[Zewb]

I don't dream anymore. I haven't dreamed for a long time. I just pass out and wake up, everything in between is hazy.

So, if I am in the need of artistic inspiration or a deep, introspective adventure then I have to rely on a good dosage of salvia.

This post has been edited by Zewb: 04 January 2007 - 08:22 PM

[Chyld]

But salvia only works for 5 minutes, and fun though it may have been the one time I've tried it, "the world spinning and going cell shaded" doesn't push my creative buttons hard.

And just for a change, I'm not going to argue for pot making one more creative. Yes, you come up with all sorts of crazy ideas, but being unable to communicate them defeats the point slightly.

[Zewb]

Yah pot is more of a drug for stupid teenagers who think they are really smart. Peyote is a good introspective drug, but I could never squeeze a 10 hour spiritual journey into my schedule

[floppydisk]

Oh man, I had a terrible dream last night. It started out all right with zombies and looting and such, then it turned into me going back to the apartment house holdup where we lived, and I killed my dog, another yorkie and their puppy. I feel so bad about it...

[Slade]

I have a friend who also said that the world went cel shaded when he tried salvia. It makes me wonder if Toontown is right in front of us...

[Cyzyk]

I dreamt I was stuck shelving movies in a Blockbuster that had every single movie ever. This includes ones in languages I don't know, which makes alphabetizing them rather complicated, since they weren't sorted by language, just starting letter.

[Jane Sherwood]

I have a friend who also said that the world went cel shaded when he tried salvia. It makes me wonder if Toontown is right in front of us...

For a second there, I accidentally read that as "saliva."

[Chyld]

Dream: Its a bit patchy, but I definatly remember three bits, all being somewhat related:

1.) Being at Dentists Camp, where for some reason all my uni mates and the girl in 2.) were, where we had dental treatment for some reason.

2.) Once again, Chyld dreams up some nookie, and doesn't get it. In this case, getting down in his own bathroom naturally summoned a huge cavalcade of people to watch a film that was being shown on the telly. May I remind you that this was in my bathroom, with two people quite obviously humping.

3.) After this, my mind gave up, and just unleashed Jason Voorhees on everyone. After chopping up the coitus interrptus in bathroomus folks, a few people escaped, with Jason hanging underneath the car. I think at some point, he was supposed to cut something, stad us in the middle of nowhere, and start killing us, but we just stopped at a service station, and I gibbered a bit. Then woke up.

[Emu]

For a second there, I accidentally read that as "saliva."

okay then, so I wasn't the only one.

[Chyld]

OK, oer the last few years, I've had far too many dreams about being back in Sixth Form, and not having done any of the work. I'm classing it as recurring, andhoping I can move on.

[Slade]

I had a dream last night where I was in my old trailer before we got a real house, on my bunk bed in the room I had to share with my sister, except I was my current age, had a laptop, and was talking to Janey via AIM. We were discussing the pop-corn tin sized tin of the highest grade model rocket engines possible to buy I'd recently purchased, and how we were excited that I had things that explode. Somehow, Janey sent me an emoticon of the moon, and it made one of the rocket engines darken in color, but it didn't get set off. So we deduced that if she sent a sun emoticon, we could launch an engine, so we were getting ready to set a rocket down, run away from it, and have her send the emoticon when I woke up. I was planning on using the engines to somehow launch fireworks.

[Spoon Poetic]

Hehe. Silly pyros...

The other night I had a dream that I turned into a boy. I didn't seem to be too perturbed by this - it was rather like Gregor in Kafka's Metamorphosis. Just woke up, and I'm a boy - guess I better figure out what to do with myself now. I went around trying things out, seeing how to do them as a boy and figuring out if things that didn't have an obvious difference (like say, going to the bathroom) were any different (such as, "hmm, is it any different to eat oatmeal as a boy?") Luckily, the dream wasn't very detailed.

[Gobbler]

If it was, you would have noticed right away that there are WORLDS between us when it comes to eating oatmeal.

[Chyld]

Delirious fevered sleep last night produced some interesting dreams about dragon-based conspiracies and fying tomatoes.

[Gobbler]

What is it that fying tomatoes do?