In_The_Dark_Ram Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 ...Colin Gibson [insert two well chosen expletives], gliding inches above a beautiful and clear chalk stream, slightly concerned my beige slacks would get splashed, but successfully reaching the pelican crossing a few hundred yards away. To be fair it was short but exhilarating trip that could have lasted a little longer. Upon landing in the thankfully traffic free, and surprisingly clean gutter, I waited for the green man alongside an unknown guy, my mind is telling me it might have been Gary Rowett, we crossed and entered some kind food outlet, where you could take your meal direct to the till, or double back to a parallel isle if you had a pudding. Naturally, for me, not sure about Colin Gibson, I had a pudding, much to the disappointment of Wayne Rooney who was heading to the till, where a guy I work with was queuing to pay for some sit-in arcade driving game, which disappointed some other guy in the queue wanting to do the same. He left. As for me, maybe still Colin Gibson, my pudding had disappeared and I asked an assistant to play Doom in the next aisle. I said I didn’t need the instructions as it was a simple narrative, then sadly woke up. I blame this forum (and two beers and a large tea) which I was reading before an early night. Now I’m lying awake, sweating, but mildly amused. Earlier in the dream I was chatting to someone disappointed with their experience in a private cinema room for ten, where guests could stand and project themselves onto the screen while the film was running - interesting idea - but they were frustrated it was one of their more attention seeking friends who, in the spotlight, looked like Jesus. And said after an hour of it they wished it was Colin Gibson, which is when I became Colin and left to float above the chalk stream. This is where the dream narrative leaves Derby County and any relevance to this board, which I admit is already tenuous, yet I’ll attempt to garner the moderators favour by suggesting this thread is about dreams featuring Derby Country players or staff. Earlier still in this vivid epic, I’d watched 5 people enter a door on a dodgy film set and emerge as four tramps and the smallest guy as Prince (Purple Rain era). They hung around on the pavement, basically dossing about around a wet patch. Earlier still, I was stood at the urinal when my brother wandered by the door of the public conveniences. Observing social distancing measures I thought and I left to find him stood in front of some of those huge shelves you get in B&Q. There was something about a chair powered by an electric motor to traverse buildings, but it had an attachment to heat corn on the cob (I wondered if it’d take a small kebab meat). My brother was concerned that it was an unwise purchase and ended up throwing some cash up at the shelves. He couldn’t reach the £20 note that landed in the top shelf and I climbed up to fetch it (that was a bit dicey). There’s more, but it’s dull and I’m ready to try and get back to sleep. Any Derby County dreams to share? Mel had plenty he hoped to live out, sadly it didn’t work out for him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neil62uk Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 Go back sleep you barmy T - - T ✌️ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Anag Ram Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 9 hours ago, In_The_Dark_Ram said: ...Colin Gibson [insert two well chosen expletives], gliding inches above a beautiful and clear chalk stream, slightly concerned my beige slacks would get splashed, but successfully reaching the pelican crossing a few hundred yards away. To be fair it was short but exhilarating trip that could have lasted a little longer. Upon landing in the thankfully traffic free, and surprisingly clean gutter, I waited for the green man alongside an unknown guy, my mind is telling me it might have been Gary Rowett, we crossed and entered some kind food outlet, where you could take your meal direct to the till, or double back to a parallel isle if you had a pudding. Naturally, for me, not sure about Colin Gibson, I had a pudding, much to the disappointment of Wayne Rooney who was heading to the till, where a guy I work with was queuing to pay for some sit-in arcade driving game, which disappointed some other guy in the queue wanting to do the same. He left. As for me, maybe still Colin Gibson, my pudding had disappeared and I asked an assistant to play Doom in the next aisle. I said I didn’t need the instructions as it was a simple narrative, then sadly woke up. I blame this forum (and two beers and a large tea) which I was reading before an early night. Now I’m lying awake, sweating, but mildly amused. Earlier in the dream I was chatting to someone disappointed with their experience in a private cinema room for ten, where guests could stand and project themselves onto the screen while the film was running - interesting idea - but they were frustrated it was one of their more attention seeking friends who, in the spotlight, looked like Jesus. And said after an hour of it they wished it was Colin Gibson, which is when I became Colin and left to float above the chalk stream. This is where the dream narrative leaves Derby County and any relevance to this board, which I admit is already tenuous, yet I’ll attempt to garner the moderators favour by suggesting this thread is about dreams featuring Derby Country players or staff. Earlier still in this vivid epic, I’d watched 5 people enter a door on a dodgy film set and emerge as four tramps and the smallest guy as Prince (Purple Rain era). They hung around on the pavement, basically dossing about around a wet patch. Earlier still, I was stood at the urinal when my brother wandered by the door of the public conveniences. Observing social distancing measures I thought and I left to find him stood in front of some of those huge shelves you get in B&Q. There was something about a chair powered by an electric motor to traverse buildings, but it had an attachment to heat corn on the cob (I wondered if it’d take a small kebab meat). My brother was concerned that it was an unwise purchase and ended up throwing some cash up at the shelves. He couldn’t reach the £20 note that landed in the top shelf and I climbed up to fetch it (that was a bit dicey). There’s more, but it’s dull and I’m ready to try and get back to sleep. Any Derby County dreams to share? Mel had plenty he hoped to live out, sadly it didn’t work out for him. Lay off the cheese. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tyler Durden Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 Be careful on the Monkey Dust my friend. Next thing you'll be dreaming is you're stuck up at the top of a lamppost and it will be true. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RadioactiveWaste Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 I once had a dream i was colin gibson and I polished my noggin in the ball polising machine at AMF bowling. Stung a bit but left it lovely and glossy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Will Hughes Hair Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 You’re dreaming about tramps? The bad news is I’m living in your head. Rent free ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kinder Posted November 7, 2020 Share Posted November 7, 2020 I had a dream this week that I was living somewhere in the Middle East. The authorities were coming round and I had at least 3 dead bodies in the flat, maybe as many as 7. There was definitely a corpse under the downstairs floorboards and a severed head in the freezer. I think this must be a metaphor for the takeover but I’m not sure exactly how! I was absolutely pooping myself when I woke up though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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