People Who Tell You Their Dreams

[beset]

Anytime anyone, and I don't care how much I like them otherwise, tries to tell me about something that saw in a dream the previous night I feel the sudden urge to punch them in the face. This has proved to very inconvenient with girlfriends and now my wife as chicks seem to think it's important to tell you what the dreamed the night before. It seriously SERIOUSLY annoys me. I would rather stare at a big stinking pile of dog [censored] for five minutes then hear about someones else dreams. Am I the only one who feels this way?

[b33nz]

i actually enjoy hearing about people's dreams.

[Green Kool Aid]

for the most part i appreciate hearing dreams of others. especially because one of my friends is a PSYCH major and he can interpret them.

[beset]

gka,

but do you honestly believe they mean anything? maybe that's part of my problem. I think they are truly and utterly meaningless.

[T.J. Combo]

I just like hearing about dreams that are weird as hell.

I'm not fond of the: "I was flapping my arms and flying, then I saw my sister holding a bouquet of roses. . . what does that mean?" crap.

I do however like dreams that go like: "So me and Batman were hanging out at a restaurant, except he wasn't wearing his batman costume, but I knew it was Batman. Then the waiter comes over and asks what he can get us and Batman tells him that there's a gorilla under the table."

[Tron]

I only think it's interesting if I was in the dream.

[Phil153]

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for the most part i appreciate hearing dreams of others. especially because one of my friends is a PSYCH major and he can interpret them.

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lol. for 5 dollar i read ur fortune. PM me.

[Anacardo]

Pshaw, sucker, my dreams are awesome. Once I dreamt that I went to a New Years' Eve party where they were serving mescaline. I made out with grey-faced lizard people in a combination coat closet / detention cell. Then I went downstairs, got some breakfast in the hotel lobby, and watched a struggle between said grey-faced lizard people and this other group of poor bastards that had clubbed hands growing out of the sides of their heads. There were protestors; they were waving signs about leaving the poor clubbed-hand-head people alone. Then I walked back to the breakfast table and EVERYBODY was a grey-faced lizard person, including my best friend and this girl with a fantastic rack that I'd had my eye on. They started making out! End scene.

Do I need drugs to achieve these wonders? Not at all; I might as well be on drugs all the time. Ship it, foolz!

[Adam22]

i hate it just because they always use the words "weird" at least 9 times.

[beset]

anacardo,

you seem alright so i won't tell you how i felt reading that post. btw stop pwning me on absolute.

adam,

YES!