Last night I dreamt that we'd had a Siege Prowl reveal. It was a bit odd though. There was a deluxe robot/policy looking car, but then he had some add on bits that turned him into, of all things, no not an owl, but a digger. A large Scavenger style digger, in black and white.
I think I need some Prowl pics soon, Big Phil, I'm cracking up...
I was the one who let you know, I was your sorry ever after, '84, '85. Give me new toys and I'll decide, but I'm really only after, '84, '85.
The lesson I have learned is: do not listen to radio episodes of Vincent Price's horror show just before bed. I had the most disturbing dream which has stayed with me all day!!!
I dreamed there was an unknown serial killer who was stalking celebrities and doing them in, but the twist was that they were people who were already dead and had been for quite some time. Time travel was possibly involved. Members of the public kept finding the dead celebrities' faces on top of their toilet cisterns! The faces looked just like the faces in the Doctor Who story 'Silence in the Library' so were all white and just sitting there. No blood or gore. In the dream, I found Paul Daniel's face in my toilet!!!
The environmentalist Chris Packham was taking to the radio airwaves to say that he was not afraid and he would stand up to the serial killer. He gave public addresses that people would stop and listen to in botanic gardens.
I was being chased up a long black and white staircase by SOMETHING when I woke up.
I've only seen one photo of him on the forum, and he didn't look like that. He looked rather... medically unwell, and was chain-smoking which I found unpleasant.
We had a nice chat though, mainly about Prussia. There were lots of books. All about Prussia.
Usually I always know that I'm dreaming in a dream, if you know what I mean. And I quickly realised in this one. However, for a short time at least, IT FELT REAL.
You really need to give up smoking, Pins.
That is so weird, because last night I dreamt I met Shockprowl!
No, no I didn't. But that would have been ace wouldn't it?
For the record I do not smoke! If I did, I'd give up straight away. What's a packet of cigarettes now? £7? £8? I would *not* be able to do that knowing for the price of a couple of packets I could have a new deluxe. THAT's my expensive addiction.
Coo... who do you think I am, Shockers? George Smiley?
Last night I dreamt I was in THE CAVERN, which was a cave which doubled as a pub in the lower level of a shopping centre (which looked like the one in Glenrothes). I was having a pint of cider with some folk until I decided to go into the shopping centre for something. I got lost and heard that Andu was angry about the cider back in THE CAVERN. I tried to get back but got lost up the top of a hill. I looked over the edge to the right down below and saw M belting out hymns outside some kind of entrance. I thought he was singing the way to THE CAVERN for me so I ran down the hill towards the sound but it turned out that he had been outside a junk shop which lacked a door. M had vanished. I then went looking for THE CAVERN again inside the shopping centre...but it was gone!
I then needed to pee and woke up when I went to the shopping centre loo.
I have absolutely loads of strange dreams (most of which too weird and psychological to reveal) but this one I had last night, I feel is worth sharing for its absurdity.
I was on a big business estate in a neighbouring town in the middle of the night, trying desperately to run home to my daughters and ex wife (as though we were still together). I was running on the actual roads, for some reason cradling my G1 Scorponok toy whose waist swivel felt like it was about to give way and break at any moment. Absolutely massive, heavy, armoured trucks sped past me, making roundabouts very hard to navigate. It was very busy and windy but at the same time felt very dark and lonely. All the time I was thinking I just shouldn't be there.
Absolutely strange eh? G1 Scorponok doesn't have a waist swivel. Preposterous!
Post by Grand Moff Muffin on May 17, 2020 5:44:59 GMT
That lamb biryani gave me weird dreams, one of which was that a police escort was coming to drive me to a secret launch site on land owned by Barack Obama where I would be on the crew of a space mission lasting a few days, and we were about to be launched on a Saturn V rocket, and I was scared something would go wrong and wanted to back out of it, even though I'd done it a few times before. The most disturbing thing was I partially woke up and thought, 'This is actually a dream, isn't it? I'm not really going into space,' and then checked and found that no, it wasn't a dream and I really was going into space. But I kept searching my memory for evidence that it was a dream, and then finally remembered stuff about real life, and was quite relieved, and by that point I was fully awake.