Spamusement was in my dreams!

[Null]

[jvcc]

Is this a...dream you had?

[PonderThis]

What a scary dream!

[Binkatron5000]

Aaaugreghdfkd! Is that fan-fan?

[OP Tipping]

Wait, so RSM was really in the dream?

[traubster]

Maybe it's because I started adding some of you on Facebook, but I did actually have a dream including Spamusers.

I was on the porch outside my house not feeling good about some problems I was having with my current girlfriend. Kupo came out of no where and started talking to me about it. Then, a bunch of other Spamusers showed up out of no where and we sat indian-style in a little circle on my porch. I don't remember who else specifically, but it definitely felt like they were all from Spamusement. Kupo started counseling a bunch of us on our problems and she was remarkably good at it. At some point, my friend Pete showed up and challenged everyone to a trivia contest. The last thing I recall is getting pissed at Pete because he was owning everyone in our game of trivia.

Not that spectacular, but this was my first dream involving Spamusement since I started coming to these forums.

[DaVince]

I still found it hilarious. It's the indian-style sitting in a circle.

I'm sure I'm never going to dream about any of you guys. I never dream about the things I want to dream about.

[jvcc]

Yeah, I really want to be able to have lucid dreams. I remember seeing an episode of Blues Clues when I was little in which Steve promised me that I could control my dreams if I wanted to. He was lying.

[ntw3001]

I was going to say I never dream about Spamusement, but then I remembered I think there's a dream buried somewhere in this thread which featured Spamusers as some kind of ancillary characters. Team Rocket were the stars, as with every dream I have ever had.

[Skimba]

I was going to say I never dream about Spamusement, but then I remembered I think there's a dream buried somewhere in this thread which featured Spamusers as some kind of ancillary characters. "Team Rocket" were the stars, as with every dream I have ever had.

[Nyperold]

Last night, I dreamed some of you lived in my area. I don't know which of you did, just some. It's kind of a rural area. In real life, you cross a two-lane highway, take a few steps south, and you're on ranch land. 35 or so steps to the mailbox. Y'know. And then it's like I was seeing the board, and one of you had a picture of your driveway as your avatar, but your house was hidden because there was a tree on each side. The avatar picture was about twice as tall and wide as it was supposed to be. And the one with that avatar triple-posted, but I don't know what.

And that's all I can remember.

[sum yun gai]

so.... i dreamt i was replying to loofah on some such topic here last night, then i got an email saying i needed to meet with the building management at my apartment because they wanted me to enter my code into the lockbox for all the keys to make sure it still worked. i realized that i forgot my code and started to walk down to the management office. i was passing by the community laser printer for the building and a paper flew out of it -- it was loofah's reply to me, which she took a screenshot of and then printed out. i picked it up off the floor and her husband was standing there wanting to know what i had. i showed it to him and he turned to her and said "oh here it is, you printed to the wrong printer". then we started talking and i was telling him about how i couldn't remember my lockbox code and he offered to rent me one of his videos on building management later when he and loofah both got home from work.

[loofah]

so.... i dreamt i was replying to loofah on some such topic here last night, then i got an email saying i needed to meet with the building management at my apartment because they wanted me to enter my code into the lockbox for all the keys to make sure it still worked. i realized that i forgot my code and started to walk down to the management office. i was passing by the community laser printer for the building and a paper flew out of it -- it was loofah's reply to me, which she took a screenshot of and then printed out. i picked it up off the floor and her husband was standing there wanting to know what i had. i showed it to him and he turned to her and said "oh here it is, you printed to the wrong printer". then we started talking and i was telling him about how i couldn't remember my lockbox code and he offered to rent me one of his videos on building management later when he and loofah both got home from work.

Wow. Even in people's dreams, I'm boring.

[Null]

I've been having a whole series of really terrible nightmares for the past few days. Last night, in one section a Spamuser had been dead from drowning for several months. I drew a cartoon which showed this Spamuser going in to a store, and asking to buy glass eyes. (The Spamuser's skull had about a dozen eye-sockets in it.) Everyone thought this was just in incredibly bad taste, which it probably was, but I was kind of taken aback by the vehemence of the response. Sorry everybody. And especially sorry to the Spamuser in question, I seriously don't want this to happen to you.

[ntw3001]

But... I'm the only one with about a dozen eye sockets.

It probably wasn't me, I don't take that long to drown. I assume.

[Saltine]

a Spamuser had been [ dead from drowning ] for several months
a Spamuser had been dead from [ drowning for several months ]

[Binkatron5000]

a Spamuser had been [ dead from drowning ] for several months
a Spamuser had been dead from [ drowning for several months ]

I prefer the latter.

[DaVince]

Heh, that's what I read initially... Tricky sentence, there. Also, weird dream.

[Binkatron5000]

We all decided to meet up and go to an outdoor musical of sorts. We arrive, sit on the lawn, and spread out a veritable feast to enjoy while watching. Something scandalously cruel happened on stage (I don't remember what) and whereas Saltine and I were laughing our asses off, the rest of the you guys were uncertain about whether to acknowledge that the scandalous truly happened. Clueless alternated between tentative laughter and curling up into the fetal position. Then the actors disappeared into a house, and we assumed it was intermission. After lots of eating and chattering and trying out various couches that suddenly appeared, we realized that intermission was taking way too long. We wander into the house, cautiously, where we are met with an out-of-character actor who started laughing at us and asking why we haven't come in and sat down yet. They were waiting for us to relocate so they could finish the play. Nice of them to tell us. So we go down a looooong LOOOOOOONG winding staircase into a dimly lit dungeon that was lined with more couches, we sit, and the play continues.