I had my first dream involving the boards last night. I dreamed I was cleaning out my kitchen cupboards when I see these little green things that look like pasta shells lying on the shelf. I poke one, and a couple eye stalks slowly grow out from underneath it and it oozes away. Snails! Green snails! In my cupboards! My first thought was, “I gotta get my ass over to GQ and ask about this!” I woke up as I was typing the post. it seemed so natural that when I got on the computer today, I almost went to check for my snail thread. It took a second for it to click in that it had been a dream.
I know I’ve posted this before, but I’ve a dream where I was really tiny and in the computer on the dope. Truly wierd stuff that propbly says someting about my mind.
Just noticed the Google ads are about “fishy vaginal odor” and “deodorize your poop”. Hey - maybe the ads are secretly some kind of Freudian dream analysis? So I guess dreaming about snails means I worry that I have fishy vaginal odor. And when Regallag_The_Axe is really tiny and in his computer, that must mean he subconsiously is looking to find a way to deodorize his poop.
I had a totally weird Doper dream once. I wrote about here somewhere, but it was too long ago and too vague to bother dredging up. But I remember Anaamika was there, and Johnny L.A. was there in a helicopter, with Inigo Montoya, and there was this big maze made out of yellow plastic, then it went into the woods, and there was a big, pink, lesbian dragon, who I saved. It had everything but Cecil Adams. I think.
Oh, and apparently, subliminally, this dream makes me want to “Forget Paypal”. Okay. Gladly.
Uh…how do you know the dragon was a lesbian?
She told me so. She was crying because she was so repressed by society. I had to save her. From… society. Or something. But she was happy at the end. Because I saved her.
From society.
I have never dreamed of the Dope or any of it’s denizens.
Oye.
Did you know what these posters looked like at the time? I’m just curious.