GenJerDan
Veteran
Weirdest dreams.
First one: the girl at the gas station started kissing on me. While my wife was sitting right there in the car! Then another woman showed up and started doing the same. But then everything orphed into a completely unrelated scene (but the second woman was there), and there was this wire-guided platform dealy that zoomed past all these desk with stacks of CDs on them, and I started visualizing a really cool film to make with the whole thing (which I can't remember).
But even weirder...the second dream: dreamt Hudson and I went to the same high school, but we were out of school...was just out bike riding with him and his two sons. And I had to ask him to quit stopping so suddenly because I didn't want to crash into him and the kids.
And then we stopped at the old teenage hangout out by an underpass of the highway and he showed me the scrapbook they had of all the naughty girls who did naughty things. The book was full of animated (?!) jpegs of girls in the act of doing naughty things. And for some reason all the girls were wearing full-face animal masks.
If there's a pschoananlyst in the house...I don't want to hear about it. Just chuckle to yourself and keep a lid on it.
I'm afraid to go back to sleep.
First one: the girl at the gas station started kissing on me. While my wife was sitting right there in the car! Then another woman showed up and started doing the same. But then everything orphed into a completely unrelated scene (but the second woman was there), and there was this wire-guided platform dealy that zoomed past all these desk with stacks of CDs on them, and I started visualizing a really cool film to make with the whole thing (which I can't remember).
But even weirder...the second dream: dreamt Hudson and I went to the same high school, but we were out of school...was just out bike riding with him and his two sons. And I had to ask him to quit stopping so suddenly because I didn't want to crash into him and the kids.
And then we stopped at the old teenage hangout out by an underpass of the highway and he showed me the scrapbook they had of all the naughty girls who did naughty things. The book was full of animated (?!) jpegs of girls in the act of doing naughty things. And for some reason all the girls were wearing full-face animal masks.
If there's a pschoananlyst in the house...I don't want to hear about it. Just chuckle to yourself and keep a lid on it.
I'm afraid to go back to sleep.