Author Topic: I saved Lambo's life (Read 1759 times)

Sean · « **on:** January 25, 2011, 10:57:09 PM »

I saved Lambo from Hannibal Lecter last night. It was a dream. For whatever reason, we were captive with several others waiting to be eaten. The strange part was that we were captive in a very large room with bunk beds and no bars or anything. I convinced another friend, which none of you know, to save Lambo when Lecter came for him. We were victorious! Thanks to me, Lambo is safe.

I kid you not.

TheKarazyvicePresidentRR · « **Reply #1 on:** January 26, 2011, 01:37:00 AM »

O_o; and my only wondering is, why are you dreaming about Lambo?

Lamborghini_diablo · « **Reply #2 on:** January 26, 2011, 07:54:47 AM »

I freaking lol'd. I dont think we've even talked that much, yet you're willing to save me!

The funniest thing is, I don't think I've really met anyone on here in person, except maybe briefly at creation 2004.

I have to ask, what did I look like in your dream?

BubbleBoy · « **Reply #3 on:** January 26, 2011, 08:23:40 AM »

This is a sign that you should post more.

Lamborghini_diablo · « **Reply #4 on:** January 26, 2011, 08:24:48 AM »

Who? Me or Sean?

Everyone in this thread so far has over 3000 posts.

SomeKittens · « **Reply #5 on:** January 26, 2011, 09:23:36 AM »

Quote from: BubbleBoy on January 26, 2011, 08:23:40 AM

This is a sign that you should post more.

Yeah, I wanna be saved too.

Sean · « **Reply #6 on:** January 26, 2011, 09:31:17 AM »

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I have to ask, what did I look like in your dream?

I only saw your body, not your head or face. Fitting since I have never seen your face in real life. I only knew it was you because Lecter said, "OK Lambo, its time." And then he grabbed you and you were kicking and wailing. That's when I was like, "Brock, we can take him." Brock is a friend from college, not pokemon. At first, Brock was unsure but I convinced him. Then we beat up Lecter and got out through breaking a window. Then we were back in the house so we broke out again using a sledge hammer to bust down the door. Then I was awake wondering why in the world I had such a strange dream.

Lamborghini_diablo · « **Reply #7 on:** January 26, 2011, 10:24:49 AM »

The fact that it was someone you haven't even met and only know by a nickname is absolutely hysterical.

SomeKittens · « **Reply #8 on:** January 26, 2011, 10:34:23 AM »

He could have been talking to his Murcielago

TheKarazyvicePresidentRR · « **Reply #9 on:** January 26, 2011, 11:05:04 AM »

Quote from: Sean on January 26, 2011, 09:31:17 AM

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I have to ask, what did I look like in your dream?
I only saw your body, not your head or face. Fitting since I have never seen your face in real life. I only knew it was you because Lecter said, "OK Lambo, its time." And then he grabbed you and you were kicking and wailing. That's when I was like, "Brock, we can take him." Brock is a friend from college, not pokemon. At first, Brock was unsure but I convinced him. Then we beat up Lecter and got out through breaking a window. Then we were back in the house so we broke out again using a sledge hammer to bust down the door. Then I was awake wondering why in the world I had such a strange dream.

You and your infinite bag of (insert word here).

disciple_drew · « **Reply #10 on:** January 26, 2011, 11:14:14 AM »

lol man if these are your dreams what are your nightmares like?

Lamborghini_diablo · « **Reply #11 on:** January 26, 2011, 11:18:56 AM »

Quote from: TheKarazyvicePresidentRR on January 26, 2011, 11:05:04 AM

Quote from: Sean on January 26, 2011, 09:31:17 AM
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I have to ask, what did I look like in your dream?
I only saw your body, not your head or face. Fitting since I have never seen your face in real life. I only knew it was you because Lecter said, "OK Lambo, its time." And then he grabbed you and you were kicking and wailing. That's when I was like, "Brock, we can take him." Brock is a friend from college, not pokemon. At first, Brock was unsure but I convinced him. Then we beat up Lecter and got out through breaking a window. Then we were back in the house so we broke out again using a sledge hammer to bust down the door. Then I was awake wondering why in the world I had such a strange dream.
You and your infinite bag of (insert word here).

That would be called hammerspace.

STAMP · « **Reply #12 on:** January 26, 2011, 11:24:58 AM »

Quote from: Sean on January 26, 2011, 09:31:17 AM

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I have to ask, what did I look like in your dream?
I only saw your body, not your head or face. Fitting since I have never seen your face in real life. I only knew it was you because Lecter said, "OK Lambo, its time." And then he grabbed you and you were kicking and wailing. That's when I was like, "Brock, we can take him." Brock is a friend from college, not pokemon. At first, Brock was unsure but I convinced him. Then we beat up Lecter and got out through breaking a window. Then we were back in the house so we broke out again using a sledge hammer to bust down the door. Then I was awake wondering why in the world I had such a strange dream.

It's cool when you can remember your dreams.

Last night I was involved in some pretty hefty spiritual warfare in my dream. We (forget if it was family or friends) were traveling and staying at a hotel. The name of the hotel was the Bel-Aire. There were three or four demon-possessed teenage girls that were wreaking havoc on the small town we were in. At some point I must have been able to cause the girls to take out each other. At the hotel pool, two girls were fighting. One started climbing the hotel sign while the other threw some magical bolas at it from the poolside and killed her. The one from the pool chased me to a lower level hotel room when during the struggle her head exploded and she dropped dead. I hurried to an upper-level hotel room to find the last girl sitting, crying and then explaining she used "Scanner"-like powers to blow up the other girl's head. Somehow she was no longer demon-possessed. At that point I decided I better call the cops and ambulance but decided to first put on a clean t-shirt from the closet. Then I called my best friend who was a cop but his phone forwarded me to a switchboard. The lady on the phone was acting annoyed and asked me what crime was happening (she actually asked me for the CA penal code, e.g. PC 211). I told her it was "PC a lot of flipping demons dying"). She said fine and would send a cruiser. I then called the ambulance to come to the Bel-Aire hotel, and then my alarm went off.

TheKarazyvicePresidentRR · « **Reply #13 on:** January 26, 2011, 11:27:17 AM »

Quote from: Lamborghini_diablo on January 26, 2011, 11:18:56 AM

Quote from: TheKarazyvicePresidentRR on January 26, 2011, 11:05:04 AM
Quote from: Sean on January 26, 2011, 09:31:17 AM
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I have to ask, what did I look like in your dream?
I only saw your body, not your head or face. Fitting since I have never seen your face in real life. I only knew it was you because Lecter said, "OK Lambo, its time." And then he grabbed you and you were kicking and wailing. That's when I was like, "Brock, we can take him." Brock is a friend from college, not pokemon. At first, Brock was unsure but I convinced him. Then we beat up Lecter and got out through breaking a window. Then we were back in the house so we broke out again using a sledge hammer to bust down the door. Then I was awake wondering why in the world I had such a strange dream.
You and your infinite bag of (insert word here).

That would be called hammerspace.

Stop, Hammer time.

Rawrlolsauce! · « **Reply #14 on:** January 26, 2011, 01:14:20 PM »

I had a weird dream. I was at 2012 nationals which was held in Philadelphia. I was doing pretty well: My characterless deck placed 81st out of 85, beating Andrew Wester's 85th out of 85. My sweet combo deck in t2 got 3rd place and they vowed to ban it after the tournament beings creating a rule wouldn't work to stop it, and making counters would take at least another year. So I went back to the hotel, stayed up to 3am playing the vidya, and woke up an hour late and ran to the tournament.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), the tournament started late beings the church wouldn't let us play there due to some mis scheduling. Rob was going to see if he could get a massive hotel room or party hall or something, but the only suitable option would cost $1750! Then some school operating as a daycare center said we could use their gym if we got the tables and everything, so we did that. In between rounds (playing booster. I got a sweet draft and the game was over in like 10 minutes), our table went outside to play on the monkey bars and shoot some hoops. Then some third graders came and got made at us because apparently we're too old.

Then I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

drb1200 · « **Reply #15 on:** January 26, 2011, 01:29:13 PM »

Once I had a dream that Adam Fincher came and attacked me in my sleep. About a month later I found an old birthday thread for me and saw this post.

Quote from: adamfincher on August 18, 2009, 03:27:06 PM

hoppy birthday drb i shall kill u in ur sleep. enjoy ur last birthday, and last day of life.

*isnt it funny how he's darth "maul"*

Warrior_Monk · « **Reply #16 on:** January 27, 2011, 06:26:53 PM »

I would never save Lambo's life in a dream because he -1'd me on the huge debate thread.

TheJaylor · « **Reply #17 on:** January 27, 2011, 11:08:01 PM »

I never remember what happens in my dreams, but I usually remember where they are.

The M · « **Reply #18 on:** January 29, 2011, 01:01:44 PM »

I remember chasing a pteradactyl when it stole my cucumber.

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