I dreamt I was at your house, Notafraid and Euromeinke
 

Okay, so I had a sort of kooky dream last night. (I don't usually bore people with my dreams, but as this one involved a few of you here I figured I'd share.)

So, HTHBellcaptain and myself decide, quite on the spur of the moment, to leave the bitter east coast and go to Disneyland. But we are on a budget. EuroMeinke and NotAfraid offer a solution - they are going to be out of town, so they offer to let HTH and I house-sit in their absence and save on hotel expenses. (You guys are the best.)

Anyway, when we get there, we see that their home is nothing short of palacial, a mansion complete with grand staircase, a ballroom, and a very large swimming pool out back. (Probably tennis courts, a hedge maze, stables and a private zoo as well, but I didn't have time to look around.)

So, our hosts leave and HTH and I settle in, but I hear people in the back of the house, splashing around in the pool. I find a bunch of college -age spring breakers having a pool party, and I ask them if have permission ot be there.

"No, but we saw that they were gone, and we always come over here and party when they're not home," I am told by an especially laid back looking dude.

Anyhow, I get all huffy and upset at these gate crashers, and tell them that I am going to call the police, when suddenly, I notice that HTH is joining them in their revels, apparently keen on flirting with all the curvy babes. So, I am left looking like the bad guy.

Anyway, HTH has rented a car, and he takes all his new friends to Disneyland and leaves me behind, alone. While I am there, I discover, to my horror, that the upstairs part of the house is alive with rats, hundreds of them. And they are aggressive little suckers too. (The cats, of which I think there were about twenty, were not a bit pleased by this.) So, I arm myself with a broom and start shooing the rats away, but they swarm all over me, a la WILLARD. Just when things look really grim, Euromeinke comes back into the house.

"What the #@%^@ is going on here?!?" He cries, and then he takes out a metal cannister attached to a pump and hose and begins spraying the rats with vinegar. (Yeah, I know, it was a dream, okay?) The rats scatter, and then my host looks at me, eyes ablaze and shouts,"Didn't I tell you to spray the place with vinegar? I thought I made that VERY CLEAR! I can't trust you with anything!"

I felt terrible. Then I woke up.

Damn - now are secret is out

I don't even know where to start! That is one of the funniest things I've read in a while! There is so much wrongness contained in that dream it's beautiful!


WOW! Did I just read this or am I having a fever dream?

About the mansion? It's not out to me yet. I still see a smalish 1920's bungalow around me.

So damn funny!!!! :D :D :D

Here's the most unbelievable part:
I think even if the house were swarming with rats, € yelling is out of character. ;)

It gets stranger. When I woke up, I called Matterhorn Fan and told her about this dream, and get this. She had dreamt she was at EM and NA's house too! Spooooky!!!

That's quite a dream Flippy!

Hehe.So true.

Lol! Great dream report! Where were the kitties, though?;):p

She must've been in the pool with all of the other curvy babes.


So, does this mean you're coming over?

Yeah... I didn't know you guys had a pool!!!

Dream Interpretations by €
 

Okay now for the dream interpretation.



We’ll start with the present state of mind – as described as the environment you find yourself in. It’s a place that’s new to you, yet in some ways familiar – it’s convenient (i.e. free) and rather palatial, though it does have some things working against it, the rowdy neighbors, and of course the rats.



Now, in my brand of dream interpretation we read all the characters as aspects of yourself. So here in this place there is a certain HTH Bell captain part of you, that gets along particularly well with the hooligan gate crashers. Heck, that may even be the part of you that likes going to Disneyland so much. Of course there’s this other part of you that gets stuck being the bad guy, trying to be responsible – that of course is when the rats strike. Now the € part of yourself (which if NA is correct and we really are the same person can get a bit freaky) – comes to save the day, by of all things spraying vinegar (which of course is really spoiled wine) but admonishing you for not fully taking your responsibilities on.



So here’s the readers digest version on this. You’ve been taking on responsibilities lately that you’re not entirely comfortable with. That discomfort is making you have to act like a “bad person,” which is making it even harder for you to take on these responsibilities. You need to take a vacation. You, of course are welcome to stay at our palatial mansion – just watch for the vermine.
:cheers:

Wow, heavy.

I'll be there as soon as my bank account and time permits.

And I get to take the Curvy Babes to Disneyland. WooHoo!!!!

I think € needs to interpret all our dreams. Awesome job! :)

In my dream, all I can remember is arriving at NA and Sea Monkey's, not being greeted, and taking my stuff to the guest room. I let myself in and NoLongerPosting was sitting on the floor. A third guest's stuff was also there.

But I'd rather be a curvy babe and go to Disneyland with HTH.

HAHAHA!! This is fantastic!!

Dream interpretation by €!

As long as he doesn't start yelling at me about not using the vinegar like I was told...

I didn't hear any mention of the room full of leather. I know they must have one. Didn't you guys go down to the dungeon?

The leather room is invite only.

So I should not have mentoned it??? Darn. What does one need to do to get an invite?

My house is far more exciting in dream and fantasy. In reality, the dungeon only houses racoons.

Ahhh, nothing like laying on the floor, naked, covered in whip cream, with 20 cats licking it off... Oh wait, what were we talking about again?

To complete the weirdness picture: my 21-year-old STEPSON had a dream about NA and E last night...

He said it was probably triggered by finding the photo albums out (as I prepared to scan all the blackmail requested by them recently... :cool: ).

Anyway, he'd been flipping through the pages asking how old I was here, there, etc. ...when he got to a rather provocative pic of E and said who's THIS??? I explained it all...

The day ended, the evening ended, the night ended ...and he called me this morning whimpering about dreaming about MY wild younger years, and about people that he didn't even KNOW!!!

Heh. Revenge of the Elderly.

p.s. Chris, I can't for the life of me remember how to make a Euro symbol...Help!

I'm not Chris, but I know how. :)

PC: Alt-0128 (use your 10key)
Mac: cmd shift 2 (at least that's what it is on my old iMac at work)

OK. Did I just OD on cough syrup? I really have been taking the Nyquill capsuls as perscribed. But, WTF is GOING ON HERE? Liz, this isn't even the setp-son that we've met, right? And, what provocative pic of Chris? (Not that I don't have a ton of my own.) ;)

I already posted this one of him (in a corn dog thread of all places - there is a reason):


Oh, and remember this night? There's one of you and I together.




Tee hee hee. Blackmail indeed.

Yes I have a better one and I'm wearing green elf-ears in it.

OMG! I wish I could blackmail myself.

BTW, you look cute in that pic. Just MO. But I don't remember that night...too many fun nights...

Here's a photo of the two of you from that night of Magik and performance art:

Oh. My. Dog.

Your mom had to help me tape my boobs into that outfit...and the tape is showing!!!

Love the 80s eyeliner, too.

Wee-haw!!

Yeah, we both had the eye liner going. But I had crimped my hair!

I remember I thought you were so worldly and sophsticated to create and wear that dress.

to answer a WAY earlier question
 

I think on my mac it's something to the effect of shift + opt + 2.. Though I can't confirm that on this silly PC I'm ganking a connection with at school...

I have come to the conclusion that we throw the best imaginary parties. Welcome to our Dream home...

Your dream home has rats.

Good Lord - how many times do I have to remind you people about the vinegar? If you'd just get that right there's be no rat problem at all.

Man, I sewed for days to criss-cross me own paltry chest.

Never thought of meself worldly or sophisticated over it....wow how we don't see our own impact...and LOOK at that naturally pretty NA...then as now...See what I mean about not seeing ourselves right?? Sigh...

just forget I posted anyhthing legible or not it doesn't matter I'm sick.......

Yes, and how ever did these times become "wild?" - retrospection can be an odd if sometime enlightening thing.

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Lol, Erica!

Here's something on Cats and Rats

Can't.....stop.....laughing.... :birdy: