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Easy to narrow down.
always that i can jump really high and float in the air for a bit before coming back down. It's still a disappointment when i wake up.
Is always good.
everytime there's a girl involved we go flying instead.
I have about 3 a week. They are better than flying dreams. Actually i never dream about flying.
i wasn't doing a "MOAR DETAILS" *fap* thing, it was just a stunned silence/MILLION REPLIES
Where I was reading a really great short story, got to end and saw that I had written it.
I woke up, and wandered round the house musing on its greatness as I could remember it in perfect detail. Then I had breakfast. After breakfast I had forgotten it. Bizarre.
Most of the turns and loops were physically impossible but I could feel everything, while Hendrix was on in the background.
and being able to go higher up and faster if I "pedalled".
best dream ever bar none and I even remember feeling a touch of vertigo in it when I got level with the roof of my old house!
it was the best dream i ever had.
in it i was asking my brother what the name of the other chuckle brother (i.e. the one who isn't barry chuckle) was, and he told me it was paul.
when i woke up i remembered this information and was very pleased because it had been bugging me for some time. i went to see the chuckle brothers live shortly after and it was one of the best things i have ever been to. i can heartily recommend them to anyone.
this is also the only occasion in which i have received information from my subconscious in this manner, which is quite exciting and says something, i believe, about the importance of the chuckle brothers.
have you also seen the chuckle brothers live then?
is the chuckle brothers
I wanted you to explain one to me.
Once I dreamt that there was a 28 days later virus running about ireland on the night of our formal. After some hijacked planes crashed into one of our fields I told my sister to look after my internet affairs while i walked to belfast airport with my gran.
Another time me and my friend went to The Sun city (yes the tabloid). We had to be catapulted in which was good fun. However whilst the coolest guy I know shot me 34 times with an AK47 and so I was full of holes. It took me two days to die so I spent that time touring The Sun city, being treated like a hero and eating fancy dinners.
I've had loads in the past year or so. Must be the cheese.
but the most recent odd dream:
last night, I dreamt that I was dropping babies off a 120 foot scaffolding.
They were bouncing.