Weirdest...Dream...Ever...

I've had some bizarre dreams in my life but this one weirde me out. I shudder to think what it says about me.

In my dream I was shopping for a house and the real-estate agent had dropped me off to look around one. It still had a lot of boxes from the previous owner laying around. Feeling sneaky I took a peek into them. They were all completely full of gay wookiee porn. Chewbacca getting it on with other wookiee dudes. In the dream it seemed unusual but not that unusual.

The reason I was shopping for a new house was that I was the guitarist for U2. The Edge wasn't around anymore and I had no idea why he left the band. It was awkward for me because I am a guitarist but I'm nowhere near good enough to join U2 and I kept telling the other members I wasn't the right choice. They continually told me, "No, you're great. Don't worry."

They did their best to include me in everything. Adam Clayton dragged me out drinking with him and when we went to press conferences or public appearances I always went with them but the media ignored me because I was still basically a nobody. I didn't feel like I fit in, despite U2's best efforts.

Later I visited an old friend. Things were a little weird between us because I was a big star now and I could tell there was something he was dying to ask me. Finally we had this conversation.

Him: "So... What happened to The Edge?"
Me: "I think he died."
Him: "Did you kill him?"
Me: "No, I think he just...died."
A long pause.
Him: "Did he die from seeing gay wookiee porn?"

At this point I literally woke up laughing my head off.

I had a dream once that I was a pregnant hooker who could fly on the run from a street gang my pimp had sent after me.

LMAO!

That was sooooooo funny

too funny! this made me laugh out loud as well...

i've had dreams that i woke up laughing from as well, i don't remember the dreams, but i know it was definitely different than yours, Julian.



ps- i was going to try to psycho-analyze this.. but decided my brain isn't quite at that speed right now. i tend not to think too deeply when i'm on the lap-top..

Excuse me, but I've been looking at gay Wookie porn for years, and it's never done me a bit of harm! I just wanted to post a disclaimer to let everyon...

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You want to have normal sex with U2 but you dont think you are good enough so you want to have gay wookie sex with them instead?

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Mine are far, far less interesting. They usually involve either travelling through various means between home (which keeps changing shape) and another area of the estate via a large natural hill in the road that exists, long train journeys with unusual stops every 2 minutes and a bit of jumping around the tracks, or moving up and down a very high building using the lifts and often trying to find or catch up with somebody.

If I believed in all that paranormal crap, I'd probably be freaked out by whatever all the travelling means

I had a dream I was storming normandy
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I got shot

Another weird dream. I was a member of a special unit of the FBI. What made us special? We were all zombies. We had an undercover mission to infiltrate an organized crime family and eliminate the mob boss (my specific assignment). Found out the top guy was Elvis Presley, who had faked his death. There was a big shoot out scene. We killed all the criminals. Course we didn't lose anyone, we were already dead. Final scene; all of us zombies, full of bulletholes and covered in blood, broke into a song and dance number. Couldn't tell where the orchestral music was coming from tho.

mmmmmmmmmmmm wookie pron

In hell, avoiding getting stepped on by dancing Giants made out of steel bricks. Christina Aguilera rushes out of nowhere in a red dress - right up me - and tells me, "These giants are made out of steel bricks that cost two dollars and fifty cents each. Welcome to hell." I then get on my knees, reach out and start spreading butter on her dress.

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