Because you're a boy lover.

Myleene seems a pretty decent lass like. Her classical music is fantastic.

I guessed that was your response, but i guess it is just cause i am fixated on the ones i can see fuck.



Her basically.

Alison is shit. Her tits are rank.

Go suck Kenny Baker's pruney balls.

James wrote:Just before I woke up this morning I had an awesome dream though, there was this wizard-like being who gave me the Ring of Power - I was basically like Aragorn, the heir of Gondor etc. - and I was really happy, and then this wizard like being was carrying me in the same way that one of the Aliens carries Ripley in Alien Ressurection, while I just looked at the ring with glee... and then this wizardy being slowly morphed into a cross between Sauron and Satan (but more the latter), and I realised I had been deluded all along.

It wasn't really scary though, just cool.

Wow, I'm glad my dreams aren't that gay!!! hahaha

It ruled, you miserable toad.

One of my weirdest dreams was when I had a basket that was half full of eggs on one side, and the other side was filled with time, that's right... time, not thyme. It looked empty but it had time in it.


When I was younger there were two weird dreams I would always have, both had characters with names.

1) The Inricle Men. For a start "inricle" isn't even a word so fuck knows where that cam from. Basically, my parents had these built-in wardrobes with sliding doors and in this re-occuring dream, whenever my dad's wardrobe doorwas left open, these translucent, ghost-like men would walk out of it wearing his shirts. They would walk about 2 meters before just fading away into nothingness, but they would come out at regular intervals. They weren't harmful or anything, just a bit freaky, so I'd always make sure the wardrobes were shut, in the dreams and when I was awake!

2) The Guitar Man. This was the name of some robot guy who was basically a copy of my dad but without the mostache, he just looks like a life-size action figure version of my dad with like rubbery skin and stuff, I think he actually had "Made in China" on the back of his neck, just like my Captain Scarlett figure, lol. He was called the guitar man cause he would always sit on my parents' bed playing my dad's guitar. Again, he wasn't harmful at all, he was just there every so often. He was afraid of light though, so he only ever had the lemp on if anything, one time I went up to him when he was sitting on the bed and sort of stared at him really close and made him back up into the lamp which cause him to fly forwards in a fit-like reaction, and my dad had a go at me cause he didn't like the light. The one thing that really freaked me out was once, when I was actually awake, I walked past the living room on my way to go upstairs and I swear I saw my dad sitting in his chair... so I went upstairs and I could hear his guitar, so immediately I was like "WTF!?!?!? It's the Guitar Man!". I managed to pluck up the courage and actually go and have a look, it was just my dad, I had been mistaken, lol.

Possibly kind of related to the Guitar man... I think this was later on but I was still young, I used to have these fucked up dreams where manekins would sort of come to life. Not fully, they would just move or look at me or jolt and things like that, used to scare the hell out me.

Two dreams I had recently were
My best friend going blind so I had to lead him round and I lost him in a science art gallery.
The other was some Jazz piano player dying while playing then I looked on last fm and he was tagged as grindcore, can't remember his name so I can't do it for real

Last night I dreamt I was seeing Overkill at Bloodstock and he held the mic to me during Rotten To The Core. Instead of shouting "The Cyooree!" I shouted "Euieuieueighgeueiu!!!1". It was reeaaaallly funny.

A couple of nights ago I dreamt I had to go to two different funerals in a day and then our tarantula escaped and was hassling me and then someone was spying on me in the bathroom with a CCTV camera.

I had a dream last night, that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I had a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I had a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I had a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I had a dream today. I had a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I had a dream today. I had a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

It was a pretty messed up dream.

funny you should mention that!
strangely enough i had a dream that Martin Luther King came back from the dead as a Panther leader seeking revenge on the u.s.government.and painting the whitehouse red with an ak47 in an attempt to see how redneck Bush reacts to bump offs urban stylee.westsiiiiiide!

Last night I had a dream about a film that probably hasn't been made. It was basically about an insomniac who believes he's someone else. It was quite strange really because the break through in the film came with him realising that his alterego didn't exist in a psychiatrist's office. What was weirdest was that the psychiatrist's voice was the same as HAL from Space Odyssey...

Another reoccuring dream of mine is my arms going all numb and weak as soon as I have to use them to fight. Happens whatever situation i'm in, whether I'm defending myself from zombies or killing a bad guy or just punching my mum.

Metal Iain wrote:Last night I had a dream about a film that probably hasn't been made. It was basically about an insomniac who believes he's someone else. It was quite strange really because the break through in the film came with him realising that his alterego didn't exist in a psychiatrist's office. What was weirdest was that the psychiatrist's voice was the same as HAL from Space Odyssey...

He didn't start a fight club by any chance, did he?