Freud would have lots to say about this. Your mother interrupted the toilet training stage of your childhood with her obsessive cleanliness, leaving you with an obsession with excretion and anal activities.Decoy Doctorpus post=18.72579.765376 said:I have a recurring dream that... troubles me.
I dream I'm playing chess against Bobby Fischer. Ridiculous I know. I'm shit at chess and have if I had an ELO rating it'd probably be in the double digits. Anyway I'm playing this game of chess and I'm winning, which is bizare enough, but as I'm preparing to make my final move Fischer stands up and swipes the board, knocking chess pieces everywhere. This isn't a big suprise of course, Fischer was kind of known for being a bit a douchebag, but what he does next is what troubles me. He undoes his trousers, turns around, and takes a shit onto me and the chess board.
What's worse is that each time the dream occurs everything remains the same execpt the type of shit he produces. Sometimes it's a hefty, straied-out log. Others it's a spray of caramel covered shit particles. Occasionally it's a stringy mess of curly wurly like strands. Each time I see the shit with perfect clarity.
Sometimes I think I may be going mad.
Ahh yes, that's so simple and logical, how could anyone not reside to that conclusion?Labyrinth post=18.72579.765550 said:Freud would have lots to say about this. Your mother interrupted the toilet training stage of your childhood with her obsessive cleanliness, leaving you with an obsession with excretion and anal activities.Decoy Doctorpus post=18.72579.765376 said:I have a recurring dream that... troubles me.
I dream I'm playing chess against Bobby Fischer. Ridiculous I know. I'm shit at chess and have if I had an ELO rating it'd probably be in the double digits. Anyway I'm playing this game of chess and I'm winning, which is bizare enough, but as I'm preparing to make my final move Fischer stands up and swipes the board, knocking chess pieces everywhere. This isn't a big suprise of course, Fischer was kind of known for being a bit a douchebag, but what he does next is what troubles me. He undoes his trousers, turns around, and takes a shit onto me and the chess board.
What's worse is that each time the dream occurs everything remains the same execpt the type of shit he produces. Sometimes it's a hefty, straied-out log. Others it's a spray of caramel covered shit particles. Occasionally it's a stringy mess of curly wurly like strands. Each time I see the shit with perfect clarity.
Sometimes I think I may be going mad.
LSD trip-esque? Because that happens to me a lot. Or they occur in fast-forward.kelnadine post=18.72579.773165 said:I had a recurring dream that was in black and white, but that was several years ago. Most of my dreams are in color. I've actually had dreams where the colors are more vivid and...real, I guess, than they seem in real life.
You have to have a CD player in it, blasting The Grand Conjuration.ZantetsukenQ post=18.72579.773281 said:Had a random dream that I had a foldable cardboard bag that when "opened up" turned into a Mustang GT. I then proceeded to foil the mafia in their attempts at random crime. These actions have yet to happen in real life. I'm silently optimistic. It was colour but in faded 70's style![]()