Your weirdest dreams?

[ZeldaQueen]

Ah, I see.

I probably dreamt her in there because that very day I was watching Les Miserables Tenth Anniversary Concert. The Obama/Bush dream probably came from me spending too much time on this one political board.

[Geggy]

I had a dream not too long ago that two secret service men walked into my bedroom and injected some kind of drug into my arm while I was laying in my bed. Then they escorted dick cheney into the room. He sat down onto a rocking chair with a shotgun in his hand and wore elmer fudd style hunting hat with his two piece suit. As I was laying in bed half awake and feeling docile, he said to me with a smirk on his face to either shut up or he would take me hunting. Then he got up and left the room with the secret service men.

Last night I read an article on the mexican-us drug war on the border and in tijuana in men's journal magazine (free suscription for 1 year) before bed. I guess it found a way to dig deep into my subconscious. I also had popcorn last night and they're usually the dream inducer, whether good or bad. I had a dream that I was accused of smuggling drugs into the US by a border patrol agent. I don't remember the details but I woke up at the time I was on a big boat in middle of a swimming pool and I was shackled in chains while a masked agent was beating me up nonstop. Its funny because I actually have a bruise in left side of my ribs from playing basketball last sunday that I could feel the pain in real life when he was kicking me. That's why I woke up, because I was sleeping on the side where the pain is and it was bothering me.

It was also one of the many times that I've dreamt of a boat in the swimming pool. The one dream that sticks to my mind was battling pirates on their ship in a swimming pool at YMCA.

[ZeldaQueen]

Dick Cheney with a shotgun...very scary dream. O.o

I was actually having a pretty good (if somewhat weird) dream. I only remember bits and pieces of it. The first bit was that I was talking to comedian Lewis Black who was complaining that because he was Jewish, he couldn't digest certain kinds of food. I directed him to a bakery to have lunch and followed him in, because the bakery apparently doubled as a Pizza Hut and I was going to get some bread sticks for lunch. When I went it, the room was really tiny and there was hardly anything to order.

There was also a part where I was sitting on the lawn with Ellen Page and a teenage boy (don't remember who he was) and randomly, pee started raining from the sky. I remember I somehow was already familiar with this and it was like it was the punishment of a ghost for talking to a boy (something like that).

Another part was that I was in my Asian Arts Recitation room, before the teacher's assistant was there to teach the class. Somehow, I was under the impression that the TA's computer had a CD in it that had every episode of Street Sharks on it and I was determined to get it to solve some mysteries once and for all (to clarify on what the "mysteries" were, the later episodes of the Street Sharks series are clouded in obscurity mainly because there is no recordings of them anywhere so all there is to go on is the memories of people who watched them casually. Adding to the confusion is the fact that DiC absolutely refuses to answer any questions on the series and that someone has written up absolutely false episode lists - complete with made up characters, voice actors, and release dates - on TV.com and IMDb).

The final part was the good part. I was going to some kind of a masquarade dance and had all of these harliquinn clothes and jewelry and masks to use to make my costume. I also somehow acquired a fake rapier to go with it. I was heading upstairs to pick out my costume - when my dad woke me up, wanting to know why I was still asleep. I wasn't too happy there.