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Had a dream about the Trivago woman last night, we were banging in an infinity pool at the top of the Marina Bay Sands hotel as the sun was setting. Vogue magazine were doing a photo shoot of us from helicopters and I was swigging from a bottle of champagne, what does it mean? 

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I always get mad, vivid dreams for what seems like the entirety of my sleep when I'm in the heat and given that we are in a bit of a heatwave just now, I'm getting them every time I shut my eyes. 

Last night's included me receiving a birthday card in the post from my Dad - my birthday is in October - and written on the front of the envelope beside the address was 'I bumped into someone at the pub you know - Shandon Par'. I headed to the pub in question - which had STIRLING ARMS engraved into the masonry of the arched lintel above the door - to meet @Shandon Par who was apparently my mate in this dream. Can't remember anything after that. 

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29 minutes ago, Dee Man said:

I always get mad, vivid dreams for what seems like the entirety of my sleep when I'm in the heat and given that we are in a bit of a heatwave just now, I'm getting them every time I shut my eyes. 

Last night's included me receiving a birthday card in the post from my Dad - my birthday is in October - and written on the front of the envelope beside the address was 'I bumped into someone at the pub you know - Shandon Par'. I headed to the pub in question - which had STIRLING ARMS engraved into the masonry of the arched lintel above the door - to meet @Shandon Par who was apparently my mate in this dream. Can't remember anything after that. 

Our dad:

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7 minutes ago, Shandon Par said:

Our dad:

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RIP Dad xxx

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I was down in some wee English seaside town with my pal and we were looking for some scran. We spotted what we thought was a bowling club and went in to see if they did food. We told them we were bowlers and they invited us to join them as they were just sitting down to a five-course meal for fifteen quid. that seemed very reasonable so we sat at the tables. my starter came out reasonably quickly, but then the next course was taking an age, and my pal hadn't had his starter yet. we inquired what was taking so long and we were told he wouldn't get his starter until the other team was batting. turned out it was a cricket club, they'd thought we were spin bowlers. I decided we should leave as we had to get home to on a stag do the day after next and we had to catch a minibus and drive to Poland. My pal refused as he'd paid his fifteen quid and wanted his coronation chicken. I shot the craw and then realised I hadn't done any washing but i'd have to pack clean clothes for the stag do. I then acquired two massive lettuce leaves and a leek, and cut the panels for a short-sleeved shirt out of the lettuce, used strips of the leek to tape the seams, and sewed it together. Then I went and caught a bus. It was a 1970s double-decker, red. We were travelling along at a fair rate through the English countryside when the driver of the bus suddenly got up and started waving a gun at the passengers. It was Mel Gibson as Mad Max, I realised, and became worried that he'd find my lettuce shirt and eat it, so I jooked down behind the seat back so he wouldn't see me. He got a ham sandwich from a chunky lad in the back seat and I decided to take control of the bus while he was distracted. I jumped into the empty drivers seat but Mad Max had cut the brakes and glued the accelerator down. I dodged a Morris Minors and crashing through a hedge and onto a go-kart track, which just made things worse as a Leyland bus with the accelerator glued down doesn't handle too well. Destroyed their tyre walls, but managed to get back on the road, when Max appeared and pointed the gun at my head.

Then the alarm went off.

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I had a really bizarre one the other night. Can’t remember the full details, but T in the Park was brought back. It was held in a big forest in the middle of nowhere in Germany. Robbie from ArsenalFanTV was there. Anyway, I left the event and saw big Robbie on the news, except he has the body of a matchstick man and arms of cooked KFC chicken wings. He was being interviewed to help his cause to get him back to normal “Guys, I just turn around for one fucking second and suddenly I look like this. The odds are I am going to die pretty soon, but we need all the money you can donate to get me back to normal” he said.

My head is scrambled.

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I was driving a tourist coach, full of old folk at breakneck speed through the countryside. "Slow down!" The oldies were shouting...I shouted back "I don't even have a P.S.V Licence!"
*laughs maniacally*

They try to wrestle me away from the steering wheel and we swerve off the road and plough through a field, ending up on a lovely beach where everyone gets off smiling, dropping coins into a hat for my tip.

 

 

 

 

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5 hours ago, Silverton End said:

I was driving a tourist coach, full of old folk at breakneck speed through the countryside. "Slow down!" The oldies were shouting...I shouted back "I don't even have a P.S.V Licence!"
*laughs maniacally*

They try to wrestle me away from the steering wheel and we swerve off the road and plough through a field, ending up on a lovely beach where everyone gets off smiling, dropping coins into a hat for my tip.

 

 

 

 

 

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Had a dream last night where I managed to break into a wolves game before kick off. Wolves were at home but it wasn’t at the molineux, and after getting through the turnstiles I went to walk up the stairs to the stand. Got to the top and thought I’d made it in without being detected, but I was grabbed by a steward and demanded to answer why the name on my ticket (which I didn’t even use to get in) didn’t match my name. Was getting dragged out but managed to explain that it was my friends ticket, so in a bid to apologise the steward took me to into a shop and offered to buy me a drink. I said orange lucozade and he kept picking up every flavour except orange, but eventually we got there and we had a good laugh about it. The end.

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last night I dreamt I had two piercings on my neck, and no clue how I got them. Then a mate came after me with jump leads, wanting to give me shock treatment. But I ran off. Oddly, I was wearing one of those Umbro stadium jackets that were popular in the mid 90s which you thought made you look like a football manager. Or at least I did when I had mine in 3rd year.

 

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5 hours ago, Melanius Mullarkey said:

Wandering around an unspecified airport in a pair of shorts with a perma-boner.

Hope this wasn't a premonition. 

Did you have too much to drink when you were at Stansted the other month and blacked out by any chance? They say your antics come back to you in dreams/nightmares. 

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The SFA were being investigated by a crack team of Richard Whiteley and Ann Diamond who were being driven around in a Merc black soft top stretch limo called “The Lark”, owned by British Airways. On closer inspection the limo was actually an old Rover 216 inside the shell of a Merc.

Whiteley was in a tux and Diamond wore a long blue ball gown.

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Had to snog little Mo off EastEnders (wife used to watch it) to get off a chariot driven by her.  Woke up before I did. 

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11 hours ago, Miguel Sanchez said:

Had a dream last night I was eating broccoli. Raw. A big bunch of it, biting chunks off like candy floss.

That's not that unusual, tbf. I eat raw broccoli regularly. Would recommend. 

Eta: On second thoughts, maybe it is unusual and I'm one of the few people who do it. 

Edited by Dee Man

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A mate knocked me down outside the snooker club and was trying to drive over me. it was a very tidy mk4 Fiesta in radiant red, tastefully modified except for the front grill he'd had custom made where the cut-out part was a large RDS badge, like you get on FM radios.

quite worried by the frequency of dreams lately where my pals try and kill me.

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I've had a few dreams where I suddenly remember an event in the past when I killed a bunch of people, and I panic that I'm going to spend the rest of my life worrying about the police figuring out it was me. It's always a huge relief when I wake up.

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