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Post by Animae on Jun 9, 2007 18:55:57 GMT
lol, thats good.
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Post by Ally on Jun 10, 2007 19:47:52 GMT
I had a pretty random dream last night. I was part of some Scooby Gang-style group and we had to stop this random blonde woman in a gold mask destroying the world, but before I could track her down I had to go and get my lunch from the uni cafe, so I went and got a bowl of salad, poured tea over it and then followed the woman while eating it...
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Post by stokerino on Jun 10, 2007 21:14:33 GMT
My brain must have been thinking of Hott Fuzz, because my dream last night took place in some rural village and included an inordinate amount of firepower.
Luckily, when we ran out of ammunition, Stone Cold Steve Austin was on hand with a small metal pipe, which for some reason was infinitely more effective.
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Post by Animae on Jun 11, 2007 5:12:57 GMT
I'm sure your no slouch with a small pipe either.
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Post by stokerino on Jun 11, 2007 7:37:27 GMT
If that was supposed to mean what I think it did: lame.
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Post by Emily on Jun 11, 2007 11:05:31 GMT
I think she meant you could beat people with a pipe Tim...
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Post by stokerino on Jun 11, 2007 12:06:38 GMT
What, when I had apparently failed with a double-barrelled shotgun not moments earlier? I doubt it.
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Post by Animae on Jun 12, 2007 1:00:22 GMT
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Post by Ally on Jun 12, 2007 19:53:16 GMT
I dunno, hurting someone with a pipe takes less training than a shotgun...
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Post by Lu on Jun 12, 2007 20:14:28 GMT
i guess its all about range. close up its anyones game but far away you either need training for the shotgun or a really good chucking arm for the pipe
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Post by stokerino on Jun 12, 2007 22:31:26 GMT
Given that a shotgun - particularly of the sawn-off variety - is about the least accurate non-automatic type of gun I can think of, I don't know whether that makes it harder (because you'll miss) or easier (because if you point it in the vague direction it'll probably hit something) to use.
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Post by Ally on Jun 13, 2007 14:18:11 GMT
I suppose in dreams, you can have a sort of Matrix-like knowledge of how to use things...but in real life, I'd go for the pipe (and if they were far away, I should hide in my castle and taunt zem!)
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Post by Animae on Jun 13, 2007 20:33:49 GMT
lol
French are you?
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Post by Ally on Jun 14, 2007 15:40:02 GMT
Oui cherie, and you are the killer bunny of DOOOOM! (it said so on your Myspace)
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Post by Animae on Jun 14, 2007 20:34:17 GMT
damm straight I am
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Post by Ally on Jul 5, 2007 15:59:48 GMT
Last night I had one of my most random dreams ever...any interpretations would be welcome.
I dreamt I'd been on a really good date with Robin, and I was walking back along a river with a really big smile on my face. Four guys jogged past, and one of them saw me smiling and asked why, and we began to banter a bit. Unfortunately, he interpreted this as flirting with me, and began to follow me around.
I kept trying to get away from him, first politely, and then bluntly, and he didn't take the hint at all. In the end, I went to the deli where I used to work (which for some reason had been moved to a farmhouse and there were loads more people working there) and whispered to some random girl who I knew in my dream but who doesn't really exist "HELP ME!"
The girl immediately pulled out a flyer and said "Oh look Ally, you can go on the life-drawing class, there are two more places!" I was a bit cross with her because the boy took this as meaning we could both go on the life drawing class, but then the girl grabbed another random girl and said "But she's going too, so there aren't any more places."
By this time, I think the boy had got the hint, because he was looking very cross as I went inside. I then hid under someone's raincoat under a long table (where lots of people were sitting, I think they were eating their dinner) so he couldn't see me through any of the windows, although this didn't work because he soon found me. He then proceeded to grab random passers-by and bash them against the windows, and threatened to carry on doing this till I came out.
Suddenly, the ring Robin gave me for my birthday broke, and I went forward about ten years and was married to a guy who I think may have been the weird psycho boy, except he kept insisting that he wasn't. He was horrible and abusive but in a really quiet way - nothing happened in the dream but I knew if I did anything he'd beat the crap out of me when I got home. We were having dinner with my parents, and they knew this too because everyone was being very careful not to upset him.
My brain is weird...
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Post by Emily on Jul 9, 2007 19:32:37 GMT
Ally for once I can safely say that I have NO idea what that was all about...
I played too much tomb raider and spent all night dreaming about it...
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Post by Ally on Jul 9, 2007 22:15:01 GMT
Lara Brady!
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Post by Animae on Jul 11, 2007 21:34:55 GMT
I was dreaming about robbie last night, and then he called me.
at three am.
When I had to work at 6 am.
yeah.
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Post by Ally on Jul 12, 2007 8:47:29 GMT
Silly boy. Make him grovel
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