This is a very odd dream I just had about 3 days ago. I also wish to encourage everyone who is interested in dreams or just simply wishes to share a dream they had to post your dream into the comments section.


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jd8coke, on 4/17/2008 2:27:11 AM
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^ You dreamt you were Xxoozero?
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pablo420, on 4/17/2008 4:56:00 AM
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Zombies. My favourite recurring dream.
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Flik, on 4/17/2008 3:20:03 PM
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Glad this blog is still up. I had another fucked up dream I wanted to share.

Early one morning, while making the rounds, I took a hit of cocaine and I shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed. I put my trusty .44 beneath my head.

I got up the next morning and I took my gun. After another hit of cocaine, away I run. I made a good run, but I ran too slow. The cops caught up to me in Juarez, Mexico.

I sat in a hot joint, taking some pills. In came a sheriff from Jericho Hills. He said "Willy-Lee, your name is not Jack Brown--You're the S.O.B. that shot your woman down!"

I said "yes, my name is Willy-Lee. If you have a warrant, just read it to me. I shot her down because she made me sore. I thought I was her man, but she had five more."

When I was arrested I was dressed in black. They stuck me on a train and they took me back. I had no friends I could call for bail. So they dumped my dried up carcass in the county jail.

Some time next morning--maybe half past nine--I spied the sheriff coming down the line. I heard him cough, and then clear his throat, and say "come on you S.O.B. in to the district court."

I got in the courtroom and my trial began. I was faced with twelve honest men. And just before the jury started out, I saw the little judge commence to look about.

In about ten minutes, in walked a man. He held the verdict in his right hand. The verdict read: "murder--first degree". I hollered "lordy, lordy, have mercy on me!"

The judge then smiled as he picked up his pen. "99 years in the Folsom Pen!" 99 years underneath that ground? I'll never forget the day I shot that dumb bitch down.

So come on all you people, hear me speak. Lay off that whiskey, and leave that cocaine be.
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