I dreamt that my friend Terri Belle had carved a hollowed-out sculpture of Jeff Mills' brain in the outside wall of teh Tresor club in Berlin. then I got boooked to play at the Interference festival but when i got there it turned out they only wanted me to be a security guard to prevent teenager techno fans climbing inside the brain chamber.
This was incredibly vivid.

I dreamt that I won £85,000 for winning a race that involved going down a man-made downhill white water rapids course on a snowboard and finishing with trials biking on a course made out of tree trunks in the snow.

All the other competitors were annoyed with me however, as I had somehow managed to win even though I was only 2nd fastest in all but the last sector.

I only recall ending up from adventuring in canyons to walking around apartments (not sure how), reading novelizations of Jaws 1 & 2 (with the wrong artwork), and then being part of a group of cliched action heroes, including one guy who lost his parents and liked to dropkick people who questioned his honor, then being chased by a giant crocodile. While my companions were fighting the croc, I walked to a nearby bus stop that happened to be there, got on board, and the driver was Christopher Lee a la Dracula, complete with a bloody grin. Then we were driving around a mall, picking up malltarts, and I woke up.

I was travelling on the Eurostar for some reason and Andy McKee was driving it and playing guitar over the tannoy.
Awesome.

[djskrimp]

I dreamt that I was gliding down to earth towards an airfield tarmac, and that my flight path was leading me straight into the body of some 747s. I had to turn left to get out of the way, and jumped off in time but clipped a firetruck along the way. I bounded up and started shooting baddies.

Man, I love playing Fallout 3.

I was woken up in the middle of the night by my other half asking me why I was scratching his back...to which I replied "because I thought you asked me to"....evidently I was dreaming that he told me he had an itch on his back and felt that I needed to fix that for him

I kept dreaming that I was walking down a dusty, grey road. All the buildings were blasted out and hollow, the cars all rusted up and stuff. I reached a crossroads and a man was standing there, but I don't remember his face. Each time I tried to take a path, I woke up, the last thing I remember being the man rushing towards me.

What an ENTIRELY unfulfilling dream.

[Keeker]

I kept dreaming that I was walking down a dusty, grey road. All the buildings were blasted out and hollow, the cars all rusted up and stuff. I reached a crossroads and a man was standing there, but I don't remember his face. Each time I tried to take a path, I woke up, the last thing I remember being the man rushing towards me.

What an ENTIRELY unfulfilling dream.

I hope he didn't have a fiddle or a guitar.

I kept dreaming that I was walking down a dusty, grey road. All the buildings were blasted out and hollow, the cars all rusted up and stuff. I reached a crossroads and a man was standing there, but I don't remember his face. Each time I tried to take a path, I woke up, the last thing I remember being the man rushing towards me.

What an ENTIRELY unfulfilling dream.

I hope he didn't have a fiddle or a guitar.

Or an air trumpet.

I kept dreaming that I was walking down a dusty, grey road. All the buildings were blasted out and hollow, the cars all rusted up and stuff. I reached a crossroads and a man was standing there, but I don't remember his face. Each time I tried to take a path, I woke up, the last thing I remember being the man rushing towards me.

What an ENTIRELY unfulfilling dream.

I hope he didn't have a fiddle or a guitar.

Or an air trumpet.

Fuck, yeah, crossroads. Just saw the reference. Herp.

I don't think I've been listening to that much southern rock, though...

I was in Grand Theft Auto III, driving over people with a tank while doing my job in a call center simultaneously. That's as best as I can explain it.

I dreamt that a wild boar I had ready to slaughter turned out to be still alive and it became enraged and ran into the house to attack my family. I manged to pin it behind the sofa but could only barely hold there with all my strength and was shouting for my wife to fetch the shotgun but no-one seemed to have notice what was going and and were all just wanderinga round taking no notice. My children were playing on the floor just in front of where this furious wild beast was on the verge of escaping.

I dreamt I was in this apocalyptic world where we are in the middle of some war between demons and angels. Very crazy stuff. So I ended up getting home from work. Suddenly the lights turn off, all electronic devices are shut off and I'm just standing there thinking what the heck is happening. So the rest of the dream is just strange things happening and hearing screams all over me.

Kinda random, but its how I woke up that freaked me out. I woke up laying on my back with my arms crossed on my chest, staring at the ceiling. Like my body thought it was inside a tomb or something .

Aaron and I were truck drivers and we're waiting to board a ferry to somewhere, and as the ship came to dock it was one of Townsend Thoreson's sister ships of the Herald of Free Enterprise. So I said to Aaron "there's no way in hell I'm sailing on that" and he basically called me a pussy so on we went. Whatever I was transporting was ADR so we parked on the open top deck and went inside as sailing went underway, and noted that the foot passenger doors were literally just a sheet of grey netting, just flapping around at the bottom. The rest of the ship was basically a massive rustbucket and just falling to pieces and everyone onboard appeared to be stuck in the 80's.

Aaron went for food, and I went onto the observation deck for a cigarette, still full of dread. Found this guy in a wheelchair and we sat talking about how weak the modern metal scene is becoming and suddenly felt the boat jolt us forwards and the scream of twisting metal as it ran aground. I managed to catch the wheelchair guy before he was chucked off the side and after the ship settled, partially capsized I carried him on my back to go back inside and find Aaron just to tell him "I fucking told you so". But after wading through hundreds of dead people and finding he was the only one still alive I just hugged him and bawled my eyes out.

Wut.

[swervedriver]

I dreamt that the recent photos of Mercury proved that it was not a spheroid but a cube-shaped planet.

I really have no fucking clue why.