“Obscure joke. Talk to your parents.”
oohboy - I’m going to have to remember my dreams and write 'em down as soon as I wake up. Can’t think of any now, but I know I’ll have a weird one this weekend (I always do when I sleep in other than my own bed)
btw - can’t wait to see what you do with Inigo’s
Thanks Hal! It looks great! 
You will be assimil…uh, I mean no.
This is what happens when you’re not worried about the guys taking pictures for the aliens to see whom to probe, next. <nodnodnodnodnodnodnodnod>
I’m 36 weeks pregnant. A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream that I was so relaxed I gave birth in my sleep. She was a perfectly lovely little baby, except for having the head of a 16-week old Alaskan malamute puppy. Damn, that was hard to get her to nurse! She couldn’t latch on properly.
They’re great! Thanks!
Here’s a good one from some time ago.
Those are great, AFG.
If you’ve got any more in you, once I dreamt that I sleeping in a dumpster and woke up (in the dream) to find Ernest Borgnine standing on top of it, peeing on me, and laughing like a maniac. You probably don’t want to draw that, though. Heck, you probably don’t even want to visualize it. I know I didn’t.
AFG, I have a few more dreams I’ll share here. First, a couple of links to odd dreams I’d put up on the boards. Not as much fun as the first, but still rather surreal.
I’m trying to reconstruct the epic dream I’d had a few months ago with the ship/flying pipe organ… I’ll hope to post that tonight.
Those are great, AFG! Thanks for doing my R-rated Beverly Hillbillies - you really drew a hot hunk. It must be a relief to Ellie Mae after dating the likes of Sonny Drysdale and Dash Riprock for so many years!
Way cool, AFG! Love the expression on the rightmost guy’s face - “Must…keep…dancing…”
I also liked the expression of the dancing guys. Really conveyed a sense of…um…must…dance…
Thanks for drawing mine. That’s pretty much how it all went down.
I love that lobster-faced manatee. That’s high-quality right there. Makes me wanna sleep with you, it does, it does.
By the way, Audrey Hepburn had ooooonly two things wrong with her…I think you know what they are.
So that’s the secret to getting guys in the sack…makes note
Damn! I knew I didn’t get the eyes right… 
I dreamt I woke up and looked out the window and all I saw was a bunch of very black smoke. I looked down and there was a Time magazine with the headline “New York City Nuked Out of Existance.” I opened it up, looked at the photos, and then checked the timeline. The first two entries were for the WTC bombing and 9/11. I thought to check the date on the magazine: 3/7/2063. I thought " I have to start a thread on this."
I dream frequently of an old cemetery. The stones are of styles popular in the early 20th century. Some have the little porcelain pictures of the dead on them. There are several above ground mausoleums which intensely attract me. I try to peer through the windows but can’t see anything inside. The doors are locked. Finally, I find one that is open and I’m happy. As I am about to enter, I wake up. Every time.
Oo, I’m glad I found this thread. Weird dreams and Amazon Floozy Goddess cartoon - does it get any better than this? Anyway, here’s my submission:
A few weeks ago, I dreamed that my boyfriend was driving me to his parents’ house. (Note that I’ve never been there IRL.) We were going to stay there for a few days, and I was anxious to get there because I was really horny, but I didn’t want to distract him while he was driving. We were driving past lots of huge, expensive houses set far apart from each other amidst rolling hills. We reached his folks’ house and walked in. They weren’t home, but my boyfriend showed me upstairs to his bedroom. When I turned around, he’s stepped into the bathroom across the hall and was taking a shower. I was frustrated, because I was still horny, but I thought he’d be annoyed if I interupted his shower. ( 
) So I turned back and stepped into his bedroom, only to see myself (!) rooting around under the bed. I recognized myself by my huge ass sticking up. Anyway, I wondered what I was doing rooting around under the bed; then I realized that my conciousness could be in either of my bodies, but only in one body at a time. I switched it into the other me to find out what I was doing. Suddenly I was the me under the bed, and I crawled out to greet myself. So then there were two of me, standing face to face, and both of me still horny. Of course, I would never cheat on my boyfriend, but it’s not really cheating if you’re getting it on with you, right? So the two me’s started making out. My eyes were closed, so this part of the dream was entirely focused on what it feels like to French myself. The me I’m not was doing something interested with her (my?) tongue, so my conciousness switches bodies again to find out what it was. In the other body, I figured out what the tongue gymnastics were. Then, unfortunately, I wake up. :smack:
Now that’s weird enough, but for the next couple days, I kept flashing back to this incredibly vivid memory of making out with myself! It was really hard not to burst out laughing at work.
She had eyes?
Link? Details?
…something???
I figured someone was going to ask for a cite. Lessee . . . well, here’s a pic of Sam and me (I’m the girly one). As for the tongue thing, it’s hard to describe, and I don’t remember all that well anymore, but I think it was something like her/my tongue was twisting from side to side, and the tip of her/my tongue was curling over the edge of my tongue. I hope that ahem satisfies your ahem curiosity.