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| Dream: My Dog Died | Oct 6, 09 @ 9:00am |
| This dream was fucking shit. I hate dreams like this.
It was really short and straight to the point. The death of my beautiful dog, Indi. She's a gorgeous German Shepherd and she's getting old now... 10 years old to be exact. They say the life expectancy for German Shepherds is only 10-12 years, so I guess it's on my mind alot. Anyway, the dream... I dreamed that I walked in the laundry where she sleeps of a night time (we have a doggy door for her) and found her laying there in an awkward position. I fell to my knees and started pushing her, trying to wake her up I guess, but she didn't move. I starting crying and carrying on, then I heard my mums car pull up out the front. I didn't want my mum to see her the way she was, so I started to quickly position her in a more pleasant way - straightened her legs out, closed her eyes, stuck her tongue back in the mouth, etc. Then the dream just skipped straight to me sitting in my room watching a heaps of home videos of her and having a cry... ...then coincidentally enough, I woke up from her barking... which I didn't mind this time! Hahaha. Very shit dream =( |
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current mood: Sneezy current music: World's Child - Dreamtale |
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| Dream: Vomitfest | Oct 1, 09 @ 8:30am |
| Well anyway, I was having a dream last night where my girlfriend, Sophie was really sick and vomiting. It started on her front yard, on the grass, then made its way inside to the toilet. I was holding her hair up and rubbing her back. I asked several times if she'd like to go to the hospital, 'cos I knew this was no ordinary drunken spew... something was actually wrong.
So, it went on to her spewing more than humanly possible and me begging her to let me take her to the hospital... ...then all of a sudden, I was ripped out of sleep with a mouth full of vomit. I dove out of bed and took off outside and spewed everywhere, it was fucken brutal. Pretty weird. I called her up this morning to see if she was sick last night, but she wasn't (which is good), you'd think if I needed to vomit in real life that I'd dream about myself spewing. |
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current mood: Wide awake current music: The Heart Collector - Nevermore |
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| Dream: Death of Zakk Wylde | Sep 29, 09 @ 9:46am |
| This dream seemed as real as they come.
I dreamed that I woke up in the morning, same as any other morning and jumped on the net to check DS, hotmail and a few other sites. I decided to have a look at the Black Label Society site, just check on Zakk's health (he's actually sick in real life, with blood clots forming all over his body).... When I opened the page, all I could see was "ZAKK WYDLE DIES OF A STROKE", I started getting worried, so I called a few friends up and they confirmed it. I was upset for ages, just browsing different news websites and reading all the articles on his death, just like I did when Dimebag died... then later on I called a friend and starting planning a remembrance party... Then I woke up... Then I checked the BLS site... And he's not dead haha Crazy dream. |
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current mood: Neutral current music: Stoned and Drunk - Black Label Society |
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| Dream: Louisiana Swamp Party & Poisonous Bugs | Sep 26, 09 @ 6:08am |
| Last night I dreamed that I was Louisiana, USA... deep within the swamps having a Budweiser and Pork Gumbo party with my friends and some local hicks. It was during the weekend of Mardi Gras and for some reason we decided that we should celebrate it away from New Orleans.
Anyway, the night went on and we were all getting tanked up on booze and Gumbo, until all of a sudden, one of my mates, Nathan, gets bitten by this tiny black bug, about the size of a pinhead. About 5 minutes later, he falls over and starts vomiting everywhere. The locals starting going on about how it was some Louisiana Hoodoo curse that some blacks left back in the late 1800's, just before being hung and that anyone bitten by one of those bugs would probably die. After they finished their story we looked back at Nathan and he was dead. I looked at my arm and I had one on me... then I woke up. Crazy dream lol. |
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current mood: Annoyed/tired current music: Come on in My Kitchen - Robert Johnson |
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| Dream: Metallica and Doom | Sep 20, 09 @ 10:30am |
| Alright, I've decided to use this blog to record my dreams that I have. I hate having an awesome dream and never remembering it. Plus I don't use this blog for anything else, so fuck it.
Dream 1 for the morning of the 20th of Sept; I dreamed that someone turned the original 1993 version of Doom (the game) into virtual reality and I was the first to test it out. I remember it being pretty awesome, minus the shitty graphics. Dream 2, in the same morning; I was at work (I work at a supermarket) and after the shift had finished the boss came over and told us that he had a surprise in the staff room. So, naturally we all followed him in. Then Metallica appeared out of nowhere. No one there but me knew who they were, so I ran up and started shaking their hands etc (got a hug from all of them except Lars haha). They all commented on my 2 Metallica tattoos on my right arm... it was the best they've seen.... apparently and Rob the bass player picked me and started squeezing me, which was weird. Anyway, I went and got a marker so they could all sign my arm, which I had planned to get tattooed later that night. Then the fucken dog started barking and woke me up. As usual. |
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current mood: Okay current music: Easy - Faith No More |
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