Did you ever have one of the dreams that you don’t remember right upon waking up but suddenly recall sometime later? At about 11:30 this morning, I suddenly remembered a dream I had the previous night for some reason. Psychoanalyze this one as you will, or better yet, just scratch your head and wonder how I ever got this screwed up without the use of recreational drugs.
I had a dream about Brad Pitt’s penis.
I don’t remember all of it, but for some reason there was some sort of orgy going on. I looked over and there was Brad Pitt sitting alone in a hot tub. His penis starting getting erect and rising out of the water. It was fairly lengthy, but then he turned it at a 90 degree angle away from his body and you could tell that it was fake. He smiled at the joke and that’s when I woke up.
If it’s any consolation, I dream of Brad Pitt’s penis myself - often, at that. (I have the Playgirl where they published those nude web pics, no less.)
Of course, for you, that might not be consolation at all. Um, never mind…
In both of your dreams, anyways. I mean, it’s just so tempting a question… I’m aware you prolly didn’t have your tape measures and rulers with you (though you seemed to have protractors for that 90 degree angle!) but could ya guesst-imate?
Just a guess, but many times when you dream about someone, you’re NOT really dreaming about THEM, it’s YOU. The key seems to be that the penis would turn out to be fake, and that it took some degee of inspection to determine that.
If I had a dream like that, I would think that I was dwelling on the emptiness of my marriage, and that it wouldn’t appear troubled to outsiders, but it leaves me feeling empty and ‘fake’.
If * that is it * {{{{{{{{{Euty}}}}}}}}} OR, it could be, that you know that Brad is kinda cute.
Hey! The pictures had him standing next to an equally nude (and unimpressive; damn, that girl’s skinny) Gwynneth Paltrow, and I only noticed him because, uh, he was POINTED OUT TO ME.
There’s a pattern forming her. First, Ender, and now Euty?
What can I say that won’t be too emptily vacuous to you right now, but – hang in there, Eutychus55. You’ve been down quite a while now. I’m concerned. Take care.
I dunno Euty would you rather have a dream about being snowbound in a hotel where one of the other guests is John Wayne in the flesh, and after you finish talking to him you pick up an old golf magazine and it features **Spiny Norman ** as a non-golfer being taught the game.
Note to Self: Must not have any more mexican food after six at night.
{{{{{{{Euty}}}}}}}} I’m so sorry, it’s not like I don’t understand, but I do wish I had something to say that could help you…or even help * me, * but I don’t.
I’m aware you prolly didn’t have your tape measures and rulers with you (though you seemed to have protractors for that 90 degree angle!) but could ya guesst-imate?