<font size="4" face="Tempus Sans ITC, Tahoma">Was his ghost with him?Originally posted by TastinGood:
Travis Pastrana was on the other side of the bleachers talking to some people.
i didn't get it...
yes..jason i think you are right, but that dana isn't on HB....but man, i would have loved to hook up with trish
and sorry to bring up bad memories shatzy..
but thank you for the information, i guess this case is going to have to remain unsolved.
i never really saw the big deal with trish.
I had a dream last night that I robbed a bank over seas...it was enough money that I wouldn't have to worry for the rest of my life...but some how the 'heat' got onto me...and I hid the money up under my mattresses...people started searching my house...but they never found the money...the rest of my dream was spent figuring out where to put the stash so the heat wouldn't find it...but I woke up before it was resolved...
man, i had several fucked up dreams last night!
in one, my family and i had just moved into a new house, only it was the size of a three story shopping mall and had all kinds of cool stuff. it was very elegant. for some reason i was showing my friends around it wearing only a green towel. i remember i had a flat screen tv in my closet that cost 4,995.
in another (I'll leave some of the details out), i had a kid with me..about 7 or 8 years old and we were headed somewhere. but first we had to drop back by his mom's apartment. as we are going up the stairs, this caprice pulls up with 2 old guys in it and they start to beat my ass! i tried to run and find the keys to my car, but i had thrown them down the street earlier in the dream and i couldnt find them. (i woke up sweating on this dream)
in another dream i had, :-s....babi bootiful had come to visit and was staying in my house. we were going to a Volkswagon Beetle rally the next day. However she was more of a friend of my dads than mine. :-s
Anyways, so we are going to the convention, but instead of roads, we all wade down a river. Along the way, we look to out left and there is a shop there that fabricates monster trucks. The guy just happened to be in there working on one and we got outta the water and went to have a look. after we looked at it we left and walked through some cornfields until we got to the rally. i dont remember seeing any volkswagon bugs though.
i had one more dream too that i only slightly remember....ill post it if i can remember more.
hmm...maybe I was the ghost
When I was married I used to have the same dream over and over.And I did read one time in a dream/psyco book what its supposed to mean but I cant remember.
In my dream I would be sleeping in my bed and bugs would start appearing on the ceiling,then they would drop off the ceiling onto me and would begin multiplying till I was mostly covered in them.I would always wake up at this point screaming.
The ex loved that [img]graemlins/sure.gif[/img]
what drugs were you doing at the time?
<font size="4" face="Tempus Sans ITC, Tahoma">Nice to know you dream of me [img]graemlins/heart.gif[/img]Originally posted by TastinGood:
in another dream i had, :-s....babi bootiful had come to visit and was staying in my house.
I guess I should post this here as well...
So I have this dream last night...I am at some place of work...not sure where it was or anything about it...it was very weird...and I'm talking to these people about going to the Dr...I kinda remember Chris being one of the people...apparently, I had bitten the tip of my tongue pretty bad...and once it healed back...I had a split down the middle of it...much like the tongue splitting pics posted at the Acropolis...so like I said...people were setting a Dr appointment for me...it gets set up and as it turns out Andrea (from highschool) is picking me up to take me to the Dr...she picks me up in an old beat up Chevy pick-up...2 other people are in the truck but I don't know who...
We start driving to the Dr.'s place...the Dr. is located in this neighborhood we are driving through...this neighborhood made me uncomfortable...every where there were kids tearing apart mannequins like packs of rabid wolves...then walking on the side walks are all of these gothic kids...it was a very weird place...
So we get the the Dr's place and it is nothing more than a house...I start to question if this is even a Dr...out front is a table and a chair that looked like it was from the 70's...it was that nasty burnt orange...I'm ready to pull out at this point, because this looked like a very shady operation...the Dr then begins to tell me about the procedure she will use...her procedure consisted of sticking a clothes iron to the tip of my tongue and burning my tongue down until it was even again...of course I was hesitant to do this...I start back-tracking and everyone tries to convince me to do it...telling me the Dr has done this many times and there is nothing to worry about...I still back out...
The Dr isn't happy about this...and she begins to tell me how she's doing me a favor...and that she shouldn't even have given me a second chance, after I didn't show up for our first meeing because I was too drunk...I start to feel bad but I'm still not gonna go through with it...so as everyone is talking I go through my wallet to see what money I can give the Dr. to make up for her disappointment...I find a $5 and hand it too her and say "I wish I could give you more but this is all I have"...I say this and realize that I still have $4 showing, in my hand, that I was gonna give to one of the other guys for some unknown reason...at this point I realize I now have to give that money to the Dr. since I made my..."I wish I had..." comment...the Dr still seems irritated but the money does ease some tension...she was wearing knee high black boots, a black skirt, and a red top...after I handed her the money she lifted up her leg so she could put the money in her boot...the Dr. wasn't wearing panties...SCORE!...that is about where it ends...
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Now for the main reason of this post....
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THE DR WAS NAMED DANA!...
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