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I had my first dream about RDJ, last night! It started off really cool, I was waiting outside what was his hotel/gig venue b4 the show with a handfull of others, and he happened to come outside for whatever reason, as I was the only attractive female there, he took my hand and said something like "You can wait inside." I remember his hand being quite feminine (smaller, smooth). But it soon became obvious that he was only interested in sex. At one point, he had on this crazy retro-looking metallic backpack that acted as a kind of vocoder. He was being really dark and scary :( |
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so did ya? |
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strange, he was only interested in me for sex in my dream last night as well... seems he likes to use people for sex in dreams... |
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corticalstimulation - no, I didn't. Funk - I have the impression that he's like that in life. It is evident in his music that he's into weird sex, too. |
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Woah! I had the exact same dream!!!!! joking of course. |
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thats a wicked dream, cool stuff. |
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Nothing wrong with 'weird' sex. |
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hey, if anything, weird sex is better than the normal stuff. |
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Hedphelym had at least one time in her life a dream about me. |
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The weirder the better. |
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I'm on a train that is crashing. I realise I'm in the front carriage. It's packed and I can't move. The driver comes on the tanoy. It's a girl. She says "Errr… Oh No." We are all going to die. I'm at work behind the counter at Oddbins in Chiswick. Someone puts a gun on the counter. I say "Since when did we start selling guns?" I look up at the shelves, and instead of bottles of wine, the walls are covered with racks of guns. I'm at an Art exhibition. It's strange and dark. I'm having problems standing up. In one room there is a girl and a half naked man. The man starts to regurgitate ice. |
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You are all a bunch of junkies, eh? |
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i dreamt i was leaving venice on a boat and i crossed another boat with some lamas dressed in tibetan style ... i think i should stop reading buddhist books & using drugkqs |
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i once took a shower WITH Norman Cook. |
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i had a dream where Richard and I had lunch and i then got to drive his tank, which i crashed into his house. So he turned into one of those bears from the donkey rhubarb video and came after me. scary shit. |
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I don't believe you. :p |
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well good, cuz it never happened. |
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i never have celebrity dreams. 'cept the one where i beat the shit out of Thom Yorke, but thats a whole other story. |
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i had a dream about Whitney Houstin..listen to this: in that dream I dreamt she couldnt sing or hear anymore so she wanted to make a cd...so she made the cd a minimal album hehe, cool eh? |
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my dream was wierd (i before e except after c); i was at the warped tour with the line up from '98 in irvine, but at the venue from '97 in sandiego with the people i went with this year to the one in ventura. i found a suit that washed ashore on the beach and was like whoa, then we walked by the side stage and CPD was playin' and they were all in the same suits that i found except for the keyboard player. he couldn't play cuz he lost his suit but i felt bad so i gave him the one i found. then i was at a house party across the street from where i lived in vegas and i saw one of my best friends that i lost touch with. when we tried catching up on old times it was too loud we couldn't hear each other so we had to write down what we were sayin' she wrote she got a new car but it needed to be washed so she wouldn't show it to me i told her i wasn't gonna write anything untill i saw it so i went outside the sun had come up and her car was o dirty i wrote my story in the dirt on the back windshield and my ex roomate came out of the apt across the way and saw me so i went to go inside like i didn't but kept watching him he went up to the car to see what i wrote and then he looked around and saw me then he asked me for the keys and i said fuck you not my car then he was like give me the keys and started walkin' over to me. he wanted to take it cuz he thought i owed him $. so i said what r u gun do shoot me? he pulled out a gun and i said it's not loaded and he shot three times into the wall i was standing in front of and then he got point blank and the gun jammed so he tried to fix it and we wrestled for it and i got it and smashed the barrel in his face but it still wouldn't fire. |
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damn |
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Ant - Welcome! Nice to see you have joined! Are you still producing records? All- Ant is an former beau of mine. ('97) |
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