Last night I dreamt that in order to win elections, not only do you have to win the popular vote but you had to win a fist fight with your opponent also. My constituents were very worried because I was running against a very large man but I assured them I would win the fight because my ideas were so much better.
Only when it came down to the fight, we discovered that my opponent was a vampire that I had to protect my constituents from.
If you tell me what this means, I’ll tell you what your weird dream means. All are invited to analyze and post dreams.
It means you feel unprepared for something coming up (Thanks Psych 101!)
I had a dream that the local GameWorks Arcade had a brothel attached that accepted tokens. Plus the working girls would do physical therapy on my knee because “You’re paying them, they’ll do whatever you want.”
After having not played Starcraft in years and not liking him since his massive swing to the right, last night I dreamed that me and Dennis Miller were setting up a Protoss base. Like picking the box sized buildings up and carrying them into place.
Recently I dreamed that I was a muffler on a 1957 Chevy. Between all the noise, heat, vibration and smells, I didn’t sleep very well. I woke up exhausted.
I dreamed that I had fallen asleep in a bass boat on the Arkansas river.
It must have been late afternoon in the Fall, for the trees and sky appeared to be orange. Someone called to me from the shore, and it was a girl with unusual looking eyes.
I disagree with Biggirl’s “LSD” theory. I believe the relevant initials are, instead, “BBC,” and the dream represents your conflict over whether purchasing the upcoming release of “Live at the BBC” on vinyl would be too pretentiously retro.
