NIGHTMARE?

Or did you put some spaghetti in your mushrooms. I've heard that too much garlic can give you bad dreams.

Good one Russ...There's gotta be a song in there,can't wait to hear it.

KeNnY

Okee Dokey

kEnNy

I can read into your dream.  Soon, you will start a band called the Bumpy Worms.  People will boo you often, as being shown by people being eaten up.
I think maybe you should start drinking.

You know what gives me freaky dreams?  Duck.  Seriously.  I love duck, too.  All that crispy delicious goodness, but every time I eat it, I have the most bizzare dreams.

Micky I bookmarked the page so I can read the whole thing and the closest way to discribe what was in my dream is the subway worm in the movie "men in black" but I will read the lamton story later

I just want to know why your guitar is suspended over your bed. 

- Zurf

Russell,
That is a messed up dream. They say there is a fine line between genuis and madness. Perhaps you stepped on the line!!!!!!! I think wearing a helmet to bed will solve your problem.

Be thankfull you don't keep the piano in your bedroom. Also keep in mind if you fall on your guitar when having a 'personal activity' dream it may take a skilled surgeon to remove it!

If you combine the two, you may finally get an answer to a question that starts out "Who gives a...". 

I had an odd dream the other night myself.  It didn't involve worms, but it did involve odd fish that were kind of a hybrid between flounder and piranha.  I dreamt that I was fishing with a buddy.  We were using fly rods to lob heavy baits for bottom fishing (totally a mis-match between presentation and equipment, like using a Smart Car to pull a heavy trailer).  Then we sat on a grassy bank that was at the bottom of a gently sloping hill.  At the crest of the hill was a stone castle.  In the outer yard of the castle, there was a low wall enclosing a small courtyard.  In the courtyard was a bistro like I would imagine you run across on the streets of France (or so I guess from the movies, having never been to France myself).  There was some music drifting down.  My buddy and I didn't like the music, so I started playing songs on my guitar, which I miraculously pulled from my small tackle box, and my buddy started singing.  The particular buddy is a terrific singer in reality.  That's when the fish started to hit.  We pulled in the fish while continuing to sing, and a waiter brought down some ice water to us and bought the fishes from us to serve in the restaurant.  Because they had big mouths full of sharp teeth, we made the waiter take the fishes off the hooks.  That's the last bit I remember. 

I would love to know what makes G S E laugh out loud enough and long enough to wake his funny little honey. 

- Zurf

OK, in the "afraid of what's under the bed" category.  I used to dream about wierd clicking and rattling noises in the middle of the night.  I would lay there under the covers in my dark room afraid of the sounds coming seemingly from underneath my bed.  I would lay there for the longest time in fear.  Finally when I got up the nerve to lean over and look under the bed, where the sounds definitely were coming from, I carefully lifted the overhanging covers and looked and there was an old fashioned typewriter clanging and jumping at me.  It used to scare the hell out me.

Remembering my dreams has always been easy for me.  It's forgetting them that's the problem!  I used to be able to manipulate and control them.  If I was falling, I'd just put on some wings and fly, or if I was under attack I'd just conjure up a bunch of Marines.  Inside my mind is a very, very wierd place to play. 

As far as your dream LesPaulGuy, there's only two ways out.  The way you came in, and the - other - way. 

Bensonp - that is so TOTALLY dreamish.  Why should a typewriter by scary?  No reason, but in a dream, ordinary items like that can be totally horrifying and you can get driving directions from a blood splattered vampire or a talking garbage pail with a mustache and a thick Italian accent without a second thought. 

- Zurf