trail dream

[goofball]

i always have the funniest dreams when i get to sleep outside on trips. the latest - i was living in some dilapidated mansion, in the rafters of the attic, and there was a big opening that revealed, stories below, a desk w/ a priest or monk sitting at it. so i proceeded to drop a rock onto his desk. this was not appreciated, as the fella jumped up forthwith and after looking up and seeing me, dashed off. next thing i know i am being chased thru the rafters by samuel l. jackson for my transgression.



that actually sounds like something sam would do.

i know other dream threads have been created. there ought to be a sticky thread dedicated to dreams.

[KapitanSparrow]

that's freaking scary man! I mean Samuel L. Jackson in your dream? Did your conversation sound something like this?

Jules Winnfield:
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett:
What?
Jules Winnfield:
What country you from?!
Brett:
Wh-what?
Jules Winnfield:
What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett:
What?
Jules Winnfield:
English, mother-fu**er! Do you speak it?!
Brett:
Yes.
Jules Winnfield:
Then you know what I'm saying?!
Brett:
Yes.
Jules Winnfield:
Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett:
What?
Jules Winnfield:
Say "what" again! Say "what" again! I dare you, I double dare you, mother-fu**er! Say "what" one more Goddamn time!
Brett:
He's black.
Jules Winnfield:
Go on!
Brett:
He's bald.
Jules Winnfield:
Does he look like a bitch?!
Brett:
What? Oww!
Jules Winnfield:
Does he look like a bitch?!
Brett:
No!
Jules Winnfield:
Then why you trying to fu** him like a bitch, Brett?

:roflol:

[goofball]

no talk, all business. i think he had his hair back in a pony tail and a white button down shirt. scare-y!