Profanity
The Post Master
I don't dream and don't try and be clever and say something like "everyone dreams, you just don't remember yours"
Well I'll be damned..MagSec4 said:no, I can't say I have.
OR we get our heads fucked by our subconscious AFTER we have a dream of something that didn't happen in real life_Zsuzsa_ said:Just some normal dreams about after I saw them live which is pretty normal since our subconcious strenghtens our real life experiences and makes us re-live them. Pretty cool.
MagSec4 said:Well I'll be damned..
I woke up a few minutes ago, and I had a dream with Laiho in it.
He was kept at the bottom of a dark pit, standing on metal grating with lava right below him. At any given trial a(n) (un)lucky 'volunteer' is lowered down onto the grating, bumps heads with Alexi in reverence, and scientists observing through a camera then measure the time it takes for Alexi to annhiliate him.
Well I'll be damned..
I woke up a few minutes ago, and I had a dream with Laiho in it.
He was kept at the bottom of a dark pit, standing on metal grating with lava right below him. At any given trial a(n) (un)lucky 'volunteer' is lowered down onto the grating, bumps heads with Alexi in reverence, and scientists observing through a camera then measure the time it takes for Alexi to annhiliate him.
It sounds like one of those sci-fi movies that has the genetically altered super human that they build for battle, and they want to test how fast they can kill people, but of course the super human always breaks free, kills the scientists and then starts wreaking havoc on the city, resulting in the police force soon decimated, the SWAT team useless, thus cueing the enterance of the ragtag group consisting of the one surviving scientist, his computer-wiz wife, the little orphaned kid who'se good with explosives for some reason, the aspiring novelist, the little nerdy 90 pound guy, the voluptuous lady and the foreign quik-mart employee with a shotgun. Of course the only survivors in this whole ordeal are the little orphaned kid and the last living scientist; but the quik-mart guy goes out with honor as he holds back the rampaging genetically altered SuperLaiho so the team can escape before getting his arms torn off and his head kicked in with those twelve pound boots. 


, and never seems to care....you gotta lay off the crack.Fenrir13 said:uhhh...man, I gotta lay off the vodka and the videogames...

repeat after me: "I am sick, I need help. I am sick, I need help..."bodomite said:I dreamed of spanking him onec.
