That's our JT

*canned laughter*

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I don't know why, but I just never heard it as "two-fisting" before. I usually say simplier terms like "chug" and "pound", but now I know.

If he had said pound, we'd be in the same position we're in now.

Poor Mrs. Buttersworth.

Oh, true, this is about Mrs Buttersworth. Pound would be a terrible (and hilarious) word to use.

I just remembered the sub-plot to my dream last night.

Breeding proposed to his "flavor of the month".

..that's all I remember.

I had a dream about the old cartoon show 'Pepper Ann'.

For some reason now I can't get the theme song out of my head. :/

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Was your dream lame or cool, breaking every rule?

It was much too cool for seventh grade.

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It seems like even when I figure out that I'm dreaming, there's nothing I can do about it. Most people say that they are suddenly able to control the dream and fly or have sex with beautiful women or something, but for me all it let's me do is, well, know I'm stuck in a dream. What happens to you guys when you realize you're in a dream?

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This happened a while ago, so I am copying a post I made on my friend's forum:


Last night I was a strange futuristic Batman, wearing bio-armor. My arch-nemesis was an incredibly shrewed businessman and entrepreneur, threatening to use his vast fortune and scientific resources to create a device that would presumably tear the universe a new one.

Again and again, I would break into his heavily fortified compound, only to be thwarted in his office, by finding out he had taken my lover (a scientist working for him) hostage, threatening to inject her with a fatal biological agent.

I continued to break in and plead with him on various occasions to stop his mad plot, trying to argue some sanity and reason... which he found incredibly amusing, being the twisted individual that he was. It always ended the same way, with me accomplishing nothing and finally leaping out the window as his guards rushed in.

Finally, upon my final visit, he said his plans had already begun, and as soon as I tried to attack him in a blind rage, he had (my girlfriend?) injected with the disease. I scooped her up in my arms, and fled the scene again.

Then, in a darkened alleyway, she died.

Upset and enraged by my failure, I took to the skies! Using bat-grapples like Spider-Man webbing. I fled the city limits, knowing of the disaster about to come, overcome by my own grief and loss...

I came to a bridge, where the city crowd anxiously awaited me (?). I had taken off my mask, so no one noticed my approach. There I saw they had prepared my usual afternoon stunt of flinging myself off of the side of the bridge, swinging across the lake (or river?), and grappling the highest point of the building on the other side.

I walked up to my jumping site, much to the bewliderment of the crowd (still not knowing my identity), grabbing hold of the first rope swing. Then I jumped... I could hear the announcer screaming that my swing distance was even greater than Batman's, and that I could possibly out-do the Dark Knight himself... But then I faltered, and missed my jump. The subsequent swings were not enough to accomplish the goal, so I dropped from the rope and onto the bridge. People boo-ed me, and the announcer did his job. Again ashamed of my own failure, I took off running... and somehow reached SUPER SONIC SPEEDS!

So I jumped off the bridge and bounced along the surface of the water, running as fast as Sonic the Hedgehog himself (and yes, my feet did become a blurred figure eight). My arms were swept behind me, dangling in my wake as I ran across the river and continued running over the grassy fields on the outskirts of town.

I remember little after that. Short memories of me spin-dashing up slides and having a hard time slowing down. Learning to control my oddly newfound speed. And then, sadly, I woke up.

I also vaguely remember images of Robin (played by my RL friend) and I scouring neon-lit parking lots for secret entrances, and fighting zombies in dark corridors...

When I realize it's a dream, I tend to wake up. Though, every rare once in a while, I just do whatever the fuck I want since it's a dream.

I don't think I've ever realized I was dreaming. I've been able to take control of my dreams before, but it usually felt real enough (even when I was Spider-Man) that the illusion was never broken.

So you were Batman who turned into Sonic? Fuck, that's so cool.

Every time I notice that i'm in a dream I wake up. Shame because i'd like to fly or kill some people or whatever without any effect. Sigh... maybe one day.

Also Fox's dream needs to be made into a movie called 'Foxbox begins'.

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