The Extreme Dreams Thread

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My dream last night:

I'm watching a movie starring John Travolta or Tom Cruise as a reluctant baseball star, on loan from the pros to a small teaching hospital and/or advertising agency where all of the offices and classrooms are in a dimly lit basement. I think I work here, but I can't find my office; only I am aware that the agency will soon go out of business. The others are convinced that I'm just slacking because I have a "bad attitude."

It's an awful movie, and I hate horror films. It livens up when some of the athletes discover that they can morph into intelligent rubber balls, which does wonders for the dull baseball game. Travolta is angry because he or Tom Cruise didn't want to make this movie anyway, and it's clearly doomed to failure. He feels more optimistic when John Malkovich arrives because now we all know we're in a sequel to "Being John Malkovich." Only it's not a comedy, it's a horror film. Cameron Diaz and Malkovich are in love and Travolta murders Malkovich with an iron bar. I'm glad the action takes place off camera, in the attic of a Gothic mansion, because I hate movies with brutal violence. Cameron Diaz finds Malkovich's body and her husband (Travolta) stabs her and leaves. She's still alive. Malkovich returns from the dead as a murderous zombie. He and Cameron Diaz embrace and he promises that they'll be together forever as soon as she dies.

He vows revenge against Travolta.

I can see Travolta watching through the window of a tower room that faces this one. I throw a bottle at him and shatter the window.

 

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You ate that Australian pizza, didn't you?

 

[CharleyH]

My dream last night:

I'm watching a movie starring John Travolta or Tom Cruise as a reluctant baseball star, on loan from the pros to a small teaching hospital and/or advertising agency where all of the offices and classrooms are in a dimly lit basement. I think I work here, but I can't find my office; only I am aware that the agency will soon go out of business. The others are convinced that I'm just slacking because I have a "bad attitude."

It's an awful movie, and I hate horror films. It livens up when some of the athletes discover that they can morph into intelligent rubber balls, which does wonders for the dull baseball game. Travolta is angry because he or Tom Cruise didn't want to make this movie anyway, and it's clearly doomed to failure. He feels more optimistic when John Malkovich arrives because now we all know we're in a sequel to "Being John Malkovich." Only it's not a comedy, it's a horror film. Cameron Diaz and Malkovich are in love and Travolta murders Malkovich with an iron bar. I'm glad the action takes place off camera, in the attic of a Gothic mansion, because I hate movies with brutal violence. Cameron Diaz finds Malkovich's body and her husband (Travolta) stabs her and leaves. She's still alive. Malkovich returns from the dead as a murderous zombie. He and Cameron Diaz embrace and he promises that they'll be together forever as soon as she dies.

He vows revenge against Travolta.

I can see Travolta watching through the window of a tower room that faces this one. I throw a bottle at him and shatter the window.

Had a similar dream the other night, only I was in the Mission Impossible flick, in a hotel room having sex with Linda Evangelista and the one looking through the window wasn't Travolta. It was Pop? I should have written it down, damn it.

 

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Had a similar dream the other night, only I was in the Mission Impossible flick, in a hotel room having sex with Linda Evangelista and the one looking through the window wasn't Travolta. It was Pop? I should have written it down, damn it.

I don't think that was a dream sweets........lol.

 

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You ate that Australian pizza, didn't you?

Would have, but their delivery service is slow as Christmas. I just got an update via text messaging. The plane is still over the Pacific.

 

[SnoopDog]

My dream last night:

I'm watching a movie starring John Travolta or Tom Cruise as a reluctant baseball star, on loan from the pros to a small teaching hospital and/or advertising agency where all of the offices and classrooms are in a dimly lit basement. I think I work here, but I can't find my office; only I am aware that the agency will soon go out of business. The others are convinced that I'm just slacking because I have a "bad attitude."

It's an awful movie, and I hate horror films. It livens up when some of the athletes discover that they can morph into intelligent rubber balls, which does wonders for the dull baseball game. Travolta is angry because he or Tom Cruise didn't want to make this movie anyway, and it's clearly doomed to failure. He feels more optimistic when John Malkovich arrives because now we all know we're in a sequel to "Being John Malkovich." Only it's not a comedy, it's a horror film. Cameron Diaz and Malkovich are in love and Travolta murders Malkovich with an iron bar. I'm glad the action takes place off camera, in the attic of a Gothic mansion, because I hate movies with brutal violence. Cameron Diaz finds Malkovich's body and her husband (Travolta) stabs her and leaves. She's still alive. Malkovich returns from the dead as a murderous zombie. He and Cameron Diaz embrace and he promises that they'll be together forever as soon as she dies.

He vows revenge against Travolta.

I can see Travolta watching through the window of a tower room that faces this one. I throw a bottle at him and shatter the window.

I just thought of the most cool screenplay.
It could involve actors like let's say.....Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, John Travolta and maybe John Malkovich.

Snoopy

 

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I just thought of the most cool screenplay.
It could involve actors like let's say.....Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, John Travolta and maybe John Malkovich.

Snoopy

You could call it "Being Tom Travolta." No one would see it, but you could call it that.

 

[Lisa Denton]

You ate that Australian pizza, didn't you?

Well, the fortune cookie did say "That wasn't chicken."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

There’ve been all sorts of weird dreams floating around here too lately.

Night before last I dreamt I was having ice cream with Ronald and Nancy Reagan and we were all jammed into a high-backed wooden booth in an ice cream parlor. Ron was dressed in a British public school boy's uniform and he looked like Peewee Herman, and I knew that was because of his Altzheimer’s. Nancy was very animated, talking about stem cell research and finding a cure, and Ron sat there not moving with his mouth puckered, wearing a beany.

That’s all I know.

---Zoot

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

That is the actual plot line of an in transit movie I saw last week on a Singapore to Honk Kong rickshaw.

 

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Night before last I dreamt I was having ice cream with Ronald and Nancy Reagan and we were all jammed into a high-backed wooden booth in an ice cream parlor. Ron was dressed in a British public school boy's uniform and he looked like Peewee Herman, and I knew that was because of his Altzheimer’s. Nancy was very animated, talking about stem cell research and finding a cure, and Ron sat there not moving with his mouth puckered, wearing a beany.

Propellor beanie, or regular?