Dreams involving cult members

Victor was crazy with a bad grasp on the English language.

What Mike said. But he liked to flirt by writing customized romance novels. It was as memorable as it was ineffective.

Then I guess he'd've laid me right away.

I'm still convinced he was satire.

Or Kl0pper.

I've had a few dreams where Tuffy is a real estate agent trying to sell me a house, but as he's showing me arouns homes he gives me a whole bunch of parenting advice.

Last night I had a very fun dream about Noah. I think it's from him saying how great his junk is in DDT.

Ah hahah

I cannot recall if I have ever had that kind of dream about any of you.

I don't know what a DDT is.

Dress Down Thread.

Oh lol. thanks.

THE cutest gif on the Cult.

I'll say.

...
...hell ya, atleast dream me is getting some.
And that wink just made everything so much better.

Now lets hear more about this dream.

I dreamed it was summer and I was at the pool with Jessica and Jaz. It was so much fun. I even stayed in the sun, which I don't normally do in real life.

All I remember is there were piercings and it was all very energetic and fun. And thinking "Phwoar, he's right, that is good junk.!"

Naughty!

Hehehe!

Sarah....

That was me.

Nice.

It was?

I just dream about nurses.

Yes! Keep telling people that.

I had a really long weird dream that had nothing to do with any culties but then at the very end, just before my alarm clock went off, completely out of context to anything else happening in the dream and without me being on the cult or anything in the dream, I dreampt that I somehow knew Mike had changed his screen name to Walt. Then I woke up.

Boy has problems. I hope one day he learns to accept himself.

I keep having dreams where I get in fights and kill people, but they dont actually ever die. I would have someones head in my hands and they would just bitch about how I got blood on there shirt.
Dont worry you guys are not in those dreams.
But when you are we are normally all drinking or going on a drive.

Fine, mom. I'll stop dealing blue colored meth. Gee..

Somebody dream about me and I'll dream about you back.

Deal.

Don't make it gross.

I wont. Chances are we will fly or something.

I just wish I could remember my dreams. I haven't been able to in over a year, no matter how hard I try. I've woken up in the middle of the night and remembered a bit and tell myself, as I'm drifting back off to sleep, don't forget this in the morning. Morning comes, and nothing.

I had a dream it was my birthday and Fano was at my party in a big log cabin with lots of my friends. He gave me birthday hugs.

Last night i had a dream a hamburger was eating ME.

Mike and Walt, makes me think of Lost.

Breaking Bad.

I had strange dreams about loosing my earings and walking around a house party naked. There were a few culties there but they just came to the door for candy.

I like you.

I dreamed Sarah was telling me how Bloke was helping her and becoming very involved in raising Lucy. All of this was while I was babysitting and making faces at the baby girl.

I like everything about that dream! It made me smile.

I think it's got something to do with those last pictures you posted here. He looks so excited while he's taking pics of Lucy.

I didn't dream anything about specific culties, but I dreampt that I got a tattoo of scales

down the middle of my chest starting near my breastbone with each side of the scale cupping a breast. It was the most awesomest tattoo ever and I posted in dressdown and then I woke up and realised that would be a really really bad tattoo.

There was a mountain where everything was orangey, like Mars color and then I was having coffee in a shopping center with Sadie Mae Glutz for a publicity stunt.

Crazy flying dreams where a group of us were collecting rocks.

There are no rocks in the sky, silly.

^I loled.

Well I flew down to get them. I was in Iceland, then Finland. Nice places, atleast in my dreams.

Ugh. Here goes. I was in a suburb of a city (like San Diego). And it was mostly townhouses and nice grey houses crowded together.
I was living in basements of these nice houses. I never got to walk around the neighborhood or get out much. I was physically unable to barely get up to street level.
And then Noah showed up, there was fun, conversations that were intriguing and small parties. And the rooms got more technicolor, like yellow and other sunny colors. There was one minute of making out, but no hanky panky because that just would have taken up too much time. More importantly he dragged me out into the street by the hand, and there were places to see. Important places to be, and no time to waste.
And I was so happy. I woke up so happy.

I talked with my brother about the dream. He said *"obviously", it was because I'm living in this condo with a missing husband in a financial and career crisis, symbolized by the repressed basement thing. And Noah represents, me reaching out on the internet to culties, and finding happiness. Well, that Noah represents ALL the culties - finding a human connection.
My little brother said something insightful!
Reminds me of that part in Donnie Darko, where he blows his friend's gangbang smurfette theory out the window. "Damn it, Donnie. W-why you gotta get so smart on us?"

Sounds like a nice dream. I really hope that things get better for you Sema.