West Berlin is mayonnaise.
We (the West) don’t want it to be so bland.
We’re allowed to add powered mustard.
However, adding vinegar would be seen as spreading Western influence in the region, which is disallowed by treaty.
Adding vinegar to West Berlin would escalate the Cold War!
Once I dreamed I was taking my niece (age 5 or 6 at the time) through a toy store. In the doll aisle, she suddenly pointed to one of the shelves and started shouting, “That one! That one! I want that one!” I looked and it was a Heidi Fleiss action figure.
I dream about a long dead cat and Cluthlu. Can’t get any weirder than that.
Last night, I dreamt that Jonathan Pryce, dressed as a medieval harlequin (complete with face paint and bauble), in a post-credits teaser scene for an X-Men movie, was performing a version of the Joker’s “you know how I got these scars?” routine, in a sort of manic, sing-song, rapid patter German.
I don’t speak German.
Your move.
My Dad told me about a bizarre dream he had where it was the moment before the big bang with all matter condensed to a single point but it kind of zoomed out and it was like a mole on the nose of some giant face.
Not extremely surreal but awesome nonetheless:
Dreamt last week that I was driving through a tall canyon and passed by a very high waterfall–hundreds of feet high, whose angle was over 90 degrees, that is, the water was gushing over the edge, and then sticking to the cliff as it receded backward away from the canyon center.
Then, later on in that same canyon, we passed a mall-sized building of several stories jutting out over the creek in the canyon center. But the stories were only around 3 feet high, and made of modular open wood blocks lashed together with rope. We saw people on the inside wandering and looking out the open sides toward us, the effect making it look like an open maze or kids play area. Fortunately, even adult non-tribal members were allowed to go into this place and we were just about to pay our entrance fee when my dream ended.
Last night I dreamed I was on some sort of wilderness camping trip and was competing with several others to start a fire by natural means (without matches etc). I discovered that it was possible to generate a glowing ember by blowing on daisies.
I dreamt I met Vince Lombardy who confided in me that Johnny Bench was a closet classical music fan.
Most of mine are pretty weird, making so little sense that I can’t hold onto them long after waking up.
Recently dreamed I was playing with my wedding ring while talking to someone (a generic person, no specific identity).
When I woke up, the ring was on my other hand.
I keep having little dreaming about the future and then something similar to 'em or smack on occurs.
A few months ago I dreamt I was walking through a casino and spotted a penny machine that looked like it had a million credits on the meter and no one was around. Then, the other day, I was walking through a casino and spotted a penny machine that looked like it had at least a million pennies registered on the meter and no one was around.
So I sat in the seat (while I recalled the Aristotle quote “it remains true that the greatest injustices proceed from those that are driven by greed, and not those that are driven by necessity”) and played it twice and then hit the Cash Out button. As the machine was printing out the ticket (to redeem it for cash) a sweet little old lady with a cane tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if you’d just started playing the machine. I told her I did.
I handed her the ticked and gave her her seat back and she smiled and said I was an angel. THAT made my day (that she would say such a thing).
Then, another dream just a few hours ago had me dreaming of being involved with Hitler and considering some way to assassinate the guy. I woke up, turned on the radio and a talk show host was chatting with some fellow that wrote a book about the Nazis.
Basically, I think about the not-so-fun dreams and pray those don’t come down the pike.
No thanks. 