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Couple hours, and...OH DEAR GOD. Katez...make no sudden movements...

See, if you had to go 4, maybe 6 hours, not being allowed to drink water... I could see how that would be almost as bad as having the frecking flu. And... wait, what?

...um... are you sure that's a spammer? They haven't even posted anything yet. You're jumping to conclusions.

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Whut? You mean dinnertime tomorrow? 25 isn't exactly "a couple," Miriku. When you said "a couple hours" I thought you meant two or three.

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Whut? You mean dinnertime tomorrow? 25 isn't exactly "a couple," Miriku. When you said "a couple hours" I thought you meant two or three.

I say a lot of things. And the wrong things, more often than not.

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Oh my god, guys. This thread is turning into like, my freaking dream diary.

I had another reeeeeally weird one tonight. Like, the absolute weirdest dream I've had in a long time. This is almost weirder than that one where I threw up gophers in space.

Okay, so I was sitting in some class where they were teaching us how to fold cardboard boxes, and I was bored and saying (out loud, to nobody in particular) that I was going to go home and get kittens to play with in order to not be bored anymore... I did have a method of somehow doing this without leaving class, which made perfect sense in the dream, just like all the other crap that is about to erupt.

So suddenly everybody but me pulled bongo drums out of their desks and started beating on them and a bunch of primary school kids in bright blue snazzy military-type outfits marched in and started yelling at us in French (or, at least, some nonsense syllables that sounded like French but almost certainly meant nothing.) so I walked out of class and fell down a manhole and had to reset my own arm back in the socket and when I climbed back up, Miriku was there. I'm not sure how I knew it was her, seeing as I don't know what her voice sounds like, and she didn't say anything that particularly reminded me of her, but I knew it was her.

Another thing which should not have helped in the identification of said Miriku as said Miriku would be that she wasn't even vaguely human-shaped; in fact, she was a bag of organic sugar substitute.

I swear to God, you guys, I don't make this stuff up.

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Oh my god, guys. This thread is turning into like, my freaking dream diary.

I had another reeeeeally weird one tonight. Like, the absolute weirdest dream I've had in a long time. This is almost weirder than that one where I threw up gophers in space.

Okay, so I was sitting in some class where they were teaching us how to fold cardboard boxes, and I was bored and saying (out loud, to nobody in particular) that I was going to go home and get kittens to play with in order to not be bored anymore... I did have a method of somehow doing this without leaving class, which made perfect sense in the dream, just like all the other crap that is about to erupt.

So suddenly everybody but me pulled bongo drums out of their desks and started beating on them and a bunch of primary school kids in bright blue snazzy military-type outfits marched in and started yelling at us in French (or, at least, some nonsense syllables that sounded like French but almost certainly meant nothing.) so I walked out of class and fell down a manhole and had to reset my own arm back in the socket and when I climbed back up, Miriku was there. I'm not sure how I knew it was her, seeing as I don't know what her voice sounds like, and she didn't say anything that particularly reminded me of her, but I knew it was her.

Another thing which should not have helped in the identification of said Miriku as said Miriku would be that she wasn't even vaguely human-shaped; in fact, she was a bag of organic sugar substitute.

I swear to God, you guys, I don't make this stuff up.

*Dies Laughing*

*Dances on own grave*

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Well-p.... ummm... Since it's your dream, you kinda did make it up, no? Or something in you did. Who you got livin' up dere?

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Another thing which should not have helped in the identification of said Miriku as said Miriku would be that she wasn't even vaguely human-shaped; in fact, she was a bag of organic sugar substitute.

Why would you think that? I'm not that at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to patch up some holes. This stupid sugar stuff is leaking all over the place.

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me too. that would be cool.

*Bashes Head, GIR style* Cmoooooon. Kateeeeeez. Mirikuuuuuuuuuu. Gridsleeeeeep. Anybodyyyyy.

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The other day I had a dream that all the fish in my aquarium were floating around me house and they were breathing ok, but they weren't in water so I was trying to get them back. One of them bit me, but it was actually a pretty cool dream.

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me too. that would be cool.

*Bashes Head, GIR style* Cmoooooon. Kateeeeeez. Mirikuuuuuuuuuu. Gridsleeeeeep. Anybodyyyyy.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES?

...Last night I dreamt that I contracted H1N1, but instead of being just the flu, my arm developed giant cancerous-looking sores all over it, like it was badly photoshopped. Anyway, I had to be rushed to the hospital. The ambulence didn't come, my mom insisted on driving (at which point she said something about 'the Yoshis are trying to steal my car' in Korean. Don't ask me how I knew what she was saying, the only two Asian languages I know are Japanese and Hebrew.), so when I finally made it to the hospital...my doctor was Leroy. Seriously. They rolled me in on a gurney (that's what they're called, right?) and took me to Dr. L. Roctopus. That's what it said on his nametag. Anyway, Leroy was, of course, an octopus with a big ol' electric guitar. He cured me by playing a few chords. I was taken home, fed steak, and the rest of the dream was spent trying to pour a bowl full of jello on my brother.

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Miri-chan, this thread isn't for posting your real life adventures through things that really happened. Which that totally did.

I had a dream that there was a Calvin & Hobbes TV show. Sounds cool, right? Well this show was a terrible Scooby-Doo knock off, where Calvin and a couple other generic kids solved crimes with Hobbes as their wacky sidekick. I mad at my brain right now.

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Oh, last night I had a craaazy dream. It involved an etch-a-sketch and playing volleyball with the Lincolns. (No, I am not making up random stuff and pulling "lincoln" out of the post above. I actually did have a dream in which I played volleyball with the Lincolns.) Also I dreamed Psychonauts. Well, not quite. Well, it was mostly the same. Well, some parts of it were the same. Like that part where you escape from that one place in that rusty ol' bus? Oh wait, that didn't happen in Psychonauts. Oh wait, or that part where you get stuck behind this chain-link fence with the power generators because Sasha was teaching another class? Wait, that didn't happen in Psychonauts either. Well what about when you end up in this place that somehow resembles an old gameboy game you used to have, only you're not sure how and can't describe it? ...wait a minute... that dream was nothing like Psychonauts at all, only it had the same feeling of an epic taking place, and had some of the same characters. Also Indigo was there. In fact, she sat between Raz and me when we were escaping in that rusty bus (which was all funky shaped and the ceiling was leaking something.)

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No, I saw Indigo at school last week. She gave me her Tasha button.

Also many of my dreams have an "escaping in a rusty ol' bus" sequence.

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Today I had a dream that I was watching this guy eat a donut, and when he was done he was all "that was a freaking grood donut. I wish I could eat it all over again." and then I woke up.

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Last night I've dreamt I was in the victorian era mental institution, real nightmare fuel.

I was escorting a pompous old lady, who lead an inspection of it. The institution head mistress and her evil tall lanky head doctor shown us through the giant 1,5 meter thick armored door into the interior of the institution. While inside they started to show the inspector lady around, while I stayed behind and started to look around.

Then, suddenly, I've discovered a CONSPIRACY! Don't remember what it was exactly, but it was fiendish and treacherous! I've tried to talk to the pompous inspector lady, but she would hear none of it!

Then the head mistress with the head doctor arrived, the head mistress and the inspector lady started talking like old friends and I've suddenly understood that they were working together all along!

Right at that moment the head doctor grabbed me by the elbow and tried to stab me with the syringe. I've swatted the syringe aside and tried to hand chop him in the throat! Then, right at that moment, I wake up chopping a corner of a table next to my bed. Damn did my hand hurt! :gulp:

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I suspect tonight I'm going to dream about tribunes, which are little creatures that resemble teapots with tentacles and teddy bear ears. Not to mention Roman brush-helmet-crest thingies. They're adorable. I'm in the process of making adoptable tribunes.

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Last night I dreampt about being so sick I went to try to commit suicide by standing out in the road outside my house. Nobody ever really drives on it...so...I guess I was trying to get hit by a bike. Anyway, a big ol' 18-wheeler comes out of nowhere, hit me, and then I forgot this big part, but anyway, I end up being a fish. Somehow.

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I actually dreamt it was Christmas eve, and I couldn't find my Cheshire cat pajamas.

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I talk in my sleep. Apparently I started chuckling in my sleep the other night. Cannot remember for the life of me what I was dreaming about.

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I had a dream that Ronald Reagan was my best friend, We were trying to get that big meanie Gorbachev to tear down that wall.

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I had dreamed about robotic viking turtles from another planet, needles to say the world exploded....and my semi-conscious mind. It feels good to talk about my dreams without being ridiculed for being a nerd.

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