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1. I went into Chris Sanders' barber shop to get a hair cut and realized I had no hair, and didn't know what to say. Weied.
2. I played for the Cardinals with Kurt Warner. But we were playing with a nerf and couldn't get our timing right. At the end of the game, time was running out, and I snagged the nerf out of the other team's Qb's hands. Then Kurt hit me on a swing pattern out of the backfield, I ran over everyone and scored the winning touchdown with no time left.
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How come some people remember dreams REALLY detailed & vivid, while other never remember a dream. I dont' get it.
When the hubby & I were just shackin up, he had a dream that a huge crane had a big crate up in the air & I was standing on the ground. Lots of people around and no one would help me as the box dropped. He was screaming for them to help me but no one would. Next thing I know I wake up as he tossed me 6 feet out of the bed onto the floor while he screamed, "Get out of the way!" and looking around at imaginary people yelling, "What's the matter with you people???".
He woke up...I was laying in the bathroom doorway, PISSED off but not injured. He said, "What are you DOING?" I wanted to beat his azz.
Now we laugh about it.
I should tell you the spider one!!! Whew!...
BTW, HE'S the one who doesn't remember dreams very often. I remember more than I care to.
H he tossed me 6 feet out of the bed onto the floor while he screamed, "Get out of the way!" and looking around at imaginary people yelling, "What's the matter with you people???".
I'm a weird sleeper like that, too, somwtimes. Once, I dove off the edge of the bed because I thought I was on top of a falling elevator...only to catch my foot on the foorboard and do a faceplant on the floor (it left a mark). Another time I was camping with a girlfriend and thought a train was baring down on us, so I grabbed her and tried to roll out the side of the tent.
I usually wake up thinking "WTF?"
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I never did understand how some people could remember their dreams and others couldn't, either. I have very vivid, epic, bizarre dreams that go on and on and on and I usually remember everything about them. I still remember some dreams I had in high school like it happened yesterday. I remember one dream I had when I was around 25--I was in the parking lot of my townhouse complex and I was hiding under the dash of my Escort on the passenger side from a crazy man, when he reached into my car and shot me in the head. He promptly disappeared, and then I was wandering around and couldn't get anyone to help me...I'm sure it speaks volumes about me! Very strange, very strange.
I'm a weird sleeper like that, too, somwtimes. Once, I dove off the edge of the bed because I thought I was on top of a falling elevator...only to catch my foot on the foorboard and do a faceplant on the floor (it left a mark). Another time I was camping with a girlfriend and thought a train was baring down on us, so I grabbed her and tried to roll out the side of the tent.
I usually wake up thinking "WTF?"
I've done that kind of stupid stuff. When I was a full-time college student and full-time cashier at the supermarket I would hardly get any sleep. I'd be dreaming I was at work and trying to get the register open. In real life I'd be sleeping and hitting the buttons on my alarm clock like it was the cash register. Needless to say the darned thing never did open.
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I've done that kind of stupid stuff. When I was a full-time college student and full-time cashier at the supermarket I would hardly get any sleep. I'd be dreaming I was at work and trying to get the register open. In real life I'd be sleeping and hitting the buttons on my alarm clock like it was the cash register. Needless to say the darned thing never did open.
That is too funny. When I worked at KMart I used to dream that the lines were backed up to the end of the store, or I couldn't remember how to work the register, etc. I would dream more about work than I was actually there.
There was the most amazing barber shop I used to go to in Tucson where they still used straight blade razors to shave the back of your neck with the hot lather, and the two barbers were always talking about boxing. Great place.
I go to the cheapo chain type places here. It sucks.
I had a dream a few nights ago that must be shared. It had to of stemmed from all the injury to Warner talk going on at the official board.
In this dream our home opener was against the Giants. We won the toss and recieved the kickoff...followed by a great return landing the Cardinals on the Giants twenty. I am going nuts in the Southendzone as the offense takes the field. First play of the season from scrimmage, Warner drops back for a pass, Strahan comes from the outside and bearhugs Warners head, twisting and pulling. He rips Kurts helmit off as he's breaking his neck! Warner drops motionless to the ground, I'm going nuts because not one flag is thrown. I look to my left and my deceased Grandma is there telling me to settle down and behave myself...I can't! Here's the kicker...when I look down on the field, I see Warner on the ground and upon further investigation I notice his long blonde hair and familar face. Holy crap Warner was Fabio!!!! Man, I woke up freaked out.
What the Hell was Fabio doing in my dreams? That is one person that does not belong there!
I wanted to beat his azz. 
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