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Oops.

Indeed. I dread to think how much longer I'd have stayed in La-La Land if I hadn't been woken by pain.

Do you get normal cramp or the sort that leaves you crippled for up to two days? Mine's the latter, unfortunately.

It's normal I'd say, my calf still feels tender though.

Lucky sod.

I was having such a good day out too.

I've been having shouting dreams recently, last week I dreamt I was walking towards my house and there was a homeless man knocking at my door, so I spent what seemed to be ten minutes just hurling abuse at him. Then the next day I dreamt I was walking through a large old house screaming uncontrollably whilst throwing Munchkin cards around every room I went in before finally collapsing on the ground.

I've also been experiencing smoking dreams, dreams in which I find myself smoking a ciggie, feeling ashamed and then just thinking 'oh sod it, sod the lot of them'. Trouble is I wake up gagging for a ciggie.

What are those?

Fantasy RPG pisstake Card game by Steve Jackson. A regular favourite with me and my mates.

Guessing you haven't found the game ruining exploit then?

Bloody hell, Steve Jackson.

I'm not allowed to remember the dream I had last night.

Dreamt I got very drunk, woke up in my parents' house, couldn't remember where I'd left clothes and car. Found clothes in the bathroom, covered in blood, but I was fine. Looked in the mirror and I'd been transferred into Curiosity's body because I'd broken mine and it was dying. Was wandering the streets randomly looking for my car when I woke up.

-- HIVE MIND -- Command: Divulge -- HIVE MIND --

Before Christmas, I got cramp in the left calf one night, and the following night in the right. For the next two days I was hobbling around like I'd shit my pants.

My calf is still tender.

Mmm... veal.

You dont consider this may have had something to do with the current Scum game ? , taking over bodies / blood / rebirth

(Note i'm not saying this is your subconcious giving it away that your a baddie i'm suggesting that the ideas in the game may have leeked out into another bit of your brain :-)

I considered that, actually, and I guess it's part of it. But I think it's mostly just that I've not been sleeping properly and feel like shit, so it was just an escape dream. Though why it chose Curiosity to dump me into I don't know.

Meanwhile, my broken body was given to a homeless American black man and consequently my old body's skin colour was changing as he tried to make the unfairness of his situation known through broken, unfamiliar teeth.

I dreamt that me & the missus bought a new house, that turned out to be a penthouse flat over an old pub, only the front door was still a pub door & so loads of random people appeared wanting to go to the pub, so we invited em in for a housewarming party.
The house kept getting bigger & bigger throughout the dream, and then right at the end I noticed that almost all the windows were smashed, so I spent the last part wandering around, trying to work out how much it would cost to replace them all...

Am I mad?

Yes. It's all that stuff you smoke.

Last night I was in the house I grew up in, and it was sort of Cold-War-ish. There were Russian nuclear missile sites next to my house, and they were ready to fire. In fact, they did send one off, which rose up from beneath my window like a space rocket.

I didn't want it to blow us up (not sure why I thought it'd be heading for us... I might have been scared of retaliatory strikes), so I opened the window and pushed it over sideways. It tilted and eventually spun round, coming crashing down through the roof and leaving the armed warhead in the living room.

I went to call the police, but Tesco had bought the rights to 999 and so it was engaged.

Thankfully I woke up before the warhead exploded.

It's because I'm awesome.

Brilliant.

Best new euphemism of 2010: 'Pushing the warhead'

Reminds me of very wierd dream, many years ago, that I still remember...
I was in the police, & we were raiding a small farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, swat teams etc, cos the guy inside was a nutter with guns & grenades & stuff. stuff happened, and the guy threw a grenade over the little drystone wall I was hiding behind, and it landed by my feet. only, it wasn't a grenade, it was a nuclear warhead. i could tell cos it was white with 3 rings of white lights thwumming around it faster & faster... and it all went white...

Next thing I know, I'm up a tree. It's warm & sunny, and there are young kids around, - I look down, & I have a kids body, and when I speak it comes out American... I'm a small kid in America... then I wake up...

So, a dream about reincarnation then?

No. You dreamt you were the all new Doc Gee.

If I remembered it, which I haven't, because I'm not allowed to, then I'd probably say that it involved a young lady that I've had a thing for, on and off, over the last 14 years. It probably goes without saying that this young lady, if I'd dreamed about her, and if I'd remembered, isn't my wife. But I'm not allowed to remember it, so who knows what it was actually about.

My dreams were all over the place last night, the freakiest part though was watching a HUGE Raven on our windowsill upstairs, freakishly big, like 3ft tall. Other ravens were squarking at it and it moved about revealing it's lack of ribcage and wings and general zombie like appearance. This did not stop it flying away to meet up with the other normal Ravens. It's movements were disturbing.

Another unusual dream last night saw me, for some reason, in a perfume/cologne shop. I had remembered a discussion the previous day with DBSnappa, with him claiming aside from photography he also created perfumes, and that he'd dedicate one to me. I didn't believe him until in the top right corner of the shop I spied an unusual, glittery box with a signature I couldn't quite make out from afar, but recognised enough to be of Snappa himself.

I asked the clerk to bring the box down, only to see my suspicions confirmed, with a big DBSnappa (for some reason he trades using his forum name) signature in glitter, as well as 'Malabar Front' inscribed in gold script on the front of the box. The box contained quite a few different colognes, as apparently Snappa, according to the clerk, was one of the ‘Pick 'n' Mix’ designers, bombarding the customer with enough options to guarantee they'd like at least one.

Fellow forum girly man MaliA was there, also, in a posh suit.

I think I'm gay.

Yup, I think you're right.

That is the campest dream I have ever heard.

WTF??? That's brilliant.

…I know.

Actually I'm pretty sure DBSnappa has enthused about perfumes. Odd of you to adopt it as a dream though.

It may have stemmed from me buying some Jo Malone stuff for Miss Malabar at Christmas, I guess. I personalised that dream a worrying amount, though.

I like how nobody has questioned MaliA being there

Wheras all I had for a dream was a fox trying to attack me, except it had a ridiculously bouncy nose, so every time I kicked its face it went flying backwards 20m.
I woke up when I managed to miss the fox nose and it got me.

T'were right wierd

Oooh, was it 'Pomegranate Noir'? That stuff is lurvely...

It was the Red Roses one, which I quite liked. It's very strong, though!

You guys were made for each other.

I'll have to wait 'til Manchester. He'll be single then.

I'm creating a batch of musk for you to both wear.

What did you dream of last night, Sweet Prince?

Nothing I can remember, fortunately.

I had a dream the other night that Mick Jagger phoned me on my mobile phone whilst I was in the Post Office queue. I picked up the phone and he sad that he had been trying to reach me with some exciting news for a new opportunity he thought I'd be interested in, but I needed to give him a ring back. i said I would step outside and do that right away. He said, no, no, I should wait a bit, and then he had gone.

I walked outside the Post Office and was filled with dread. Clearly this was something big and exciting. But I had to phone him back in a bit. "In a bit'? Was that in five minutes, a couple of hours, tomorrow, next week?

What?

I'm pretty sure this has stemmed from something Craig does. it usually happens when he is trying to fit up some computer hardware or install some software with me 'helping' over the phone. He'll say "Ok, done that. Right, I've got stuff to do, phone me back in a bit and we'll finish' And I think - I'll just put the kettle on. I always come back to 'you have eleventybillion missed calls' and loads of 'where are you?!' voicemails.

OR

I phone back in ten minutes and he says 'I said to phone back in a bit'.

Thanks, Specificor.

Just remembered part of last nights dream. I was getting ROMs from Zaphod ( I have no idea what he looks like, but it was him) at a warehouse / construction site during my lunch break. He then starts handing me 4 pint milk cartons, each one had a game in it (yes digital milk ) It took a while filling up the cartons from this machine then he started panicing as someone down stairs shouted that the boss was back. So we hurriedly looked around the place and covered my pallet full of "Roms" with a huge sheet of tarpaulin.

That's brilliant.

Quick hide the milk !

:-)

Rom Nom Nom

I had a right weird dream on Friday night, from what I can remember I was mostly fighting off face huggers with my pet mongooses (mongeese?) & I woke up when one of the mongooses was grabbed by a dog alien