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Post by Διμι on Jun 21, 2010 21:25:32 GMT -5
gay neo nazis and they were dancing and they started dry humping a transvestite and there were machine gun jubblies and weird gang banging Welcome to our Svoboda board...
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 21, 2010 22:28:45 GMT -5
Kind of reminds me of a dream where Freddy Krueger and Jason came to my house for coffee after killing off all my neighbors who owned dogs (I wish some one would.) Anyway they where just chilling in my living room with me and talking about U.S economics and foreign policy.
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Post by Διμι on Jun 21, 2010 23:33:09 GMT -5
That sounds a bit more like a conversation on Skype between Zeno and Basil.
Before it really kicks off, that is.
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 22, 2010 3:14:35 GMT -5
'the fuck y'all smoke before sleeping?
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 22, 2010 7:35:18 GMT -5
smoke? no my dreams are more likely caused by consumption of many high caffeine drinks.
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Post by Karcentric on Jun 22, 2010 8:36:52 GMT -5
Isn't caffeine supposed to keep you awake?
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jun 22, 2010 10:42:30 GMT -5
yes but I overload the crash. (try mixing Venom Energy and Mtn Dew together and see what happens)
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 22, 2010 11:20:16 GMT -5
I meant if you did NUKULAR SHROOMS beeeeeefoooooore going to sleep. I mean, how come y'all dream that crazy shit.
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Post by Carnageman on Jun 22, 2010 11:43:05 GMT -5
A few days ago I dreamed I was exploring that military bunker in Metro 2033 with a bunch of you (YES, YOU) guys. After clearing through some corridor and coming to a room with an elevator in it, we sat down to rest when suddenly someone shows up with a tray of refreshments from the corridor we just cleared. I say "let me guess, you want military grade ammo" Then I look at the mag in my Kalash 2012, where my last (and dirty) rounds are. "Well, I don't have any."
I still get some candy bars and a vanilla popsicle, either it was free or one of you buggers bought me some and that's all I remember.
Tonight I first dreamed I was a goalie in the World Cup, I came in after being swapped with the earlier one. I was surprisingly successful, not letting a single goal in. Then the dream cuts to me being innawoods around late autumn/winter (there's frost, but not really any snow), I remember remembering that I was in another military exercise/competition and we were scouting out the surroundings of an empty cottage we intended to spend the night in. I think we concluded that there were some enemies in the vicinity, but if we legged it in there quick, we wouldn't be noticed.
I sprinted out from the foliage surrounding the land around the cottage, quickly making it across the clear land and to the door, thanking the lord when I didn't hear any gunshots coming in my direction. Once I get in, I notice another recce team's made it there before us. They were apparently about to leave when we entered, though. The last thing I remember is opening up a laptop I'd brought and then I woke up.
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 22, 2010 12:01:31 GMT -5
Wasn't me, that's for sure.
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Post by Διμι on Jun 22, 2010 12:56:21 GMT -5
I'll buy you candy and popsicles any day, little boy!
Just come over to my van in the Sarcophagus.
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Post by Fusebox on Jun 22, 2010 13:32:37 GMT -5
Ignore him, come with me, I'll give you money.
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Post by Διμι on Jun 22, 2010 14:06:14 GMT -5
Screw money, I have vodka.
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Post by Afterburner on Jun 22, 2010 16:56:45 GMT -5
SCREW THEM, I GOT COCAINE.
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Post by Fusebox on Jun 22, 2010 17:26:44 GMT -5
A bag of weed, a bag of weed, everything is better with a bag of weed. You don't need coke and you don't need speed Everything's better with a bag of weed!
GUESS WHAT I GOT KIDS! ;D
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