Interpreting Dreams… - Page 10

Belmit · 31-10-2010, 10:34

Interpret this!

I am Rob Brydon, the comedian. I have made billions of pounds through the creation of a popular snack which is basically a cinnamon-infused sausage roll. For some reason I choose to live inside the giant microwave reactor that produces them and it is located on a coastal promenade like some sort of odd funfair. I have the balls from the lottery in my desk drawer because I now own Camelot, and proclaim to anyone who visits that it is fixed every week and that I've even lost the number 2 ball. At one point I am swimming in the sea, climb up the cliff and cannot find a path that leads back to the promenade so have to go through the back of a dodgy pub and out of the front to get there. I also visit the supermarket, see loads of old school friends that I haven't seen in fifteen years, and play with a toy that is the top half of Darth Vader which you can pull back and he zips about the place. For some reason I believe this last part to be worthy of writing a book about.

I had consumed my own bodyweight in fine wine and cheese the night before...

Fayshun · 31-10-2010, 11:09

Quote:

Originally Posted by Belmit

Interpret this!
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I had consumed my own bodyweight in fine wine and cheese the night before...

Cheese induced hallucinatory dream.

Interpretetion over.

31-10-2010, 10:34	#91
Belmit The Mouse King of Denmark Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: The Winchester Posts: 6,476	Interpret this! I am Rob Brydon, the comedian. I have made billions of pounds through the creation of a popular snack which is basically a cinnamon-infused sausage roll. For some reason I choose to live inside the giant microwave reactor that produces them and it is located on a coastal promenade like some sort of odd funfair. I have the balls from the lottery in my desk drawer because I now own Camelot, and proclaim to anyone who visits that it is fixed every week and that I've even lost the number 2 ball. At one point I am swimming in the sea, climb up the cliff and cannot find a path that leads back to the promenade so have to go through the back of a dodgy pub and out of the front to get there. I also visit the supermarket, see loads of old school friends that I haven't seen in fifteen years, and play with a toy that is the top half of Darth Vader which you can pull back and he zips about the place. For some reason I believe this last part to be worthy of writing a book about. I had consumed my own bodyweight in fine wine and cheese the night before... __________________