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More than past time to ressurect this thread from the old forum.

So, I'm at some fancy-shmancy dinner event, accompanying the Drunk Monk because the Webmaster has loaned me to him for the evening. hock: I spend most of the dinner talking to some character actress at the same table that I know I know from somewhere, but can't remember. As the evening is ending, I notice the Drunk Monk is gone, and I don't have a ride home. :? But he left me his credit card so I can pay for dinner. For some reason I think that's not going to work - I can't sign DM's signature so I can't use it, I'll have to pay on my own. :? But I only have a $100 bill, and they don't accept that - it needs to be a smaller bill. So I give them my credit card, and then leave to make change -- I'll need it for the cab I'll take home -- they won't take a $100 bill either. I leave wherever the event was and start walking (for miles and into some unrecognizable and bad neighborhood for some reason) -- and stop at some corner deli place and they give me change, but it's all ones or fives and so I have this giant wad of cash that I have to try to hide so that no one will try to rob me. I walk some more -- the neighborhoods are getting worse and worse and darker. I've got a cell phone but I don't know who to call to get a cab. I get grabbed and held by some street thug who I have to hit and bite to escape, I'm running and cursing myself for wearing stupid heels that make it hard to run away...

I know; issues.

But DM looked terrific in a tux.

I haven't worn a tux in years. It was one of the original DOOM requirements. I got my tux at a Flea market where a rental company was dumped overused stock hock: it was only $20. Now it's on the life size CPR dummy that Legbone steffed with porn and left on my doorstep one Halloween with a bottle of Satan Ale. Scared the fuck out of me. We were living in SF and had this weird, alley-like entrance way. Stacy and I had gone out to a Jerry Garcia concert, I was heavy in the post-show glow, turned the corner and saw this body. Later, I gave it my tux. I might still have it. Beware.

Until we got to the DM looked nice a tux part.

you know i do. or at least i did. i'm not sure my cumberbund (sp?) still fits right... :o

...why this thread came up in 'issues' and not on the other 'doom dreams' thread http://brotherhoodofdoom.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=65 and it ain't my cumberbund not fitting. well, ok, maybe that's part of it too, but there's a greater issue here, isn't there?

And I probably don't want to know. I'm putting my hands over my ears and closing my eyes.

Naaa, I just didn't realize that there was already another Doom Dreams thread in the new forum and "issues" seemed appropriate. Not really a "big question."

You guys have fun in the bouncy blow-up playhouse tonight... I'll be flying home from Tampa, with a quick stop in the snow and cold of Chicago.

It's Saturday night. And I've got my track spikes ready.

... I'll already be safe and warm in L.A., curled up on the couch with the kitties.

so i've been doing some housecleaning, emptying out all the rotten vegetables and replacing them with fresh vegetables. i reach into a small thin cabinet to get some plastic bags and notice they're all gummy with some sort of sticky goo. is it spilled syrup or something? give it a sniff. oh crap it's cat pee! :x the worst part of this nightmare? it was real. it just happened a few minutes ago. damn cat.

Or Vice Versa

I'm in the Enya meditation room. It's this large black marble room filled to about six inches with water. I'm gently floating around the room on my back when I fall asleep. When I woke back up, the dim lights were off and the water was gone.

This struck me as odd. Am I supposed to fall asleep when I'm already asleep? What did I dream during that sleep?

This dream was far better than the naked Ken dream of a previous night where he sprayed himself with cologne then rolled around on my bed to dampen the scent. Fortunately, his junk was pixilated so I didn't get the whole Ken effect.

For some reason, Dan gets to install my butt plug and Cole wants to watch. It probably has something to do with ass picture guilt.

Maybe I should have just talked about my crew that had been infected by the ghosts of indians and were refusing to work?

I like to watch.

Things I didn't need to know. Maybe I should give up sleep?

Greg, let's make some etiquette rules for this forum here.

#1. Stop telling us about all the deviant porn spam you are getting. Clearly it is the result of your bizarre web surfing.

#2. Stop telling us about your deviant sexual dreams when we are involved. You can tell us about deviant sexual dreams with Dennis Rodman, Madonna and Stephen Hawking, but it's just getting a little too close to home with nekkid Ken in your bed, LB plugging you and PPFY being the $1 per minute voyeur. You're only enabling them.

Can we go back to the Queen talking about how terrific DM looks in a tux now?