I dreamed Steve and I were in Belgium visiting El Stormo. He took us to a store with the finest selection of Belgium Pale Ale I had ever seen. It was beautiful.
I woke up remembering I haven't had a decent beer all year.
Sounds bloody awesome, except for the pale ale part. If I'd take you out for beers, it'd be blonde triple beer and naught else!
either i was on this board or AIM, talking to Stormo. he said he never knew that he and i lived in the same neighborhood, but that he lives at the other end of my neighborhood and saw me walking my dog the other day. we made plans for all of us to hang out the next time will was in town.
Haha, I stalk you while you walk your dog? Cool.
On a serious note, I certainly wouldn't mind having a chat with you
I've never dreamed of board members, myself, at least, not that I can recall. I dunno, I think I'd need to really see you guys IRL to really imprint your selves in my brain, so to speak. Though I don't really dream of people I know, mostly it's just stories.
My last one was this morning. Me and some pale shy redhead had formed a kind of vigilante group, where I shot bad people (corrupt politicians, criminals walking free due to procedural errors, lawyers - of course lawyers! - and such), and the redhead was my getaway driver. We always shot from a truck we'd turned into a sniper nest, and it all worked fine until one day I had to shoot someone and they'd blocked the roads, so we dumped our truck and I stowed the sniper rifle case in an old abandoned house, beneath the floor boards, and we fled on foot. Then we came back to get my rifle, a few days later, but there was a construction crew there and they'd started work on the building so we posed as safety inspectors. But when we tried to break open the floor boards, the cops arrested us saying, "Haha, we knew you'd come for your gun sooner or later".
Then we got sent to jail, along with the police chief (a fifty-year-old black dude who was apparently the brains behind our plans - the dream changed as it went), after a long trial where we failed to convince the judges that what we did was justice, and the crime partners of the people we shot paid to kill us in prison. I escaped because a prison guard who thought our vigilante work was awesome, shot the cons who tried to shank me, but my redhead partner got gutted - literally and visually - in the laundry room by a bunch of dykes. So I had to find a new partner, and I enlisted this weird-ass goth chick... I forgot where the dream went then.
Was kinda awesome, except for the redhead.
