dreams can come through
I’ve had little or no dreams since I moved to Cork 7 years ago.
It would have that effect on you alright.
[QUOTE=“Gary Birtles Lovechild, post: 1102536, member: 2585”]I’ve had little or no dreams since I moved to Cork 7 years ago.[/QUOTE]did you know the Council put savage amounts of fluoride in the water in Cork
Strange night.
Dream 1: I am watching the final day of the Premier League season on television. Liverpool and Manchester City are fighting it out to win the title. I am almost in tears with the tension. Liverpool are at home to Nottingham Forest. Manchester City are away at Fulham. Liverpool must win and Manchester City must lose. With ten minutes left Liverpool are leading Forest 7-6. Fulham have just taken a 2-1 lead against Manchester City. I now feel like my skeleton is trying to jump out of my skin, such is my state of agitation. At this point my cousin arrives, but I am suddenly no longer in front of a television. I have not seen him for five years. He is not interested in football, went to Blackrock College and is highly amused at my state of agitation. Despite not being a rugby fan, he has a lot of smug Ross O’Carroll-Kelly mannerisms, and is called Ross, which he also is in reality. I suddenly find myself in a park. There is a television set at the far side of an open green area (I believe it is one of the non-manicured parts of Stephen’s Green) about 100 yards away and this is showing the final few minutes of both matches. I lose my cool with Ross and tell him to disappear until the end of the matches due to my state of intense agitation. Ross continuously holds my legs in a rugby tackle-style hold. I can see the television in the far distance but it’s much too far away to make out what is happening. In my mind the television slowly drifts further away and I cannot wrestle my legs free of Ross’s hold. The dream ends before I can ascertain the outcome of who won.
Dream 2: I am crossing the road near the Claddagh in Galway, between the Fire Station and the bridge over the Corrib. I become aware of the presence of two Muslim gentlemen near my person. As I reach the pavement on the far side I turn left and walk towards the fire station, but on the far side of the street. The two Muslims enter a butcher’s shop on the corner. In reality this shop is an off-licence but in the dream it is called “John Divilly Butchers”. Just as they enter the butcher’s shop, out of the corner of my eye I see both of the men pull out 3 foot long bayonets. Seconds later I hear the most sickening screaming coming from the shop and I sprint away in terror. As I am sprinting away, more Muslim men emerge from the fire station with similar bayonets. There is screaming all around the street. I hear somebody shoutng “they’re coming for us”. There is a row of parked cars parked perpendicular to the pavement in front of me. I quickly hide under one of them. Bizarrely, the former darts player Wayne Mardle is also hiding under the adjacent car. He is in an agitated state and says “get down” to me, even though both of us are horizontal on the ground under adjacent cars. There is also an incident at some stage of this dream, I cannot remember at what stage, where I find out that Frank Lampard has “violated” Facebook Girl. The “violation” apparently involves physical abuse but I do not find out the precise nature of it. I become angry and start shouting about Lampard being a bastard, and that “I always thought he was a decent guy before this”. Dream ends.
[QUOTE=“Sidney, post: 1112474, member: 183”]Strange night.
Dream 1: I am watching the final day of the Premier League season on television. Liverpool and Manchester City are fighting it out to win the title. I am almost in tears with the tension. Liverpool are at home to Nottingham Forest. Manchester City are away at Fulham. Liverpool must win and Manchester City must lose. With ten minutes left Liverpool are leading Forest 7-6. Fulham have just taken a 2-1 lead against Manchester City. I now feel like my skeleton is trying to jump out of my skin, such is my state of agitation. At this point my cousin arrives, but I am suddenly no longer in front of a television. I have not seen him for five years. He is not interested in football, went to Blackrock College and is highly amused at my state of agitation. Despite not being a rugby fan, he has a lot of smug Ross O’Carroll-Kelly mannerisms, and is called Ross, which he also is in reality. I suddenly find myself in a park. There is a television set at the far side of an open green area (I believe it is one of the non-manicured parts of Stephen’s Green) about 100 yards away and this is showing the final few minutes of both matches. I lose my cool with Ross and tell him to disappear until the end of the matches due to my state of intense agitation. Ross continuously holds my legs in a rugby tackle-style hold. I can see the television in the far distance but it’s much too far away to make out what is happening. In my mind the television slowly drifts further away and I cannot wrestle my legs free of Ross’s hold. The dream ends before I can ascertain the outcome of who won.
Dream 2: I am crossing the road near the Claddagh in Galway, between the Fire Station and the bridge over the Corrib. I become aware of the presence of two Muslim gentlemen near my person. As I reach the pavement on the far side I turn left and walk towards the fire station, but on the far side of the street. The two Muslims enter a butcher’s shop on the corner. In reality this shop is an off-licence but in the dream it is called “John Divilly Butchers”. Just as they enter the butcher’s shop, out of the corner of my eye I see both of the men pull out 3 foot long bayonets. Seconds later I hear the most sickening screaming coming from the shop and I sprint away in terror. As I am sprinting away, more Muslim men emerge from the fire station with similar bayonets. There is screaming all around the street. I hear somebody shoutng “they’re coming for us”. There is a row of parked cars parked perpendicular to the pavement in front of me. I quickly hide under one of them. Bizarrely, the former darts player Wayne Mardle is also hiding under the adjacent car. He is in an agitated state and says “get down” to me, even though both of us are horizontal on the ground under adjacent cars. There is also an incident at some stage of this dream, I cannot remember at what stage, where I find out that Frank Lampard has “violated” Facebook Girl. The “violation” apparently involves physical abuse but I do not find out the precise nature of it. I become angry and start shouting about Lampard being a bastard, and that “I always thought he was a decent guy before this”. Dream ends.[/QUOTE]
Dream 1 means Liverpool won’t be winning the EPL next year either mate.
[QUOTE=“Sidney, post: 1112474, member: 183”]Strange night.
Dream 1: I am watching the final day of the Premier League season on television. Liverpool and Manchester City are fighting it out to win the title. I am almost in tears with the tension. Liverpool are at home to Nottingham Forest. Manchester City are away at Fulham. Liverpool must win and Manchester City must lose. With ten minutes left Liverpool are leading Forest 7-6. Fulham have just taken a 2-1 lead against Manchester City. I now feel like my skeleton is trying to jump out of my skin, such is my state of agitation. At this point my cousin arrives, but I am suddenly no longer in front of a television. I have not seen him for five years. He is not interested in football, went to Blackrock College and is highly amused at my state of agitation. Despite not being a rugby fan, he has a lot of smug Ross O’Carroll-Kelly mannerisms, and is called Ross, which he also is in reality. I suddenly find myself in a park. There is a television set at the far side of an open green area (I believe it is one of the non-manicured parts of Stephen’s Green) about 100 yards away and this is showing the final few minutes of both matches. I lose my cool with Ross and tell him to disappear until the end of the matches due to my state of intense agitation. Ross continuously holds my legs in a rugby tackle-style hold. I can see the television in the far distance but it’s much too far away to make out what is happening. In my mind the television slowly drifts further away and I cannot wrestle my legs free of Ross’s hold. The dream ends before I can ascertain the outcome of who won.
Dream 2: I am crossing the road near the Claddagh in Galway, between the Fire Station and the bridge over the Corrib. I become aware of the presence of two Muslim gentlemen near my person. As I reach the pavement on the far side I turn left and walk towards the fire station, but on the far side of the street. The two Muslims enter a butcher’s shop on the corner. In reality this shop is an off-licence but in the dream it is called “John Divilly Butchers”. Just as they enter the butcher’s shop, out of the corner of my eye I see both of the men pull out 3 foot long bayonets. Seconds later I hear the most sickening screaming coming from the shop and I sprint away in terror. As I am sprinting away, more Muslim men emerge from the fire station with similar bayonets. There is screaming all around the street. I hear somebody shoutng “they’re coming for us”. There is a row of parked cars parked perpendicular to the pavement in front of me. I quickly hide under one of them. Bizarrely, the former darts player Wayne Mardle is also hiding under the adjacent car. He is in an agitated state and says “get down” to me, even though both of us are horizontal on the ground under adjacent cars. There is also an incident at some stage of this dream, I cannot remember at what stage, where I find out that Frank Lampard has “violated” Facebook Girl. The “violation” apparently involves physical abuse but I do not find out the precise nature of it. I become angry and start shouting about Lampard being a bastard, and that “I always thought he was a decent guy before this”. Dream ends.[/QUOTE]
Racist.
[QUOTE=“Sidney, post: 1112474, member: 183”]Strange night.
Dream 1: I am watching the final day of the Premier League season on television. Liverpool and Manchester City are fighting it out to win the title. I am almost in tears with the tension. Liverpool are at home to Nottingham Forest. Manchester City are away at Fulham. Liverpool must win and Manchester City must lose. With ten minutes left Liverpool are leading Forest 7-6. Fulham have just taken a 2-1 lead against Manchester City. I now feel like my skeleton is trying to jump out of my skin, such is my state of agitation. At this point my cousin arrives, but I am suddenly no longer in front of a television. I have not seen him for five years. He is not interested in football, went to Blackrock College and is highly amused at my state of agitation. Despite not being a rugby fan, he has a lot of smug Ross O’Carroll-Kelly mannerisms, and is called Ross, which he also is in reality. I suddenly find myself in a park. There is a television set at the far side of an open green area (I believe it is one of the non-manicured parts of Stephen’s Green) about 100 yards away and this is showing the final few minutes of both matches. I lose my cool with Ross and tell him to disappear until the end of the matches due to my state of intense agitation. Ross continuously holds my legs in a rugby tackle-style hold. I can see the television in the far distance but it’s much too far away to make out what is happening. In my mind the television slowly drifts further away and I cannot wrestle my legs free of Ross’s hold. The dream ends before I can ascertain the outcome of who won.
Dream 2: I am crossing the road near the Claddagh in Galway, between the Fire Station and the bridge over the Corrib. I become aware of the presence of two Muslim gentlemen near my person. As I reach the pavement on the far side I turn left and walk towards the fire station, but on the far side of the street. The two Muslims enter a butcher’s shop on the corner. In reality this shop is an off-licence but in the dream it is called “John Divilly Butchers”. Just as they enter the butcher’s shop, out of the corner of my eye I see both of the men pull out 3 foot long bayonets. Seconds later I hear the most sickening screaming coming from the shop and I sprint away in terror. As I am sprinting away, more Muslim men emerge from the fire station with similar bayonets. There is screaming all around the street. I hear somebody shoutng “they’re coming for us”. There is a row of parked cars parked perpendicular to the pavement in front of me. I quickly hide under one of them. Bizarrely, the former darts player Wayne Mardle is also hiding under the adjacent car. He is in an agitated state and says “get down” to me, even though both of us are horizontal on the ground under adjacent cars. There is also an incident at some stage of this dream, I cannot remember at what stage, where I find out that Frank Lampard has “violated” Facebook Girl. The “violation” apparently involves physical abuse but I do not find out the precise nature of it. I become angry and start shouting about Lampard being a bastard, and that “I always thought he was a decent guy before this”. Dream ends.[/QUOTE]
Dream 2 means Liverpool will win the EPL next year mate
I dreamt about Lyric FM presenter Aedin Gormley last night. I’m in love with Aedin.
I very rarely remember my dreams. But, this past week has been filled with cuntish nightmares which are waking me from my sleep. They all seem to involve me being stabbed, involved in car collisions or medically related death such as heart attacks.
WTF?
[QUOTE=“carryharry, post: 1120492, member: 1517”]I very rarely remember my dreams. But, this past week has been filled with cuntish nightmares which are waking me from my sleep. They all seem to involve me being stabbed, involved in car collisions or medically related death such as heart attacks.
WTF?[/QUOTE]
Very simple, pal… you aint a yong fella anymore, your subconscious knows it and your body knows it -the rest of you just needs to catch up. Drop the drink and drug fuelled weekends and buy a fixie, join a gym, have kids and cop on before you die.
[QUOTE=“carryharry, post: 1120492, member: 1517”]I very rarely remember my dreams. But, this past week has been filled with cuntish nightmares which are waking me from my sleep. They all seem to involve me being stabbed, involved in car collisions or medically related death such as heart attacks.
WTF?[/QUOTE]
Are you still off the drugs?
Yet another concise and informative post from TFK’s official dream interpreter. You’ve given him fair warning; it’s up to @carryharry to heed it or not.
Is he fuck… the cunt is aten em like jelly beans.
Says my Limerick supplier :mad:.
:oops:
Was it witty?
:rolleyes:
This is possibly the most disturbing dream I’ve ever had but over the weekend I dreamt that @Bandage[/USER] and I went in search of [USER=180]@myboyblue (I’ve never met MBB, nor do I know anything about him).
@ChocolateMice - I’m almost afraid to ask what this means