So yeah. Don't know if we have one of there, but we need one just for the surrealism that will inevitably insue. Now for a warning, because we need warnings:
Follow forum rules and whatnot. No descriptions of sex, gloss over the details of super unsavory stuff like torture or what-have-you ... just be reasonable. This thread's for reading about dreams, not drama. That said, given that the thread's gone on for 82 pages without Toady having to intervene, I gather that everyone gets the implicity of it. Yay!
Hopefully you all got that, so now, let the dreams commence!
AFTER mine, of course. It goes something like this: I had joined the military, snd was on a ferry boat for a 2-week tour. Midway through, the Schettino guy from the cruise ship thing comes onto our ship, having run out of fuel (or something) on his ferry boat, and wanted the captain, who was one of my sempais from karate for some reason, to pull his boat along with the crane we had on deck and using a buoy as a grappling hook. For obvious reasons, he was refused, and he left. Time sorta skipped then, as I was in the kitchen at my house, making myself a sandwich and eating it while thinking about the Turian I'd hooked up with (or would hook up with - I seemed to be seeing into the future) and planning to go on another tour when the resulting baby was 2 years old, with the aim of impressing baby with impressive ab muscles when I got back. I didn't seem to be very smart in this dream.