I dreamed I came upon someone's cookie stash and I behaved oh so badly...

 PoundPuppy wrote: 
HURRY UP AND GET BETTER!

Mucinex and Nyquil induced dreams last night... odd to say the least and I can't remember enough of them to even form a complete sentence

 ScottFromWyoming wrote: 

 ScottFromWyoming wrote: 
 Now there's an expression I've never heard before.

I didn't dream about snow last night, but the 2 previous nights I did. Lots of snow. What's weird is that we have been getting unseasonably warm temperatures most of October. Especially since this past Monday. Record-breaking highs the last 2 days and possibly again today.

 Red_Dragon wrote: 
I don't want these brain-movies. I have enough weird shit going on already

 ScottFromWyoming wrote: 
Try some 'shrooms next.

I never remember my dreams, or even that I did dream... but the last two nights, I've taken some melatonin and a hot shower and holy crap. My brain has a higher capacity for weird than even I would have thought. Also, it enjoys tormenting me over my fear of heights. Stupid brains.

 lily34 wrote: 
Sandwich?

 lily34 wrote: 

 Antigone wrote: 
but what kind of sandwich????

Ryan Reynolds was making a sandwich for me.

 SeriousLee wrote: 
  

 PoundPuppy wrote: 
I momentarily stopped reading at that point because i thought, "Hey, wait a sec. I thought you were scared of her?"

.......

I was walking past a doorway wearing a winter coat. Suddenly the weight of the coat was pulling me thru the doorway. Once inside I realized that it was not the weight of the coat pulling me but a Got Damn zombie.  With the help of my buddy Tom I was able to fight off the zombie and after banging her ( it was a girl zombie ) head on the floor we put her in a bathtub and got the heck out of there.
Oddly I don't watch zombie movies or TV shows. No clue how one got in my dream

The FromWyomings were running this kickass breakfast taco place somewhere here in Texas.  I asked Justine if she made the tortillas as well and she said "No way - check out the shop two doors down!  Those lovely Mexican ladies make them all by hand, so we buy them fresh from them!"  So I walked to the tortilla store and, sure enough, I could see four or five women in there, rocking and rolling, cranking out the flour tortillas!

The End.

A long dream, that I don't remember, but the last thing I said (right before the alarm went off) was: "I always end up with the writey guys."

"Young is sick. Old is young."

It's what this old lady told me.

 SeriousLee wrote: