Feeling nostalgic?Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
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Feeling nostalgic?Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
STEVE NASH HE'S THE MAN.
Thank you Kilted. Night you JUST noticed how Scottish that sounds?
Starr if we Canadians so seldom score with our humour why is it that you keep tuning in to see what we have written hmmmm?
No one is arguing that Americans are great at basketball.
Sure I can say Michael Jordan. what of it? I hear his mom is better at the game than him.
PLEASE SANTA pay attention to what Scher has said. SHE HAS BEEN GOOD....ALL YEAR( coughs and coughs and then turns red with embarrasment for her dear co forum person)
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS I cannot bear to read that one more time...it is like listening to baby Hasia when she wants something. arggggggggggh
Never been behind bars myself, but it seemed as if Kilted might be recollecting his bad old days.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
nope, the only time I have spent inside of a prison is when I return to Glasgow and visit a friend who is currently residing at her majesty's pleasure.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
now, more on topic....I have been having this recurring dream recently that everything in my life currently is back in glasgow, but I am still the foriegner.
Did you know that many Australians call everyone who lives in England POMMIES? It means prisoners of her majesty. I love Aussie humour.Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
I'm really surprised that you have never been behind bars. I thought for sure you would have spent sometime behind bars after being hauled away from some protest or another....Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
Anyways, back to dreams:
Last night I had a vivid dream that i remembered when I woke up but for the life of me I only remember the part where I'm standing in the car rewntal place returning my car and the guy is telling me that the antanae is broke.
I once witnessed a protest at the Berkeley campus of the University of California. The tear gas was so thick I could barely breathe.Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
But actually participating in public protests is beneath my dignity. I'm a loner. I get even on dark nights in dead-end alleys. The flash of a steel blade, the look of terror on the victim's face -- you get the picture.
Why do you think I carry a blade in my shoe?Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
So i wanted to share a dream that is hunting me in the last month since i got back from Amsterdam..
I already had this dream twich since i got back..
In the dream i discover that we find a store that sell doughnuts (yes i just wrote doughnuts) then me and all how is with me in the dream are all happy and quickly going to buy ourself some doughnuts!! :) just like we did in Amsterdam (you know why.. :) )
Then i allways wake up and realize i was dreaming.. and we actually don't have doughnuts here...
Yes i know it's a stupied dream but what can i do we really don't have doughnuts here since duncen doughnut closed all its stores in Israel.. how sad.. :).....
Bah to knives. People run a great deal faster from a bow or crossbow.
I had a dream last night that the braces on my back teeth came out, one of them still had a piece of tooth attached to it, which is slightly weird dince I haven't had braces in .......holy carp! 20 years.
so you're saying you took out one of your tooth right? and did it hurt, the tooth I mean in your dream?
I once had a dream that precisely one quarter of my teeth fell out at once...the lower left side, if I recall correctly. They, too, were held together by braces as an odd unit. Subsequently, I just stuck 'em back in like a demented quarter-set of dentures.
Nope didn't hurt in my dream. Just the enamel on one side of my tooth came off.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kaltrina
I dreamt that I failed my Maths exam. I became very sad and depressed. I had brain tumer. I became sick. I was not able to go to school due to my brain-tumer. My loved-ones came to visit me and made Get Well Soon Cards for me. *to tell you guys the truth, it was a happy feeling. Then my brother became really worried and then he wrote a book about a girl who has suffered brain-tumer but she died.
The book became the hit one. I became mad because my brother had showed that I died, so in revenge I tried my best to be ok and in a matter of few days, I got up from the bed and became alright. Then I wrote a book which was about a girl who has suffered brain-tumer but she was leading her life happily and she was also sharing her feelings, thoughts and adventures with the readers and that girl was ME. The book became even more hit.
How was the dream? Good or Bad? I am not able to decide...
What do you guys think? *confused*