He read a few of your posts
I had a dream I followed through and shat my pants. Woke up and checked my jocks straight away.
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Ok…
My father used to be a truck driver and he is approached by a band that he’s never heard of to drive them on their tour of India. The band has written the pause music jingle for a Pokemon game and been very successful. My father agrees to DRIVE THEM TO INDIA. As he’s loading up the bus I step forward and say I’m coming too.
My mam turns to me and says “Batigol*, can you really not ever be happy here?” I say no and we head off.
I tell my dad to pull in to the house in Portlaoise so I can get my passport but he says we dont have time. Next thing I know I’m at the Israeli border and been taken into a room and being quizzed about my lack of a passport. They say I’ll have to be sent back but then a supervisor comes in and whispers something into the officer’s ear. Next thing I know I’m being offered a clandestine trip across Israel to the country that borders it (Russia, in my dream**) if I link up with a terrorist group there and smuggle some stuff in.
I wake just as me and dad are chatting bout whether to do it
*my mam doesn’t actually call me Batigol
**I’m actually seething about how bad my geography was in this dream
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Id this exact dream last night 
For some reason there was a gate very close to the tee box and I couldn’t find a spot suitable to tee up and get it over the gate. The tee box was also in my parents front yard
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You just know if you could get a good swing at it you’d nail it. Always a lovely sunny day with a wide open fairway.
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Having the kinda dreams that could give a lad PTSD lately. Unbelievably graphic
My hens’ egg laying performance has become rather desultory. Some decline is to be expected, given the time of year…but im being mugged off. A similar declined appeared to occur last summer, but it transpired that two hens had taken it upon themselves to ate the entire flock’s production. I identified the culprits by presenting a fake egg and noting who attacked it.
Anyhow. The last night i dreamt about repeating the trick. I opened the coop, noted the empty nests, and placed a fake egg just inside the door. One hen took the bait. I grabbed it and wrung its neck…an unsettling enough scenario, for everyone involved, nevertheless I’d half forgotten about it by the time i checked the coop this morning. No eggs, but there’s a dead chicken lying just inside the door.
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Was there a fake egg just inside the door?
I just turned and ran, can’t say i noticed
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My brothers stag party; we end up going to a village out on the steppe in Ukraine. There is a single Soviet block style building with a hotel in it. A good few local lads and my auld lad are all present and enter the hotel. We sit down in the lobby in a fairly haphazard manner at tables like those that would be out for a 25 drive in the local community centre. There are two beer taps in the bar which are self service and have lovely local beer.
A few not very pretty young local babushkas come into the place, delighted with the presence of some men around the place. The village is one of those desolate post Soviet dumps you’d see on those travel vlogs when people are travelling across rural Russia or Belarus. Foreigners are not often seen there. The women throw themselves at us and ask us to accompany them to a local bar, instead of hitting the nearest city for the night as was the plan.
We walk down the dirt track road to the bar and pass a large aircraft hangar made of 6 foot square galvanise sheets bolted together and about the height of the Spire in Dublin. An impressive looking structure in the past but looking somewhat dilapidated now.
We get to the bar which is a timber shack and pretty dimly lit inside. We discover it is an Oirish bar with a couple of lads from Limerick and Kerry drinking there. The barman is from Cork. They have Guinness, Budweiser and Heineken on tap. One of my companions on the stag has got there before me; I ask what’s the Guinness like and he says “not great”. I call for a Heineken. Dream ends.
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It’s a nightmare every single night now for me. Fucking horrific stuff too
Do you wake up in a sweat?
Yeah frequently. Or a panic
Sounds like your body is full of anxiety,
Not much you can do other than ride it out.
And lay off the drink.
Sounds like a nightmare
Aside from a few in Budapest I’ve not drank in weeks.
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Is it the medication?
I don’t know tbh. I’ve always had a bit of this but it’s been every single night now for the past few months
Any good horror/surrealist/post-apocalyptic novels to be wrought out of them?
I rarely have any dreams anymore, or at least ones I have any recollection of when I wake up. Probably means I’m on the way out.