Dreams involving cult members

When I was a noobie here I used to confuse Jane and Sarah.

Because they are both little and adorable!

And blonde!

I still can't comprehend that Sarah is a couple centimetres shorter than me.

Yeah, her and I could definitely be really good friends. I don't know why we have never gotten together after all these years. Probably another trait we share, the putting off of things that could be good for us.

We have talked on the phone a good handful of times, she or I just randomly calling each other every six or nine months for no reason out of nowhere, and the conversations are always energetic and last an hour or two, until someone in the back ground of one of our places gets annoyed at being ignored. ha.

Funny!

I bet I'm going to start craving water with detergent now.

You better not.

I get this. My brothers and my children are fused a lot in my dreams. I think it's because I love and feel protective of them all, and because of the age differences between us.

Kinda sex dream about a cultie. I think Noah and I are talking too much about our sex lives lately.

You are the most naked culties at the moment too.

Never to much talk about sex. I am a good dream kisser!

In dreams I am fantistic in bed.

My dreams mostly, but whatevs.

I'm a good lover. On the astral plane or otherwise.

Astral Plane

I dreamed that Irina posed something in response to something Alecia posted. In her response, she referred to Alecia as Hun. Alecia flipped out and told her never to call her that again and that she didn't think anyone else here would be okay with being called that word. I felt bad for Irina so I posted after that I didn't mind the word and Irina could redirect all her Huns towards me.

I like how even though you guys stayed in the only medium through which I know you (posting online), you were both so out of character.

I would never call anyone hun, so you're right, out of character.

Exactly.

And I wouldn't flip out on Irina. I'm sorry for flipping out, Dream Irina!

I'm sorry Dream Irina used baby talk.

I thought it was Hun as in Attila the Hun.

"Hon" (or, indeed, "Hun") is not babytalk.

I like good make outs. I kissed a girl who tried to eat my face, it was no good.

Was this in a dream... hun?

Okay, on second thought that might be flip out worthy.

Sig it!^

I dreamt that L and I were going to New York but he broke up with me on the way there. When we landed there was a horrible storm and I ran away to this big skyscraper hotel with rickety old lift shafts on the outsides of the building. I went all the way to the top in one, clutching on for dear life. I was running around the top of the building desperate to call Kit for help but I couldn't find her number.

I hope this was not a premonition!

Better put Kit on speed dial and keep your phone charged, if you head to the states.

You just reminded me! Irina was in my dream last night! Only briefly, I was in a shop in Romania with her and they put her change on the counter. It was two pretty old American quarters. For some reason the American change didn't strike me as odd, but quarters before 1964 are 90% silver, so they're worth over five dollars. I explained all this to Irina and she told me they were commonly given as change and she never knew that.

Whoa! Now I want American silver coins as change. Were we buying art supplies? We have some great shops for that here.

I don't know what we were buying, this was a very small and random part of some otherwise epic dreams. There was someone else with us too, but I don't know whom. The shop seemed old, I know that much.

I had a dream where I was in a weird house with a red interior. Got into a fight with my cousins. Was lying on the ground, beaten up. (Apparently this next part is common) My teeth fall out.

I look up and I see Sema and Issy. Then I feel better.

I do take Melatonin too Pepper, and when I do remember a dream, which is rare, they are so bizarre. I really wish I could remember my dreams. I haven't remembered my dreams on a regular basis for about a year or a little longer. I use to wake up every morning remembering exactly what I dreamt. I miss that. And isn't it weird how some dreams you've had in your life, they were so real and made such in impression that you've never forgotten them. Also, did you know, that the faces you see in you're dreams, especially the ones you don't recognize, you have seen some time in your life. Something about the brain not being able to create its own faces? I don't know if I believe that. How do artist create faces? Have they seen those faces before and didn't create them
On their own? Pepper, I think this requires the Pepper research. I want to know the truth about this. And why do we not have a "Pepper Research Thread?"

I had a dream about an earthquake on saturday night/sunday morning, when I woke up I told the bloke. A couple of hours later my mother in law text me to ask if we felt the earthquake that morning.
Last night I dreamed about earthquakes again, and today there were more earthquakes.

I do not like this.

Sorry, not cultie related.

I did also have a very nice dream where I was Sookie Stackhouse and I was doing stuff with Eric which involved ripping off my undies.

I used to have those often. Lots of different ones. Sometimes they twisted around in my mouth before coming out. Sometimes they got stuck against each other somehow and I had to pry them apart. Sometimes they crushed and shattered while falling out and it was like eating candy, but not fun. A lot of times, they immediately began growing back as soon as they fell out. One time, I got smacked with a pillow and my teeth flew out all over a nice carpet and then I walked either up a street or down a street. They fell out in a sewer. They fell out in a mansion. They fell out in school. They fell out in war. I had dreams where my gums fell out too. First the teeth dumped out like a change jar, then the gums plopped out into my hand and I just had an empty hole in my face where my mouth used to be. One time, my mouth fell out and landed in a dirty hole in the ground while a cop looked at me through a chain-linked fence near a train-track. I picked my mouth up and wiped it off but decided it was too contaminated to put back in my head so I dropped it back in the hole and left it. I don't seem to have the teeth dreams anymore.

Teeth dreams refer to castration and moving on to a different stage in your life. I've had tons of them so I looked into it. I always wake up and feel to see if they're still there.

I had a dream about my dick falling off too. When I was a child. It fell off but kept growing in my hand. I ran to my friend's house for help, all the while it was growing and growing, into a disobedient monololozoid that fought to thrust itself out of my desperate, frightened grip. But once I got to my friend's house and rang his door bell, it immediately shrunk down -- way way down -- just obliterated into a little cashew dead shriveled pathetic piece of shit and I'm just standing in his doorway all lame like, "Uh...help?"

Mmmmmmmmm..... Eric Northman..... Yummy.

Glad we could be there for you Mike. We are ALWAYS rooting for ya! I think you will go for what you want, sooner than you think. You are so close to going for it, that you must feel stifled. Keep your head down and remember your goals. Keep posting pics of that adorable niece. Go get 'em tiger

I didn't know that about teeth, Irina.

Ritt, you may have interpreted the dream already. But, my take on it is, you feel compelled to have control over every desire and reason out your conquests. Which most of us want to do. And maybe, uncomfortable talking about it and vulnerable when being completely honestly with friends. So you play down your emotions, so you won't seem vulnerable. But always remember, your penis is just as special as anyone else's. Penis' are like snowflakes. Each one is different and special in it's own way.

I read that it means you're worried or stressed about something. But I don't know shit about interpretation, so Irina is probably more right than I am.

So I had a dream about some culties last night. Never in a million years did I ever think I would dream of these two culties either. I dreamt I was having dinner with Alex and Alex Cassun. Sooo weirrrddd.

I had a nightmare last night that Big S and his friend were trying to kill me. Lay off, Big S!

Big S was in my dream too! I was organising a meet-up because I was in Louisiana and he was first there. We walked through a circus. Then I was in mountain biking place and my mum was morbidly obese.

I dreamt Big S and I were rowing a canoe with briefcases full of clown costumes to be worn in a performance act for charity, but the weight was starting to sink us, so we threw the briefcases into the water. He was particularly rough with his toss so I said, "Easy! You're gonna hurt the fish!" And he said something about clownfish.

Weirdos. I watched a movie last night with a bunch of fish and water and circus-type stuff.

And it was set in Louisiana

No, Big S. You are the weirdo.

I had to hide out in a logcabin from you.

Big S is really Freddy

The bastard son of ten thousand maniacs, yep.

Holy shit he is Krugering us.

Last night, in the middle of a dream where I was paying bills with duck feathers, Big S stuck his head outta my closet and asked, "Hey, you got any clown costumes?" I replied in the negative and he shut the door, muttering.