That sounds like a nightmare to me. Sex and the City makes me want to cry blood.

My favourite bit in every Sex and the City episode is where the main bitch that looks like Dee Snider comes up with some crap ambiguous question for her shit column, and you see her type it across the screen. It's usually something that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, like:

"Can sex really be void of politics?????"

Great stuff.

I had a strange dream last night also. The attic in my house had one of those mechanical squid things from the Matrix in it and it was tearing everything apart. To escape, my brother and my best friend followed me out into the street and we all piled into my car, which in my dream wasn't actually my car but a really weird thin plastic car. Anyway, it was really hard to drive. We got out on a busy street and it turned out everyone was running from the Matrix squid thing so there was confusion everywhere.

In the madness I broke into a modern flashy Merc and started driving away in that. It was really strange because the car had this odd plastic mountain right under the steering wheel (in my dream I thought, "Ah, this is what all new cars must have") which was making it difficult to drive. The pedals were also very close together and I kept pressing the brake instead of the accelerator. Now, because the car was stolen, police started chasing us and we drove into central London to try and blend into the crowds.

My brother and I noticed a police helicopter so we pulled under this big awning to hide the car from the chopper's aerial view and got out. We all broke up and tried to find places to hide. I was wearing this massive red puffa jacket so I took it off and ran to a football stadium. I went to the toilets and threw the obvious jacket on top of a cubical wall, hiding it. I also had this massive afro wig on too but for some strange reason, I didn't take it off.

The dream ended there, it was really strange.

MartinC wrote:My favourite bit in every Sex and the City episode is where the main bitch that looks like Dee Snider comes up with some crap ambiguous question for her shit column, and you see her type it across the screen. It's usually something that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, like:

"Can sex really be void of politics?????"

Great stuff.

I just 'like' the format that it seems to take: four women sitting around talking about sex. If you contrast it with the average sex-based conversations you have with your mates at the pub, you realise how tame Sex and the City is. I've only watched the show a couple of times but I don't think they're funny enough to talk about pink socks.

They could have at least got fit women to talk explicitly about sex. Not 4 crusty old spoiled hags. It's the worst show ever, they're all idiots and they're always wrong about everything. I hope they get crushed by a giant marble statue of a penis.

Herzeleid wrote:They could have at least got fit women to talk explicitly about sex. Not 4 crusty old spoiled hags. It's the worst show ever, they're all idiots and they're always wrong about everything. I hope they get crushed by a giant marble statue of a penis.

That would be fantastic. Especially so if it just fell through the ceiling without any warning and crushed them all in one fell swoop. Think of the surrounding crowd pointing and screaming. It'd be like 9/11 except people would end up being less pissed off with Muslims.

I was thinking more of it coming through the window. Like the swinging logs the Ewoks use.

Atom's dream has reminded me of some details of a dream I had when staying at Dian Wei's house - cos I needed to leave early the next morning I'd asked him the route to the train station, and in the dream I followed the route I thought was right, but it led to this wasteland with piles of burning tyres and JCBs swinging around.

So I think I hijacked some old people carrier, and erratically drove in the opposite direction - but just like Atom found, driving in a dream is one of the hardest things ever, and I kept scratching up against other cars and stuff.

Don't remember if anything else happened, but there you go.

Atoms dream mentioned him in a red puffer jacket and an afro wig.
thatd be a great new frontman look for tonights party!

Lev - Pulverizer wrote:I was thinking more of it coming through the window. Like the swinging logs the Ewoks use.

God!

This is also fantastic. Though I still favour the Monty Python 'Foot' thing, the swinging penis-shaped battering ram is also worthy of consideration.

James wrote:Atom's dream has reminded me of some details of a dream I had when staying at Dian Wei's house.

I honestly think everyone on here knows my real name by now.

Steve-Dave, right?

No, frog-blasto gwups.

billy mitchell

I had one the other night where I had bowel cancer. I ended up in a 7 year coma then when I came out I had a family of 4 kids who, for some reason were all adults by now after just 7 years. It was weird. wierd. Bah...