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HasBeenCorrected · 07-14-2005, 11:46 PM

WARNING: EXTREMELY SERIOUS AND OFF-TOPIC BANTER AHEAD. IF YOU ONLY LIKE GIGGLY/FUNNY/CHUKLY/GUHAWY/RABBIDLAUGHING STUFF THEN GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME PERSONALLY (and why wouldn't you... prick...) THEN GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.

THE FOLLOWING POST IS ABOUT A DREAM I HAD AND I WANT PEOPLE TO TELL ME WHAT THEY THINK... 'CAUSE IT WAS THAT WEIRD AND SAD.

(THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT TO BY A GLASS OF MILK.)

(Okay... I'll be serious and take the caps off now.)

(****bite.)

Well first before I say the dream I have to tell you that I like this girl (doesn't everybody?) and have for three years... have asked her out... uhh... eight times maybe (she's a friend and I'm not a stalker) and these are the answers: No, No, No, No, No, No, No, and No.

She said, "You're too good of a friend."-AHH-Weasel Honkey... I have proof that's not the reason (but that's another forum *winkwink**cough*).

Well the dream starts out my math class (which has my best friend... her and a couple other friends) is taking a field trip to the london bridge (go figure) and on the way there the girl I like has this little tin with paper in it but she won't let anyone read the paper 'til after the trip.

So when we get there we journey up the bridge (which is very tomblike for some reason) and when we get to the top we look down and see this Canadian (no... I'm not kidding) tank shooting at the bridge...

Like any structure not made by aliens the bridge starts to collapse... we all start running off while the bridge is collapsing (and a chorus of little kids singing "London bridge is falling down" starts playing) and when the bridge is collapsed and everyone alive is off they tell us that one person died... that is the girl...

I start crying (in my dream) but on the way out I find her tin... I open it and the paper has a poem about "Love" on it... I started crying really really hard.

Then I woke up.

The weirdest thing is... this is the night before the London bombings...

07-14-2005, 11:46 PM	#1 (permalink)
HasBeenCorrected Some Guy Join Date: May 2005 Location: Up your ass. Posts: 10	Dream I Had. WARNING: EXTREMELY SERIOUS AND OFF-TOPIC BANTER AHEAD. IF YOU ONLY LIKE GIGGLY/FUNNY/CHUKLY/GUHAWY/RABBIDLAUGHING STUFF THEN GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME PERSONALLY (and why wouldn't you... prick...) THEN GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. THE FOLLOWING POST IS ABOUT A DREAM I HAD AND I WANT PEOPLE TO TELL ME WHAT THEY THINK... 'CAUSE IT WAS THAT WEIRD AND SAD. (THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT TO BY A GLASS OF MILK.) (Okay... I'll be serious and take the caps off now.) (***bite.) Well first before I say the dream I have to tell you that I like this girl (doesn't everybody?) and have for three years... have asked her out... uhh... eight times maybe (she's a friend and I'm not a stalker) and these are the answers: No, No, No, No, No, No, No, and No. She said, "You're too good of a friend."-AHH-Weasel Honkey... I have proof that's not the reason (but that's another forum winkwink*cough). Well the dream starts out my math class (which has my best friend... her and a couple other friends) is taking a field trip to the london bridge (go figure) and on the way there the girl I like has this little tin with paper in it but she won't let anyone read the paper 'til after the trip. So when we get there we journey up the bridge (which is very tomblike for some reason) and when we get to the top we look down and see this Canadian (no... I'm not kidding) tank shooting at the bridge... Like any structure not made by aliens the bridge starts to collapse... we all start running off while the bridge is collapsing (and a chorus of little kids singing "London bridge is falling down" starts playing) and when the bridge is collapsed and everyone alive is off they tell us that one person died... that is the girl... I start crying (in my dream) but on the way out I find her tin... I open it and the paper has a poem about "Love" on it... I started crying really really hard. Then I woke up. The weirdest thing is... this is the night before the London bombings... __________________ So we agree to the terms?... Yeah. Okay... we'll send over the prisoner once your part of the deal is up... Get on with it Grif... I would just like to admit... that I suck... And?... And that I'm a girl... What else? And I like ribbons in my hair... and I want to kiss all the boys... This might be the greatest surrender of all time. So let go Mmm, jump in Oh well whatcha waiting for It's alright 'Cuz there's beauty In the breakdown