I always have frickin’ High School dreams, and I’m always a loser. What I never seem to have, though, is sex dreams. I find that curious somehow.

Had a dream the other night where I was back in freshman Algebra, and the teacher wanted to talk to me about some paper i’d turned in. Then I woke up in a cold sweat.

i am soooo into this experiment dude, how do we proceed rosa?
the thing is i have the looniest dreams it seems like a tiny stephen king lives in my head, i try to write ’em down if i ‘member them long enough when i wake up. however my favorite is the recurring zombie dreams i have had since childhood, me and the zombies on the golf course , at camp or in the cemetary hangin’ doin’ zombie stuff, ya know. only i am not a zombie, i just pretend to be, i mean, all my friends are zombies. and there is an imposing sense of dread as i am anxiously anticipating the inevitable moment the real zombies are gonna somehow discover i am trying to pass as the undead. gotta run the zombies are at the door…

2 I remember most vividly..

1) Hiking alone on some mountain trail. Come to a fork in the road, so I need to make a decision (not my strong suit).. and I take the path that leads up. I round the corner, and I get attacked by wolves. I had that one more than once and one time I actually woke up screaming. <img>

2) This one was only once, and recently. I got rear ended in my car, and I leave the scene, and do some tasks (unknown).. I return some time later, and back the car back into position. WTF is that?!?!?!?!?!?!?! <img> <img>

Any Freudians or Jungians out there to analyze??

Carl

When I was a nipper, I used to have the same dream every night. It took place in the house where I grew up, and involved me waking up in the night due to a noise (I was about 7) and walking out of my bedroom. And lo! What can only be described as an evil-bignosed-witchman-tramp ran up the stairs and grabbed me and took me into the bathroom (tiled floor). He then produced some mustard like squeezy bottles (like the ones you get in cafes/diners) and proceeded to squeeze some of the contents onto my hands and feet. The "substance" was what I at first thought to be glue, as my hands and feet were stuck to the floor, but upon closer inspection, I saw that my hands and feet, and indeed whole arms and legs were starting to disolve, as if having been covered in acid. Pretty fucking disturbing to a 7 year old.

One night, as he was trying to get me, he slipped, covering himself with the ooze and disolving himself. Never had the dream again, but it definitely disturbed me for life. And if I ever see an evil-bignosed-witchman-tramp carrying mustard bottles, I certainly ain’t gonna wait for him to get me!

Madame Rosa (as in dream reader, not proprietor of a house of ill repute) – what does it all mean?

Nothing to figure out this time. . . but I think it’s odd to have a dream that reads so straight.

I was at this party with Amanda, a bunch of other people were there but the only ones that matter were myself, ‘manda, and some nameless guy. He was dressed like a typical punk, had a scar on his face, and was carrying a throwing knife. Amanda liked him, he was the enemy.

I spent the entire dream trying to summon up the strength to tell Amanda how I feel about her. We were at some house in the middle of noplace, and I finally got to go with her into town to buy ice, and then I woke up when I was about to spill it.

The only real concessions to dreamdom were a number of rocket cars (world-record types) parked by a gas station, and an exceptionally large intereior to said convienince mart. large public buildings with many interconnected rooms are something of a mainstay in my dreams.

</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font> Madame Rosa (as in dream reader, not proprietor of a house of ill repute) – what does it all mean?</font><hr></blockquote><font>Ha, I have no idea. Did you suffer some kind of severe trauma prior to the dream? See a scary movie, maybe?

My skills as dream-reader are rudimentary. But I’d manage a red-light establishment if you were one of the clients, Javro. <img>

Then there’s this dilemma:
ice cream

xo
Rosa

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‘parilly, Amanda is this girl I’ve liked for better than a year. We’ve actually gone out a few times, but I’m one of those horrible guys who doesn’t call back terribly often. The result? I still have a big crush, but I’m almost certain she see’s me as a friend. The worst thing in the world to be is a good friend.