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JennyB wrote:
16 Mar 2022, 11:41am
Dr. Medulla wrote:
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Well, revbob, I hope you're fucking happy: I had a shitty job in my dream last night. I was a script doctor for a very crappy tv show called Time Cops, which, duh, was about cops who travel around in time to solve mysteries. The twist, so to speak, was that they were all relatives of famous historical figures. One time cop was JFK's descendent and another looked just like Lincoln (including the hat and beard). The bulk of my dream was about trying to turn the time cops skulking around, pointing guns, on an abandoned farm into something not stupid, while hillbillies drove around in beat-up cars (I don't know if they were part of the cast or fucking up the shooting).
I'm not going to lie, I would totally watch this show. I know I have shit taste.
Only if the people speak in period accents/styles for their ancestor's time period. So the JFK guy talking like Mayor Quimby and the Lincoln guy talking old timey and both quoting speeches from their ancestors regularly.

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JennyB wrote:
16 Mar 2022, 11:41am
Dr. Medulla wrote:
16 Mar 2022, 7:38am
Well, revbob, I hope you're fucking happy: I had a shitty job in my dream last night. I was a script doctor for a very crappy tv show called Time Cops, which, duh, was about cops who travel around in time to solve mysteries. The twist, so to speak, was that they were all relatives of famous historical figures. One time cop was JFK's descendent and another looked just like Lincoln (including the hat and beard). The bulk of my dream was about trying to turn the time cops skulking around, pointing guns, on an abandoned farm into something not stupid, while hillbillies drove around in beat-up cars (I don't know if they were part of the cast or fucking up the shooting).
I'm not going to lie, I would totally watch this show. I know I have shit taste.
It was really bad. Dinner theatre in Boise-level bad.
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I dreamt I was in high schoolish going to play baseball for the first time in a few years. I didn't even sign up the coach's called me to tell me I was n the team and th first game was in a few hours. Afterwards I realized I didn't know where because the place I played as a kid is now occupied by McMansions. And I didn't drive and my parents were out of town. I got a ride from a guy who looks like a current coworker he knew where the field was. I finally got there as the game was starting but I forgot my glove and hat. I went to the dugout to observe. Nothing made sense there were too many people on the field and some were just sitting looking at their phones. At one point the game was stopped for health checks and to ensure everyone was hydrated. The games just sort of stopped and I wasnt sure I wanted to keep playing the rest of the season.

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I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:

In the first dream, I was at an outdoor flea market in a rural area. One of the sellers (a weird little old guy about 3 feet tall) had for sale what he claimed to be a fossilized horse’s head. For some reason, this intrigued me. As I was handling it and looking at it, it crumbled in my hands, and I realized it was just a fire-charred skull from a modern horse. The seller was very angry and demanded that I pay for it, but I refused to pay, as he was obviously full of shit. I continued to walk through the flea market, but I got the cold shoulder and dirty looks from every other seller I encountered, until I realized the place was entirely run by a bunch of creepy religious cultists. They had heard about my refusal to pay for the burnt horse skull and were becoming increasingly agitated, so I began looking for an escape route. Just then, a tornado passed nearby, and the resulting high winds threw the whole flea market into screaming chaos, enabling me to slip away.

In the final dream, I found myself working as a US Postal Service mail carrier, and it was my first day on the job. I had yet to be issued a uniform or proper mail bag, and for some reason, this meant that I had to deliver the mail in my underwear - white underpants, white undershirt and socks. I had a large grocery sack of mail to deliver. It was the middle of winter, near sundown, and it was lightly snowing - there was about a half inch of snow on the ground, though in the dream I wasn’t particularly cold. As I was leaving one of the houses on my route, I encountered the homeowner – a woman who had just pulled into her driveway. She asked what I was doing, and I awkwardly explained to her my predicament, while tastefully cupping my hands in front of my underpants. She was very understanding. Mercifully, I woke up before I had to finish the route. I attribute this dream to general postal anxiety, for which I blame Trump-appointed Postmaster General Louis DeJoy.
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Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:

In the first dream, I was at an outdoor flea market in a rural area. One of the sellers (a weird little old guy about 3 feet tall) had for sale what he claimed to be a fossilized horse’s head. For some reason, this intrigued me. As I was handling it and looking at it, it crumbled in my hands, and I realized it was just a fire-charred skull from a modern horse. The seller was very angry and demanded that I pay for it, but I refused to pay, as he was obviously full of shit. I continued to walk through the flea market, but I got the cold shoulder and dirty looks from every other seller I encountered, until I realized the place was entirely run by a bunch of creepy religious cultists. They had heard about my refusal to pay for the burnt horse skull and were becoming increasingly agitated, so I began looking for an escape route. Just then, a tornado passed nearby, and the resulting high winds threw the whole flea market into screaming chaos, enabling me to slip away.
Judge Wapner would say you still have to pay—you broke it. And that concludes the Case of the Buffalonian and the Horse Head.
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Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:18pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:

In the first dream, I was at an outdoor flea market in a rural area. One of the sellers (a weird little old guy about 3 feet tall) had for sale what he claimed to be a fossilized horse’s head. For some reason, this intrigued me. As I was handling it and looking at it, it crumbled in my hands, and I realized it was just a fire-charred skull from a modern horse. The seller was very angry and demanded that I pay for it, but I refused to pay, as he was obviously full of shit. I continued to walk through the flea market, but I got the cold shoulder and dirty looks from every other seller I encountered, until I realized the place was entirely run by a bunch of creepy religious cultists. They had heard about my refusal to pay for the burnt horse skull and were becoming increasingly agitated, so I began looking for an escape route. Just then, a tornado passed nearby, and the resulting high winds threw the whole flea market into screaming chaos, enabling me to slip away.
Judge Wapner would say you still have to pay—you broke it. And that concludes the Case of the Buffalonian and the Horse Head.
Crap. Well, lesson learned I guess. But I ain’t payin’ genuine fossilized horse head prices for a charred horse skull.
The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall. John has a long mustache. John has a long mustache.

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Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:
...
In the final dream, I found myself working as a US Postal Service mail carrier, and it was my first day on the job. I had yet to be issued a uniform or proper mail bag, and for some reason, this meant that I had to deliver the mail in my underwear - white underpants, white undershirt and socks. I had a large grocery sack of mail to deliver. It was the middle of winter, near sundown, and it was lightly snowing - there was about a half inch of snow on the ground, though in the dream I wasn’t particularly cold. As I was leaving one of the houses on my route, I encountered the homeowner – a woman who had just pulled into her driveway. She asked what I was doing, and I awkwardly explained to her my predicament, while tastefully cupping my hands in front of my underpants. She was very understanding. ...
Cue porn soundtrack...

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revbob wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:42pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:
...
In the final dream, I found myself working as a US Postal Service mail carrier, and it was my first day on the job. I had yet to be issued a uniform or proper mail bag, and for some reason, this meant that I had to deliver the mail in my underwear - white underpants, white undershirt and socks. I had a large grocery sack of mail to deliver. It was the middle of winter, near sundown, and it was lightly snowing - there was about a half inch of snow on the ground, though in the dream I wasn’t particularly cold. As I was leaving one of the houses on my route, I encountered the homeowner – a woman who had just pulled into her driveway. She asked what I was doing, and I awkwardly explained to her my predicament, while tastefully cupping my hands in front of my underpants. She was very understanding. ...
Cue porn soundtrack...
"Your mail’s in the bag, lady, but you’re gonna have to reach in and get it yourself." :shifty:
The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall. John has a long mustache. John has a long mustache.

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Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:47pm
revbob wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:42pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:
...
In the final dream, I found myself working as a US Postal Service mail carrier, and it was my first day on the job. I had yet to be issued a uniform or proper mail bag, and for some reason, this meant that I had to deliver the mail in my underwear - white underpants, white undershirt and socks. I had a large grocery sack of mail to deliver. It was the middle of winter, near sundown, and it was lightly snowing - there was about a half inch of snow on the ground, though in the dream I wasn’t particularly cold. As I was leaving one of the houses on my route, I encountered the homeowner – a woman who had just pulled into her driveway. She asked what I was doing, and I awkwardly explained to her my predicament, while tastefully cupping my hands in front of my underpants. She was very understanding. ...
Cue porn soundtrack...
"Your mail’s in the bag, lady, but you’re gonna have to reach in and get it yourself." :shifty:
More like "I got a package for you babe, marked special delivery. "

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Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:36pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:18pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:

In the first dream, I was at an outdoor flea market in a rural area. One of the sellers (a weird little old guy about 3 feet tall) had for sale what he claimed to be a fossilized horse’s head. For some reason, this intrigued me. As I was handling it and looking at it, it crumbled in my hands, and I realized it was just a fire-charred skull from a modern horse. The seller was very angry and demanded that I pay for it, but I refused to pay, as he was obviously full of shit. I continued to walk through the flea market, but I got the cold shoulder and dirty looks from every other seller I encountered, until I realized the place was entirely run by a bunch of creepy religious cultists. They had heard about my refusal to pay for the burnt horse skull and were becoming increasingly agitated, so I began looking for an escape route. Just then, a tornado passed nearby, and the resulting high winds threw the whole flea market into screaming chaos, enabling me to slip away.
Judge Wapner would say you still have to pay—you broke it. And that concludes the Case of the Buffalonian and the Horse Head.
Crap. Well, lesson learned I guess. But I ain’t payin’ genuine fossilized horse head prices for a charred horse skull.
Next time, dream an obscene bank account, too, so that there's no real hurt.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft

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Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:54pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:36pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:18pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:

In the first dream, I was at an outdoor flea market in a rural area. One of the sellers (a weird little old guy about 3 feet tall) had for sale what he claimed to be a fossilized horse’s head. For some reason, this intrigued me. As I was handling it and looking at it, it crumbled in my hands, and I realized it was just a fire-charred skull from a modern horse. The seller was very angry and demanded that I pay for it, but I refused to pay, as he was obviously full of shit. I continued to walk through the flea market, but I got the cold shoulder and dirty looks from every other seller I encountered, until I realized the place was entirely run by a bunch of creepy religious cultists. They had heard about my refusal to pay for the burnt horse skull and were becoming increasingly agitated, so I began looking for an escape route. Just then, a tornado passed nearby, and the resulting high winds threw the whole flea market into screaming chaos, enabling me to slip away.
Judge Wapner would say you still have to pay—you broke it. And that concludes the Case of the Buffalonian and the Horse Head.
Crap. Well, lesson learned I guess. But I ain’t payin’ genuine fossilized horse head prices for a charred horse skull.
Next time, dream an obscene bank account, too, so that there's no real hurt.
Sounds like good advice. Something tells me Dream Doc owns several charred horse skulls.
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Re: Thread of Dreams

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revbob wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:53pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:47pm
revbob wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:42pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:
...
In the final dream, I found myself working as a US Postal Service mail carrier, and it was my first day on the job. I had yet to be issued a uniform or proper mail bag, and for some reason, this meant that I had to deliver the mail in my underwear - white underpants, white undershirt and socks. I had a large grocery sack of mail to deliver. It was the middle of winter, near sundown, and it was lightly snowing - there was about a half inch of snow on the ground, though in the dream I wasn’t particularly cold. As I was leaving one of the houses on my route, I encountered the homeowner – a woman who had just pulled into her driveway. She asked what I was doing, and I awkwardly explained to her my predicament, while tastefully cupping my hands in front of my underpants. She was very understanding. ...
Cue porn soundtrack...
"Your mail’s in the bag, lady, but you’re gonna have to reach in and get it yourself." :shifty:
More like "I got a package for you babe, marked special delivery. "
You’re right. That would be a way classier production. :lol:
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Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 7:02pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:54pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:36pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:18pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 5:52pm
I managed to recall 2 dreams from last night:

In the first dream, I was at an outdoor flea market in a rural area. One of the sellers (a weird little old guy about 3 feet tall) had for sale what he claimed to be a fossilized horse’s head. For some reason, this intrigued me. As I was handling it and looking at it, it crumbled in my hands, and I realized it was just a fire-charred skull from a modern horse. The seller was very angry and demanded that I pay for it, but I refused to pay, as he was obviously full of shit. I continued to walk through the flea market, but I got the cold shoulder and dirty looks from every other seller I encountered, until I realized the place was entirely run by a bunch of creepy religious cultists. They had heard about my refusal to pay for the burnt horse skull and were becoming increasingly agitated, so I began looking for an escape route. Just then, a tornado passed nearby, and the resulting high winds threw the whole flea market into screaming chaos, enabling me to slip away.
Judge Wapner would say you still have to pay—you broke it. And that concludes the Case of the Buffalonian and the Horse Head.
Crap. Well, lesson learned I guess. But I ain’t payin’ genuine fossilized horse head prices for a charred horse skull.
Next time, dream an obscene bank account, too, so that there's no real hurt.
Sounds like good advice. Something tells me Dream Doc owns several charred horse skulls.
A gentleman, suh, does not brag.
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Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 7:27pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 7:02pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:54pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:36pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:18pm


Judge Wapner would say you still have to pay—you broke it. And that concludes the Case of the Buffalonian and the Horse Head.
Crap. Well, lesson learned I guess. But I ain’t payin’ genuine fossilized horse head prices for a charred horse skull.
Next time, dream an obscene bank account, too, so that there's no real hurt.
Sounds like good advice. Something tells me Dream Doc owns several charred horse skulls.
A gentleman, suh, does not brag.
Yeah but you're no gentleman so ...

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revbob wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 8:17pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 7:27pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 7:02pm
Dr. Medulla wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:54pm
Kimmelweck wrote:
24 Mar 2022, 6:36pm


Crap. Well, lesson learned I guess. But I ain’t payin’ genuine fossilized horse head prices for a charred horse skull.
Next time, dream an obscene bank account, too, so that there's no real hurt.
Sounds like good advice. Something tells me Dream Doc owns several charred horse skulls.
A gentleman, suh, does not brag.
Yeah but you're no gentleman so ...
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