Comments on: I Have Shit Dreams http://blog.disappointment.com/archives/41 If Only I Updated More Often, This Might Not Be Shit Fri, 25 Jul 2008 08:55:08 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: Another Little Disappointment » I Just Had The Best Dream http://blog.disappointment.com/archives/41#comment-19501 Another Little Disappointment » I Just Had The Best Dream Wed, 23 Jan 2008 12:18:24 +0000 http://www.disappointment.com/wordpress/?p=41#comment-19501 [...] It’s something I’m completely guilty of myself, but at least I waited until I’d ha.... Yeah, well that’s all very well, but I JUST HAD THE BEST DREAM and I’m going to tell you about it so FUCK YOU. [...] [...] It’s something I’m completely guilty of myself, but at least I waited until I’d ha…. Yeah, well that’s all very well, but I JUST HAD THE BEST DREAM and I’m going to tell you about it so FUCK YOU. [...]

]]> By: trilobite http://blog.disappointment.com/archives/41#comment-67 trilobite Wed, 14 Sep 2005 21:29:45 +0000 http://www.disappointment.com/wordpress/?p=41#comment-67 i often dream that i am sharing a picnic with my boss at work. It's a sumptuous day, birds, leaves clouds etc. we both contribute to the picnic, and my contributions are, without fail, SLIGHTLY better than his. HIs bread is a little stale, mine is as crusty as a new-born mother. My sausage rolls are freshly baked, his pate is somewhat 'obvious'. my bordeaux is 'heroic' and 'emphatic', his is 'tinged with regret' and 'geographically offensive'. I then have a dream that i tell him about this dream. He chuckles knowingly, and at this point i become confused. But then i have a dream that i tell him that i've told him about this dream, and at this point i become so overwhelmed with confuddlement that i fall over. In real life. From my [naturally] horizontal sleeping position. the morale of this story, perhaps slightly bizarrely, is to keep your head still, a high elbow, a straight bat with subsequent follow through, and we want to see that maker's name. i often dream that i am sharing a picnic with my boss at work. It’s a sumptuous day, birds, leaves clouds etc. we both contribute to the picnic, and my contributions are, without fail, SLIGHTLY better than his. HIs bread is a little stale, mine is as crusty as a new-born mother. My sausage rolls are freshly baked, his pate is somewhat ‘obvious’. my bordeaux is ‘heroic’ and ‘emphatic’, his is ‘tinged with regret’ and ‘geographically offensive’.

I then have a dream that i tell him about this dream. He chuckles knowingly, and at this point i become confused. But then i have a dream that i tell him that i’ve told him about this dream, and at this point i become so overwhelmed with confuddlement that i fall over. In real life. From my [naturally] horizontal sleeping position.

the morale of this story, perhaps slightly bizarrely, is to keep your head still, a high elbow, a straight bat with subsequent follow through, and we want to see that maker’s name.

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