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Clod, maybe I was just swayed by the Eddie Murphy reference... but you may have the makings of a film treatment there! (I'm thinking an ensemble cast a la Ocean's 11... lookout gets together a group of people to pull off the scam.)

A barber shop run by Eddie Murphey sounds fun fobble!

I dreamt that I was at work and checking the cellar. I clicked a link someone had posted and it was porn! I couldn't stop it either, I had to watch it through. After it gone done I closed that window, I was so relieved no one noticed the porn I was watching. I came back to the cellar and clicked the link in the next post. It was porn again! I was so embarrassed, and worried one of my cow orkers would notice, not only that this time did I know I was gonna get caught but also that the company checked the employees browsing history.

Last night I dreamed that I was eating sushi with Steve Dallas and his son, a la this picture.
His son had a barbed wire tattoo round his wrist. I said to Sleeve, "Wow, that's... unusual... in a child..." To which he replied that his son wanted to add another loop for every year of his life, but had agreed to stop at three for now.

Nice.

Don't give him any ideas.

RK was in my dream last night. I only remembered when reading the Creationism thread.
I can't remember much about it - I think it was all tied up with an advert I saw for a job supporting a man in a wheelchair.

Then again, Angelina Jolie was in my dream the night before - I was being really snotty with her because she hadn't invited me out for birthday drinks until the morning of the same day (we worked together). I'm pretty sure that came from the women with 14 children thread.

Even when I don't dream of the Cellar, it influences my early morning dreams.

I don't remember much about my dream except some cellarites (LJ is the only one I remember) and I were tryin to help Sundae Girl, or were getting her outta trouble. Thats all.

I like that dream!

I dreamt that I was hung-over and desperate. I went to an industrial doc (a chick I was sorta sure was gay - wonder if that means I am gay?) and she wanted me to drink two bottles of finger nail polish and eat a tube of lipstick, and take some "gold pills" and wouldn't give me any good drugs. i was bereft. I cried but couldn't bring any tears to my eyes and I thought, "They will think I'm a serial killer because I'm crying without tears!" and so I smushed her face up between my thumb and other four fingers the way your annoying and fat auntie did your face when you were little, and told her I was gonna get her for this. She said, "You're just trying to get out of work," and I told her I didn't work SUNDAYS and I went to clean out my locker coz I knew i was gonna get fired for the face-smushing thing anyway.

don't eat pop-tarts before going to bed.

eta: I also blame wolf for this dream and she knows why.

That's weird, Bri.
I scooted over this morning to bring you my dream from last night, only to find yours top of the New Posts.

I had a drinking dream too, but mine only ever feature me getting drunk and the bad effects. The psychiatrist says this is a Good Thing, but waking up feeling guilty, and mortified, and worthless does not figure in my head as a Good Thing.

Last night started at a party. An awards ceremony I think. I got really, really drunk, and slept through it. But beforehand I managed to cause some sort of kerfuffle, and the whole evening had to be abandoned halfway through because of it. Although I was only indirectly involved, I copped the blame from family and friends because I was drunk and shouldn't have been.

Then I was at my parents', talking to the leftover people from the party, which included Steve, my ex-HM. He was very drunk too, but I could tell he was angry I was drunk and spoiling for a fight. I decided to stop drinking (carefully stashing my tramp juice away so I could start again later) and go and look for a bed.

The dream changed, and my whole family were packing to go to America - we were emigrating. At some point it turned out that we were going for three months (this was from Katie & Peter: Stateside, which I watched just before bed). I did sleep, but when I woke up I realised I hadn't helped anyone at all, I'd got drunk when I wasn't allowed to and I should really be in the doghouse. So I slunk up to Mum, suitably hangdog and asked, "Am I still coming to America?" and she smiled and said yes, a shining moment in a self-flagellating dream.

For some reason I was left behing (deliberately) to follow on later. None of the lights seemed to work any more, and I couldn't work out whether it was 11.23 or 23.23 and felt so horribly lonley. They were going to Idaho, which I identified as being home to LabRat and close to Monster and Bruce. Ah well.

The dream then included the Cellar proper, as well as involving me in a very dark film/ story/ performance piece where I killed two fellow campers at a festival for their drugs. But along with this, I was reading the Cellar posts I'd written when I was drunk. I was trying to work out how I could admit my drunkeness without being castigated, but I knew I had to say something because the posts were all over the place. I'd written the names of people I don't really like, I'd included some real life details like my National Insurance number, I'd made extensive use of footnotes... They were obviously not me as nature intended!

Anyway, the relief is kicking in now. I am 3 weeks and two days sober. My family are not angry with me. I did not go to the Algarve and ruin my sister's relationship with her ex when I was in my 20s. And I have nothing to explain here.

Phew.

FWIW, I've had many, many drinking dreams. they seem to come out when we're getting sober and I am told it IS indeed "a good thing" - a purge. Instead of feeling bad about them, I usually wake up and think, "OMG! Thank heavens I didn't really drink and do all that stuff and am NOT hungover right now!"

When I got sober I had all kinds of drinking and using dreams. When it first happened, a guy who had been sober a few years told me to enjoy them, since it was the only way I would high again. :D

I am up at this unholy hour because I dreamt I was smoking crack (which I've never done) with :drumroll:


Madonna!

It quickly changed, though, as Madonna took off with her three neglected children and I was left with her hangers-on. We all were smoking crack and living in filth (real filth; I recall it with in-color clarity) with some bikers but one biker girl had turned narc and I knew about it. I was trying to smoke crack but NOT get on this narc-girl's bad side, trying to figure out how I could get high while finding out the code she was going to use to signal the police. Was so disturbing I woke up and now I'm afraid to go back to sleep.

I want my ambien!

eta: Yes, Madonna WAS a big jerk.

I had a good one the night before last (when I got a decent amount of sleep). An alien - female, blonde, prettry - was manipulating time in order to accrue interest and tinker with the stock market. In fact she was responsible for the current global financial crisis.

We humans just assumed time would sometimes speed up/ slow down/ or we had deja vu. The Doctor knew it was all wrong however and he used a global piece of technology to prove it and confront her. EBay! She confessed and he sent her packing. I still lost that pair of sparkly pink wedges though.

Oh! What a great dream! I am so jealous.I never get to dream about The Doctor ....never!