aaronjer
*****'n Admin


2005 Mar 21 • 5046
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I'll give you the short version... I had a dream last night that there was a ghost haunting an abandoned High School. It was abandoned because the ghost was haunting it. Because the ghost, you see, would murder anyone it came across and use parts of it's victims bodies to create mobiles and hang them from the ceiling. I went into the High School completely unperturbed by the hundreds of both fresh and rotting pieces of corpses rotating above me. I proceeded to track down the ghost, who looked as scary as the 'The Ring' girl... and ate her. Just sorta sucked her up like a vacuum cleaner while she kicked and screamed.

What's up with that? Does this mean I'm as crazy as I always thought I was?

Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse


2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧

If you're the last sane person in the world, are you really?

That has no relevance at all really. I just like how it sounds.

I shall go with a 'possibly' with a hint of 'perhaps more'.

NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse


2005 Mar 23 • 1871
574 ₧

What did it taste like? And the texture? If given the opportunity, would you eat a ghost again? Ghost are typically extremely hungry, and yet you ate one. What do you make of this reversal? Are you trying to become a gillian, an adjuchas, or a vasto lorde? Has a ghost ever tried to eat you?

jrkookid
Half Irish, half NOT FUNNY

2007 May 27 • 1415
110 ₧

when were you aaron's therapist?

NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse


2005 Mar 23 • 1871
574 ₧

Therapist? what the hell kind of therapist you go to?

I wasn't trying to lead towards any deeper insight, and half of it was bullshit.

So, yeah. Maybe I am a therapist. Pay me, bitch.

jrkookid
Half Irish, half NOT FUNNY

2007 May 27 • 1415
110 ₧

well the questions u asked made u look like one thats all lolz

aaronjer
*****'n Admin


2005 Mar 21 • 5046
1,227 ₧

There was no taste really, and it didn't have a texture, because... you know... ghosts are ethereal... or at least very not solid. It was just very satisfying and fulfilling. It wasn't like I'd eaten a lot and gotten full so much as it was like I'd accomplished something really impressive.

I've never really thought of ghosts as particularly hungry or tasty... and in the context of the dream Ghosteaters weren't human but they weren't particularly remarkable other than the fact that they didn't eat normal food and couldn't be easily harmed by ghosts. Ghosts would use things like possession, mind control and telekinesis to harm people... but all of their powers stopped working when a Ghosteater was nearby.

Ghosteaters had somewhat of a society going on... we all HAD to eat ghosts to stay alive, like once a month or so, so you'd think we would not be very fond of each other. This was not true, because Ghosteaters could share their prey with each other and not lose any sustenance they had gained in the process. Kinda like in Kirby Superstar how you can share food and both gain the full effect out of it. It also involved getting kinda mouth-to-mouth... which was gross when it was a guy. Since ghosts were pretty rare we pretty much had to share with each other to all stay alive. We weren't eating the ghosts to get rid of them or to save anyone from them... we were just hungry. It didn't matter if the ghost was dangerous or not. I don't even know what happened to them after we ate them.

Ghosteaters were socially awkward... because instead of saying "Hi" or shaking hands when we met, we'd give each other a wide-open mouthed, no tongue (unless we were naughty), 10-15 second kiss. There was a (normal) girl who thought she was dating me in the dream after I saved her from the mobile ghost (I wasn't, she wasn't my type... which made her moving into my house without asking less than pleasurable) and she got very jealous when she saw me sharing ghosts with another Ghosteater chick... I tried to explain... but stopped when I realized it would be good if she wanted to leave me.

Being a Ghosteater was kinda like being addicted to pot. People the smoke pot do nothing but think about pot, talk about pot, smoke pot and try to obtain more pot. Ghosteaters thought of very little other than finding more ghosts to eat. It was very enjoyable during the dream, but seemed like a pretty dull existence after I woke up. We were either chasing a ghost down and eating it, or trying to sense another ghost to eat... we didn't even sleep... I don't even know what my house was for or why I went to it. Ghosteaters were just 'aware' of the presence of other Ghosteaters and ghosts for several miles... all we really needed to do was wander towards the next ghost, and other Ghosteaters would show up whether you contacted them or not.

Oh... and for the record... ghosts had no idea what we were, and didn't even know to be afraid of us until it was too late. And I am not aware of any time in which a ghost has tried to consume my flesh or my soul.

NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse


2005 Mar 23 • 1871
574 ₧

See? It's always worth asking.

And I think the overall message is clear: friends don't let friends eat ghosts.

The rest I'll have to think about further.

melloyellow582
The Original Portmanteau


2005 Mar 22 • 12862
666 ₧

aaronjer, what do you think about TIRES?

jrkookid
Half Irish, half NOT FUNNY

2007 May 27 • 1415
110 ₧

sure it is.....

aaronjer
*****'n Admin


2005 Mar 21 • 5046
1,227 ₧

I've never thought seriously about tires.

I had another weird dream last night. Along with a magical guardian-spirit cat named Astariel, I was defending a small town of helpless peasants from a demonic cloud and some really scary man or woman dressed in a way I can only describe as "Turbo Priest." Also the cat called me Azmagel. And I could shoot lightning from my fingertips. And Nezumi was there and he was helping an old woman water her garden.

Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse


2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧

Fantastic. You are some kind of psychopath genius.

eDan Co.
Mighty Typist



2007 Sep 24 • 2921
252 ₧

I told you! You would kill SuperJer just for a girl's phone number!

molkman
Owner of George Washington's Prototype Mittens





2005 May 2 • 2066
404 ₧

Man, your dreams are awesome. You should make novels or movies about it.

Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse


2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧

hWat? I have many girls' phone numbers...

eDan Co.
Mighty Typist



2007 Sep 24 • 2921
252 ₧

I was tawkin to AJ.

Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse


2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧

Ahah.

SolidKAYOS
Count Adelaide


2007 Jun 24 • 84
68 ₧

Ya man seriously Cha ching $_$

SRAW
Rocket Man

2007 Nov 6 • 2525
601 ₧

quote chain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

eDan Co.
Mighty Typist



2007 Sep 24 • 2921
252 ₧

Please don't. The rape stick is still on me.

Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse


2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧

Fixed.

aaronjer
*****'n Admin


2005 Mar 21 • 5046
1,227 ₧

Honestly, you guys started it that time. You only have yourselves to blame.

SRAW
Rocket Man

2007 Nov 6 • 2525
601 ₧

aaronjer fucking around

eDan Co.
Mighty Typist



2007 Sep 24 • 2921
252 ₧

Yeah, we did, but I'm proud of the beginning of the original quote chain; We proved someone wrong. Winning arguments is better than sex.

NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse


2005 Mar 23 • 1871
574 ₧

I had a dream too! The first one I remember in a while! It wasn't as interesting

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I had a dream last night where I had flown back to the west coast to get my car and pack the remainder of my possessions into it and move it to the east coast. Never mind that I had already determined my car would be more encumbrance than advantage, this was a dream of course. My father decided to come with me, enjoying the road trip experience as much as any American could hope to. Somewhere in Montana or Wyoming, one of those dry plain regions that still has a forest here and there, we stopped in a town situated on the side of the mountain amidst one of these forests. The town was the sort that tends to crop up around a college in America, or more accurately, it was the fifties-style boomtown of brick and concrete buildings, unimposing for their fading billboards and clotheslines. Things had left the town in the last century, but very little came to it, and perhaps nothing that changed it on a fundamental level.

I parked my car outside of a motorcycle bar that occupied a wooden shack, then my father and I wandered around the town, to see what there was to see, which often consists of the sublime of nature and death in my father's case (he tends to gravitate to graveyards, motivated by some dark inner force that doesn't intend to explain itself). When we got back to where I had parked, my car had been replaced by a medium-sized chrome suitcase, the same color as my car. At the moment, I didn't think anything of it, but rather we moved on up the mountain and got a higher vantage point from the upper part of the town, looking off from the top of the butte in the fading light and assessing where it was we'd been and where we might be going. We came back down to the bar and the chrome suitcase had tripled in size. "Oh shit, someone stole my car... well, now how are we going to get there?" I thought, not panicked so much as inconvenienced. I touched the chrome suitcase and all of my possessions burst out of it.