I admit it...

[Wheezer]

... I get back from the cat shelter, clean up, and leave the bathroom smelling like the short--lived '70s band Ass, Match, & Vape.

[Wheezer]

... And I had never heard of Vic Mizzy until my imaginary ex complained about my blowing my nose to the theme of Green Acres.

[Wheezer]

... Well, something must be going right if I serendipitously discover that "Chim-Chim-Cher-ee" is actually a wedding waltz composed by Tanzorchester Klaus Hallen, much to the consternation of my imaginary ex.

[Canadouche]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

[flannj]

... Stan Laurel signing his name on the door frame makes me laugh like an 11 year old.
"Come Clean" starting about 2:30
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kitqQ8eAfs

[Wheezer]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

[Wheezer]

... I get Karl Malden and Jack Klugman mixed up on the rare occasions that I watch television featuring either.

[Canadouche]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

[Wheezer]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

[PenFoe]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

We'll stick with tonk's lucid dreams, thanks.

[Wheezer]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

We'll stick with tonk's lucid dreams, thanks.

OK, but it's not bad. How about paralysis when the chairs start walking toward you of their own accord? That was a childhood classic for me.

[Tonker]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

We'll stick with tonk's lucid dreams, thanks.

How the fuck do you remember this stuff?  Even I'd completely forgotten about that post.

[Bort]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

We'll stick with tonk's lucid dreams, thanks.

How the fuck do you remember this stuff?  Even I'd completely forgotten about that post.

That's practically a Thrillho level pull.

[Yeti]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

We'll stick with tonk's lucid dreams, thanks.

How the fuck do you remember this stuff?  Even I'd completely forgotten about that post.

That's practically a Thrillho level pull.

RIP

[Wheezer]

I had that dream again last night.  You know.  The one where I am back in school and on my way to take a final exam in a course where I never attended a class and never opened the text book, but it didn't matter because I couldn't find the room where the test was being given.  This was a variation.  It was a Wednesday and I was booked to perform a guitar concert on the following Monday.  However, I don't know how to play the guitar and didn't own one.  To make it worse, I had picked out my wardrobe for the event.  Leather bell bottom jeans, a shiny, pointy lapeled, print, polyester shirt, a phony leather vest, and a leather cap that a pimp wore in the 1970s.  What a nightmare!

Relevant xkcd. As far as I can recall, I think I've only had one university dream since I graduated. Maybe I'm less likely to have school dreams, since I'm still in schools every day. I have had a few stress dreams about not being prepared to teach.

One of us (tinu) is an outlier. I have university dreams, work dreams, recurrent dreams where I already know the paths through the weird buildings, and wandering-around-lavatory dreams, which have a pretty obvious meaning but are nonetheless baroque. The less REM sleep the better, in my case. And then there's the issue of trying not to try to forget trying to forget this mental garbage-collection.

Screw the peribracial area and the horse it rode in on.

When I was a kid, my recurring stress dream was that I'd try to cross the street, trip, fall, and be paralyzed as oncoming traffic moved toward me.

Oh, yah, the paralysis dreams. I would also pass out twitching in these. Have I already told the story about what happened after I tried lucid dreaming per Omni magazine?

We'll stick with tonk's lucid dreams, thanks.

How the fuck do you remember this stuff?  Even I'd completely forgotten about that post.

I'd wager that you sometimes forget your name and nationality.