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Dom

My most memorable dream was when I was about ten or so and I dreamt I got chased by a HUGE caterpillar and I ran like Benny Hill. I woke up and was like WTFBBQ?!

I've also been told I talk in my sleep. Like for instance when I had to share a room with my brother he told me I once sat up, eyes closed, and started going "Dee ba da ba dee ba da ba dee ba da SPOOOOOOON." and when he asked if I was awake I apparently just stared at him for a minute and then fell back down.

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Tea Supremacist

I don't really remember my dreams that often, though one I had a little while ago involved my old childhood home, werewolves and being nice to them so they wouldn't attack me. That's all I really remember.

The most recent conversation I had in my sleep (which I do A LOT) with my partner went like this:
ME: Go and get me some chocolate. I have 5 pounds.
HIM: Shut up.
ME: I'm hungry. I want chocolate. Get me a Kit Kat.
HIM: You don't like them. Shut up.
ME: I do. You have no right to tell me what I do and don't like. How much are the tickets?
HIM: What tickets?
ME: For the Kit Kats you Prick! I've only got a fiver.
HIM: You need tickets for Kit Kats?
ME: How about you stop being a prick? I'm hungry.
HIM: You don't want a Kit Kat, Gem, you don't like them and it's stupid o clock in the morning. Now sssshhhhh.
ME: Oh, so now you tell me what I want and what's good for me, eh? You telling me I don't need sweets? You saying I'm fat? I'll just fuck off down the shop and feast on pies instead, shall I? Eh? EH? (Carries on into incoherent mumbling for a few minutes....)

My partner thinks it's funny to record when I start talking. In fairness I'd never believe him if he didn't have the proof...

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bannister

Tea Supremacist, that's funny as hell.

Last night, I had a dream that I was a journalist for Rolling Stone, and was interviewing celebrities in a bar. Jools Holland came in and sat next to me, but when I asked him for an interview, he called me a tosser and said he'd be speaking to my boss. For the rest of the dream I was freaking out about losing my job, then started thinking about writing this month's Lady Gaga cover story to make up for it.

I decided to leave and went walking through SF, looking for a 5 dollar bill I had dropped earlier, and walked into a drag bar. I ended up smoking a blunt with Jello Biafra and Nick Cave while we watched a performer, and talking about the oil spill.

Not that surreal, but still pretty odd. I woke up and was like 'wat'.
Evidently my inner self is very starstruck.

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