not involving obners, sorry... I had the most stressful horrifying dream last night about living in some alternate universe (think Stephen King's Gunslinger series) where comic book super heroes were real people, but they were slightly different and EVIL AS HELL. Like for example, I remember in my dream seeing Spiderman, but you know how Spiderman's mask looks? It was slightly different... instead of having just the white eyes on the mask, he also had a black nose. Weird, I know. But that's the only way I could tell if they were evil or not... by noticing any slight differences. And I spent the entire dream trying to hide from these freaks and wondering how I could kill them. They are super heroes after all. I woke up this morning sweating and stressed beyond belief.

Whoa, that is a crazy dream. I have similar dreams involving running from the living dead.

(and I'm telling you, start that Song of Fire and Ice series by George RR Martin! It's really really good )

I had a dream that I went to a shoe store and they put a vibrator in my bag alongside my shoes.

It was a disturbing dream.

Maybe you associate shoe-buying with a sexual experience? With the right shoes, I can see it!

i gotta get back on the melatonin

Oh shit, I had an obner dream t'other night:

Me and Bloor, Derris, et al were all at the beach house my company usually rents for its "retreat." 'Cept the house was in St. Louis, and dudes like Rads, Shiv and Chuck D somehow worked for the company.

My boss took to an "all-anal black whore house."

Me and Chuck D and Shiv ended up not partaking, and drinking in a "red velvet lounge" with Chuck Berry and and someone like Howlin Wolf, or maybe he was just some random old black dude. Then I couldn't breathe, so they took me to the hospital, which happened to be down this big hill in Mobile.

I woke up and had to hit my inhaler, cos I couldn't breathe.

Yeah, I have head problems.

I think Chuck Berry's appearance in this dream is hilarious and I'm sure the real story is that Chuck B was trying to choke you out.

And yes, you have problems.

i took a nap this afternoon and had a horrible dream. i was in a house somewhere with this guy i was flirting with and some other people, including my oldest brother. at some point in my dream, the guy was about to kiss me when my brother started screaming at me to come downstairs. when i found him, he told me that in my sleep i had somehow managed to kill my parents' dog by luring her over to play with knives, and she had chopped herself up to bloody bits. he started telling me what a horrible person i am, and how upset my parents were going to be, but like, it wasn't my fault, really. i ran out of the house screaming and crying, and sobbed for what seemed like forever until i woke up.

cocaine - hell of a drug