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Larry
Sunday 26/6/05 16:51
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Very cool!
A guy I was at boarding school with had a similar experience: in his dream, he also returned to his room and found that it was no longer his room - everything had disappeared from it: the bed, the furniture, the posters on the wall - it was totally empty. Unsure what to do he went for a walk and found his "room" free-standing in the middle of the school grounds:his bed and bedside-table and desk and bookshelves and everything else were all arranged on the grass exactly as they had been in his room.
Unfortunately when he pinched himself to wake himself up, he found that it wasn't a dream after all, he'd been awake all along!
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Rob
Sunday 26/6/05 23:53
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Well [gasp] I do declare, that is a weirder dream than man ever was meant to dream.
I think it was in 93 that I had a very strange dream in which - for reasons were never entirely clear - I was driving a double decker bus full of grizzly bears across the U.S. Occaisionally along the way I'd run put of money, at which point I'd have to sell one of the bears to fur traders. It was all very traumatic.
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Squander Two
Monday 27/6/05 11:08
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You know, the really weird thing is that, as denizens of St Andrews will know, The Scores doesn't even have white lines down its centre.
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David
Monday 27/6/05 13:14
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I had a dream the other night that was odder than most. 2 highlights were having a bulldog gently bite me in the arse to get me to leave a really posh building (by gently I mean there was menace there that it *meant* to be gentle) (and also the posh building was actually on the roof of my house) and the other was standing in a dome at some military-style tech demonstration where there was a bit about this guy who was getting back in a helicopter for the first time in a miraculous recovery from an accident which left him blind. Everyone was cheering as the helicopter lifted gracefully into the air then immediately landed rotor-first into the ground.
I woke up at that point to find myself lying in a sleeping bag on three sofa cushions at the foot of my own bed with my wife asking me what the hell I was doing. I get up and hit my head on the table I was actually sleeping under (on sofa cushions). I wasn't at home - I was sleeping on someone else's floor but I mustn't have woken up when I tried to get up. I was really confused.
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