Thread: TB's Dream Journal

Well I absolutely love driving. It is one of my many pleasures in life, and I always dream about it. Here is the dream:

My first car - a crappy 1989 white 1.2i Vauxhall Nova - isn't the best of vehicles. Anyways I was driving to my girlfriend's down the road and saw this big envelope on the floor near her front door. Obviously I picked it up. It had my name writen on it in big letters and underlined firmly. I shook the contents around and didn't think anything of it.

Picked my girlfriend up and we drove into town. On the way, she spotted the envelope (which I had thrown on the floor of the passenger seat) and she asked if I could open it. We don't keep anything apart from each other so I was like "Sure". Two minutes later my girlfriend goes "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" and I am like "What, what? What is it?"

Inside the envelope that she had opened was £20,000 cash. I was just "Woah oh my god". Hhhh'anyways we decided what we'd do with all this money and we had an awesome shopping spree in town, spent two thousand on clothes and stuff for my girlfriend and I.

When I got home I spoke to my mum about what to do with £18,000 and she was like "Buy a new car". But, I love my Nova so much, even though it's a piece of crap that's falling apart. So I decided not to buy a new car, but spend £18,000 on modernising it and modifying it.

So I did. And the final product was just the most immense car in the world. I had practically built my own custom Nova from scratch. It was like I told Vauxhall to make me a brand new Nova with the best and latest technology and building materials, and with my own little tweaks.

To cut it all short, because I have to go, the engine was a 5.5 litre 400bhp beast, had the most amazing sound-setup and DVD players, the works. Awesome body-styling (not over the top). And driving it was just a dream. I was racing in competitions around the world against Impreza's and Skylines etc. Just amazing.

TB

Well about a month ago I got stopped by the police during a midnight cruise out of town. I'd just been to an all-night kebab house to satisfy those late-night hunger cravings we get from time to time. So I think this dream is related to that.

So the dream goes like this: I was driving in my Nova through town, it was about 2:00am and there weren't many people around, just people who had been out drinking attempting to walk home. I noticed a flood of people walking out of a club so I stopped in the middle of the road and turned my lights off and watched them (weird I know). A group of four girls all dressed up as sexy bunny's came out of the club and this grabbed my attention. They all looked similar; same build, height, weight and blonde hair, there was just slight variation in their faces. They were wearing the shortests of mini-skirts with a little fluffy tale, very small fluffy tops revealing much cleavage and they all had a pair of bunny ears on. I decided to follow them, probably because I thought they were all very hot.

I followed them for a while, they walked down the high-street and called in a kebab-house. Again I stopped in the middle of the road and turned my lights off and waited for them. Followed them a bit more and they got to a carpark so I pulled into it and noticed there were no other cars in there except Novas. It was really weird. There were about 15 cars taking up various slots and all of them were white Novas, exactly like mine.

The four girls split into two groups and headed towards separate Novas. One of the four girls noticed me as I wasn't properly parked and I had left my lights on this time. She called the other three and they began walking over. For some reason I was scared shitless. It was the way they all just turned and started walking towards my car. The fact they were hot meant nothing at that moment, they were scary girls. Typically my car just cut out at this point, it just died. So I elbowed my door-lock down and fumbled for the ignition to get the thing started again. By this time the four girls had surrounded me. Two were infront of the bonnet and the other two were right next to my window. They were just staring at me, standing still, looking directly at me, as if they were zombies. I was panicking like a mother so I slipped into reverse and went back into a vacant parking space to turn around.

After I had got out of the carpark I noticed the four girls run to the cars they were originally heading towards. They started chasing me. Two Novas exactly like mine were tailing me. I got onto a main road and there were police cars everywhere. It was like busy Saturday afternoon traffic but all vehicles were coppers, and this was at like 2:30am. So I couldn't speed away from these four girls because I'd get stopped for speeding. So I toddled along at 30mph in the direction of my house. Slowly the number of police cars reduced, the two Novas still behind me. All of a sudden the road emptied and one of the following Novas managed to get infront of me. The second Nova got by my side and they boxed me in. I had no-where to go. I was forced to a stop.

The four girls got out of their cars and, for some reason, so did I, even though I was really scared back at the carpark. They encircled me and I said "Is everything ok?" to which one of them replied "One of your front headlamps has blown - it's not working". I was like "What the -... You followed me all this way just to tell me that?" and another girl responded "It's important that you don't lose your licence".

The third girl produced a pen and paper from one of the Novas and started scribbling details. When it was handed over to me, I realised these four girls were policegirls! I was so amazed, I couldn't believe it. It was a genuine police ticket that I was given, to say that I had to get my headlamp replaced in one week.

I had been told by people before that if you're ever stopped because of a defective lamp, you can check it there and then, and if you get it to work, you can drive off. So I asked the girls if I could pop my bonnet and check. The first girl said "No, but we'll do it". So one of them brushed passed me, opened my door and bent right over to reach the lever to open the bonnet. It was beautiful, her legs kept straight, such a pert little bum, really hot.

I moved and leant on the back of the Nova that stopped infront of me, and I watched the four girls as they sexily opened up the bonnet and checked my headlamp. Great ass-shots and cleavage spilling everywhere. This is the really weird part. A regular policecar went speeding by at some 80mph which obviously got my attention. I turned around sharply to follow it with my eyes, to see where it was heading. When I turned back, the Nova I was leaning on and the second Nova were no longer there, and the four girls had completely disappeared too. All that was there was my Nova with the bonnet open, and the headlamp was working fine. I approached the car, took a hold of the bonnet, lowered the metal support and shut the it. As I dropped it shut, sitting there in my passenger seat was my ex-girlfriend in a bunny suit, looking at me exactly like the four girls did back at the carpark. My ex was not one of the original girls, they were all blonde and my ex is brunette, but anyway this really scared me and I'm sure I probably yelled out like "Rreeuuuuhh!" And that's when I came wide awake.

Fucked up eh? Well there we go. Another entry. I've had so many dreams before this but keep forgetting to journal them. Thanks for reading.

TB

Another dream I had the other night. Once again, it's car related. I recently replaced my car ('89 Vauxhall Nova 1.2i been replaced with '96 Ford Fiesta 1.1i). It's a shorter one, so here goes:

I was driving down the road in my Nova (my previous car) to my local pub to meet with someone, I think it was to meet my ex-gf, not entirely sure. Anyways there were hundreds of people out on the streets. Everyone was walking on the footpaths and I was the only car on the road. Didn't think much of it and carried on driving.

I got to the pub, parked my car and walked in through the main doors. Inside the pub (that I know very well since I work there as well) was totally different. It had been modernised using car parts and accessories from Vauxhall Novas. There were Nova badges everywhere and various Vauxhall griffiths stuck about the place. The bar was basically a row of Nova bonnets stack on Nova SR alloy wheels. It was so weird. There was no-one in the pub though. Whoever I was meeting was no-where to be seen so I sat down on a bar-stool (a Nova seat) and ordered a quick drink.

Next thing I remember, I was walking out and my precious white Nova wasn't in the carpark. Instead, the carpark was full of Fiesta's. I panicked. Somehow I knew everything about my new car even though I'd never driven it and I started searching for my Fiesta, checking all the registration plates. I couldn't find it after about three trips round the whole carpark so I phoned my dad who helped me buy the car originally. I was like "I've lost my Fiesta in the carpark, help me". And my dad was like "Look on the pub's roof". So I did, and there, to my amazement, was my Fiesta, glistening in the sunlight. My problem now was how to get it off the roof without trashing it.

Somehow I managed that but I don't remember exactly how. Driving home and again the street was full of people, yet no cars on the road (I don't know why I dreamt this with the people lol). And that's pretty much it.

Thanks for reading.

TB

What is it with my dreams about cars? Every dream I remember always has me in a car, or me driving, or something related to them. Weird.

Here's a short one from last night...

So what I remember first was discussing the Gumball Rallye with some customers in the pub where I work. I was saying how I'd love to do a UK style Gumball. Next thing I remember, I was in my brother's Renault Clio sat in the passenger seat and I don't know who was driving, I didn't recognise him. We were driving down the M1 (main motorway in UK) and we got really thirsty. The driver pressed this button above the radio and a Foster's draught tap and drip-tray appeared on the dashboard.

A few chilled pint glasses came out of the glove box and the driver clicked on auto-pilot. Then he just poured two pints of Foster's and we drank them while doing like 90mph on the M1. It was so weird.

That's all I remember.

TB

Here's one I had last night.

I was with some friends of mine in the pub that I work in and after the pub had closed (11:30pm) we decided to go to the local swimming baths, which did happen to be open at that time (a rarity in real life). We arrived there instantly, there was no travelling involved, and as I remember it, we were stood at the edge of the pool in less than a second of deciding to go swimming.

The water was absolutely boiling hot. Usually swimming baths keep a temperature of 27-29 celcius but this water must have been touching 40 celcius. It was hot. But we bared it. The four of us swam a few lengths and stopped to chat for a while. The two girls got out and sat on the edge of the pool, with their feet in the water, whereas myself and my mate stayed in the pool next to the girls' legs.

We were talking about kissing and breasts. The two girls were quite happy to get their boobs out and show them to me only, even though one of the girls was the girlfriend of my mate, and she didn't let him see. I could go on for paragraphs about how amazing this was. I can remember them perfectly, it was very clear, how they both moved their bikini tops out of the way and stuck their chests out, even letting me feel them. And since we were talking about kissing, I suggested the two girls make out to see what they think, whether they prefer kissing a girl or a guy.

So, breasts out, absolutely going for it kissing, I watched them. It was proper weird because these two girls are my friends and to see them practically naked and kissing was seriously arousing. Their hands slowly came up and they were groping each others' breasts and it basically turned into a lesbian scene.

My mate, who was in the pool with me, totally vanished and another one of my girl friends replaced him, who joined in with the other two girls, stripping off completely before getting out the pool.

Then I remember a whistle being blown that meant everyone had to get out and in the next few seconds, the water was absolutely still and there was no-one around, not even the three girls. I was completely alone and the lights had been turned off, there was just a steady glare of a few under-water lights in the pool.

I got out of the pool and proceeded to the changing rooms, where I found the three girls in their normal clothes, waiting for me to get changed. There was no chance that they were going to wait outside, as they all sat there looking at me, so I got naked and rubbed myself down with a towel, with the three girls watching me, one of them biting her lower lip.

It was just the weirdest thing ever. Three of my best mates (girls) in the male changing rooms, watching me get naked and dry myself. It was extremely weird, but at the same time, arousing. It was just so clear and vivid and so realistic.

The four of us then walked outside and we appeared back in the pub just before it closed. It was like we'd travelled forward in time.

That's it. Thanks for reading. I would do anything to have that same dream again.

TB

Last night I dreamt that me and my mates decided to go out into town to get drunk and generally get up to mischief. We arrived at the normal meeting place and at the normal time and headed up to the first bar. When we got in, it was completely empty inside. Outside it was absolutely heaving with people - a very busy night out - but inside this particular bar was a medium-sized table with five chairs, lit by a spotlight above, and a crate of beer by the side. The rest of the place was empty and dark.

For some reason we thought this was perfect and grabbed a seat immediately. The beers flowed easily and the usual banter was bantered by all five of us. When it's just The Boys (us five, collectively named) we go out to spy all the hotties and talk about girls and breasts, etc. But we weren't doing this. We were discussing flies. Flies?! We were saying how some of us preferred the slightly blue ones whereas some preferred the little ones that don't make too much noise. This was a serious debate and arguing started, so much so that myself and my best mate from The Boys decided to leave.

So the two of us ventured futher up town through tightly packed crowds of drunken lunatics, bashing shoulders as we struggled through. Our destination was a place called Data. The queue for Data is always mixed up with another club's because the two places are so close together. What we didn't know when we initially joining the queue was that we were actually in the wrong queue. Three or four hotties were queued up for, what it looked like, Data, so we natually wanted to follow them.

As the queued declined in size and as we approached the two doors, we realised we were getting further away from the group of hotties, and ultimately that we were in the wrong queue. We hopped across the now two visible lines of people but someone noticed and questioned us about it. The person that spoke to us was Maxwell from the UK reality-TV show Big Brother 6. I don't remember what was said but we apologised and he didn't mind too much when we explained that it happens frequently. To our knowledge of the situation, he was also trying to get with the group of hotties and we managed to get directly behind them. Maxwell disappeared then and I never saw him again.

Eventually we got into Data but yet again there was no-one in it. There was the same set-up as the last place, except there was a table and two seats. Despite the fact that we'd been in the queue for ages, and followed the hotties in, there was no-one there, and we didn't notice this, it seemed completely normal.

We sat down, began to drink and carried on the discussion about flies, of which we were in complete agreement. I took a swig from my beer and noticed, in the corner of my eye, the back of a blonde girl sat on a stool. I kept eyeing her until she turned around. It was one of my fellow work colleagues (she's absolutely gorgeous) and she walked over to say hi. We chatted for a bit and I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts as they were popping out everywhere and bouncing so much, especially when she laughed. She noticed this and walked away. When she sat down at her stool again, I watched her pick up a pint glass and started fiddling with it.

She turned around and launched this pint glass directly at me, with extreme power. Obviously I brought my arms up to my face and let out a yell, and that's when I woke up. I will ask my mum if she heard me yell or not.

That's it, from start to finish. Thanks for reading.

TB

I just had a really short dream in the last 30 mins or so. It woke me up so I thought I'd post it while it's fresh. Really detailed. This one was sooo nice.

It started with me opening the front door to my house and, instead of the outside being my car and a road, it was a beautiful rainforest. I recently got hold of some new MP3s that are basically the sounds of nature and rainforests, etc, absolutely gorgeous music. Anyway, I stepped out onto the soft terrain and I could hear similar music playing in the distance.

I walked a few paces. Amazed by the scenary, I turned around, my house had completely vanished and I was in the middle of this magnificent rainforest. The music I heard was faint and my curiosity made me walk towards it. I trod carefully through this maze of beauty, admiring everything as I walked. I could hear the stereotypical sounds of a rainforest - that constant midnight-like drone, birds singing, insects buzzing - in conjunction with this distant music, which made it so relaxing and so joyous.

I carried on walking, moving huge leaves carefully as I went, treading lightly. Birds were flying around and animals were making noises as I moved. The music was getting louder and I could locate its source with ease. I crouched down at an opening inbetween two huge trees. A bird landed next to me on a branch and flew away as I moved to look at it.

I bent two branches back which revealed a door-frame on its own. I crawled through the gap in the trees and approached the door. As I opened it the music was very clear and the sounds of the rainforest were at a peak. It was like reaching a climax and it felt absolutely superb. I walked through the door and found myself back in my street (where I should have been after leaving my house in the first place). I blinked, the sounds and music disappeared and it was back to normality. I turned around 180 degrees and stepped back through the door. I was now inside my house, and everything was normal. The door slammed behind me and that's what woke me up.

That is one of the nicest dreams I've ever had. Damn, that was so amazing. It felt so real as I was walking through the rainforest. The noises were so realistic and I felt the warmth of the atmosphere to. Then when I "got home" it went colder. It was so strange, but ultimately, one of the best dreams I've had for a long time.

TB

So I went back to bed after that phenomenal dream in the rainforest. I don't remember this one so clearly and there's a definite lack of detail.

It started with me standing at the top of a very grassy hill. The wind was blowing and the grass was moving in pretty patterns and waving up and down the hill. I pulled out my dream journal (this one, in fact) but it was in the form of a book. There were many entries in it, but I couldn't make out any words. I flicked to the end and my rainforest dream was there, and directly below was a comment by my brother.

Bit of background info regarding this online journal. At first, I didn't want any replies from other users, for some reason. Then I switched it to allow replies to see if someone could post something and help me understand what my dreams are all about, and what they mean. But then, with it getting longer, I would rather just keep all the posts in it belonging to me.

So seeing a comment at the bottom that was, as I remember, "LOL" really made me furious. I don't know how but I brought up a complaint form which listed all the mods/admins that were nearby to help me remove this unwanted comment (this can only be compared to "being online"). I don't remember the one name it listed though.

I don't remember submitting the complaint form, I think I was disturbed. But what I remember next is that I was at work doing my usual bartending job. Something was going on because all the shelves, that usually hold all the glasses, were littered with empty bottles. We have these green crates that are used to store bottles of orange juice, pineapple juice, tonic water, etc, and these were absolutely everywhere.

I was serving one particular person who asked for tomato juice and ice (yes we do do it) but I just couldn't find a glass anywhere. I asked my supervisor and he said "All the glasses are outside being washed." So I opened the back door to find some glasses and it was the most violent storm outside. The rain was beating down so hard and washing the glasses. My supervisor said "Wait for the sun to come out and dry them before using them." I was shocked and asked him what to do about the customers. He said something along the lines of "Forget them, tell them to go home."

So I turfed off these customers and began speaking to our potwasher who was in a spot of trouble. She wanted me to get a new graphics card for her potwashing machine. I thought this was totally normal and began talking to her about her system and which card I'd recommend. I can't remember which card it was now, but I ordered one, somehow, and it got delivered instantly. It was installed and the potwashing machine was back to full power.

I suggested putting the glasses in there so we had some clean ones and could serve customers but everyone shouting "NO!" at me. I was terrified, I really didn't expect such a reaction. And from that, I woke up.

Ok so I said there was a lack of detail but I still managed to type seven paragraphs, lol.

TB

Last night I went to bed quite late and I fell into a deep sleep almost instantly. I'd had a hard night at work dealing with stroppy customers (we're closing down for refurbishment in two weeks, so we're running stock down). I just didn't want to be there, it was so busy.

So anyways, my dream consisted of three main parts, but their endings are still not very clear. Here it goes.

Firstly, I was driving my mum in her car somewhere and there was a sudden electrical storm starting above of us, lightning striking every second. We pulled into a familiar carpark (I've probably dreamt it before) where the parking spaces were absolutely tiny. I parked the car as square as I could, reversing and inching forward to get it perfectly spaced. Somehow the front of the car was removed and we were sat in the open, but still in the seats of my mum's car.

Looking up towards the horizon, lightning was striking every second and very violently. It seemed to start from very far away, but the tip of the lightning was right next to our feet, it was very strange. We were both amazed and I kept telling my mum to stay where she was (inside the car) because we were insulated and if the car got struck we'd be ok. It was stunning to watch but I couldn't hear anything.

I don't know what happened next, I can't remember, but the next thing I recall consisted of me and three people researching lightning strikes. For some reason, we were walking through a tunnel in a park, investigating a couple of empty cans of Foster's on the ground. We weren't allowed to touch them because of fingerprints. Pictures we're being taken of the evidence and it felt like a crime scene, even though it was lightning research.

We ventured further and ended up inside some underground room that was littered with grafiti. We were discussing how the grafiti was abusive to the police, showing them being killed etc, it was really weird. There were some stairs leading further down and at the bottom of them was a very bright flashing. We approached steadily and found this person with his back to us, operating some machine on the wall. This was where lightning was created and distributed. It was the work of an underground psycho with a high-voltage machine. I am annoyed I can't remember more of this bit.

I remember running away back to the outside because I was scared. The next thing I recall was being, as it can only be described, in a video game. There was a small stand where all my friends were stood, and this was on a silver-blue floor about the size of half a basketball court, everywhere else was just black. It was so stereotypical of a first-person video game, whereby the edge of the map was just space.

There were little monsters that flew around, and one attacked me, it was fluttering around my head and I was flapping my arms trying to get rid of it. I remember seeing a green bar that was slowly turning red as I hit this monster and inflicted damage on it. The monster's bar was small whereas mine was a lot bigger, and didn't alter in colour at all. I remember someone saying "You need to get rid of its sting to kill it - it's inbetween the wings." Sure enough, it was, I pulled this big red needle from the monster and it crashed to the floor and shriveled up and died.

This was the level completed, and I was given a code so I could return to this level in the future. I tried entering the code somewhere but it was erroring. I kept on trying, getting really frustrated, but it said "Code not recognised." The next thing I remember was all my friends shriveling up as well and disappearing. I screamed and the game crashed. Everything totally froze. I could only move my eyes, I was completely stuck, frozen solid. I looked around, panic built up the dream ended. I didn't wake up here though, I just don't remember what happened afterwards.

That's the first night I've had three different dreams whilst staying entirely asleep. Quite fascinating. It took me a while to recall them this morning, as I lay in bed trying to remember. I remembered the three main things and some details came flowing back. If I think deep enough I'm sure more details would come back to me.

TB

Had this one two nights ago, and last night's is to follow as well. Been a bit busy recently so no time for any submissions.

Bit of background information for this first one. There is this girl at school, in my year, who is such a cock-tease, she really is. She's attractive, definitely, she has a good figure and she knows how to dress to show off her body (but not too much because of school dress-code rules), but it's still hot. She is always very flirty with everyone and very touchy feely. I'll call her Rachel for ease of telling the dream.

Anyways, it goes like this. Me and this girl were out in town one night with some friends. Rachel said she was running out of cash and asked if anyone wanted to walk with her to the cash machine. So I agreed and we left our usual bar. Whilst we were walking we got talking about relationships and sex, asking each other questions.

While she was operating the cash-machine I stood next to her and carried on talking. She grabbed her cash and said to me "I'm so horny." She put her hands on the cash-machine ledge and leant back a bit. I got infront of her and began kissing her. It started off really slow with some teasing going on between us and just brushing lips and slight petting.

As we were both getting into the flow of things, someone asked us to move as he wanted to use the cash machine. Gutted, we moved out the way and started walking, but decided not to go back to our friends, so it was just us two.

The next I thing I remember was turning up at her house. Her parents were on holiday and her younger sister was at a friend's house that night so we had the place to ourselves. There was such a change in atmosphere when the front door closed and we were inside - it was warm and quiet and very comfortable. Rachel kicked off her shoes and took of her jacket, throwing it on the stairs. She turned round, looked at me and smiled, and invited me into the lounge. I slipped off my shoes and followed her.

Her lounge was actually my lounge, everything was exactly the same - the furniture, the positionings, the electrical appliances, the decorating, everything. It felt like I was at home, even though it was not my house. I didn't comment on this though, it felt normal. Rachel sat down on the two-person sofa in the middle, so, wherever I sat I would be pretty much on-top of her.

I stood for a while, looking down at her into her eyes. She looked up, bit her bottom lip and smiled. I opened each button on my shirt and took it off. Approaching her slowly, I began to kiss her again, just like at the cash machine, starting slowly. It was very delicate and very passionate. We got into it a lot more this time. I was now sat down properly and she was sat on my lap with her knees either side. We stopped briefly and she proceeded to take off her top to reveal a very sexy bra. Her skin was perfect. Her body was so well-toned and in perfect shape. Her breasts looked absolutely fantastic.

I picked her up and switched our places. Now she was lying down on the sofa and I was kneeling on the floor. I began kissing her neck and she was moaning slightly. I kissed lower and lower, going beneath her bra, my breathing tickling her. I popped her jeans open one button at a time and pulled them off somehow, as I carried on kissing her tummy, going lower with each kiss. She was wearing the cutest little thong which I moved down slightly and discovered she was completely shaved. She stopped me going any further.

I put my head up and watched her undo her bra and slip it off. Her boobs were revealed and my god were they perfect as well. Both the same size, amazingly smooth, no blemishes, everything in the correct place, etc. I remember moving closer to her and the only thing in my field of vision was her breasts. I could not see lower or higher and there was nothing to either side. They were right in my face. I began caressing them and petting them slightly. I slid a hand down her tummy to her thong and just before going in for the kill someone shouted "Oi! Not here!" I was shocked. I looked up and we were at the cash-machine where we had started. Both of us were fully clothed. It was very weird how an instant before we were at her house and both practically naked, and then suddenly we weren't.

But the shock that that caused woke me up and ended the dream right there.

That is probably one of the most detailed dreams like that that I've had for ages. It was fantastic. Just wish it didn't go the way it did.

TB

This I dreamt last night, quite late, near the end of my sleeping session. Not as long as the previous one but still detailed, and the same kind of theme.

All of us (my friends and I) were at school and it was nearing our next lesson so we began walking to the correct room. Myself and this one particular girl pulled back a little and the rest of the group walked ahead of us. Soon enough it was just us two on our own. There is a road that leads down the side of our school and the two of us walked down there.

Near the bottom there was one of those lifeguard look-out chairs (the chair high-up on some ladders) but it was a two-seater. We both climbed up and sat there for a while. I've had a few flings with this girl before, she's absolutely fantastic, superb body and really nice to be with. Great kisser. Crackin' arse.

Sat at the top of this structure, we felt so detached from the world. She rested her head on my shoulder and I turned slowly to the side and started kissing her. She was smiling and wasn't pulling away at all. For some reason I was wearing my boxers only. I started to get a huge hardon, and because I was in boxers, I couldn't hide it at all, even though I tried. I remember tutting and saying "I'm well randy now" as she noticed.

She looked down at my boxers and naively asked if she could touch it (my boner). She gave it a good physical examination and was, if I may say so, very impressed. She smiled, let out a little nervous chuckle, and moved her head down towards my crotch to, you know what, but she stopped suddenly and looked around. From being detached from the world we suddenly felt like everyone was watching, even though there was no-one around.

The road we were on leads to a car-park and I suggested we carry on walking and "finish off" in my car. So we did. Instantly we were in my car, both naked. I have a vague memory of both us "going down" on each other but, disappointingly, it's not very clear. I don't remember anything else after that.

Just recently I've been having so many sexually-orientated dreams. I won't lie, I'm absolutely loving them, they are the best ones by far, but I've never had them this often before.

TB

During the day, I was discussing holidays, and places our family had been abroad, with my mum. We got talking about our holiday in New Zealand seven years ago and she also mentioned Australia (I wasn't even born then) but I think that's what initiated the following dream.

It started with me jumping off the roof of my car and running to the edge of a cliff about ten metres away. I stood and enjoyed the view, a fantastic picture that words struggle to describe. The golden sun, rolling, fluffy clouds, the grass swaying in the wind, it stretched back for miles. If I had the artistic skills I would paint it tomorrow as it's still quite vivid.

Anyways. My name was called from one of my friends, who was in the passenger seat of my car leaning over the driver's seat to call me. I turned back and two more of my friends were sat in the rear. They were all girls and, for some reason, they were only wearing a bra and thong. I walked back to my car and got in and continued driving. We were high up in some mountains somewhere in Australia.

Next I remember bearing left and going down a really steep hill, which at the bottom was a busy crossroads. The four of us were laughing at something but my mind was more focussed on the road after seeing lots of traffic suddenly appear. The girl in the passenger seat was holding a roadmap of the UK and we were trying to navigate to a British town. We just didn't realise that the map was of the UK and we were in Australia, and found this completely normal.

As I got closer to the crossroads, I still didn't know which direction to go. I blinked and when I re-opened my eyes the crossroad had turned into a roundabout. This was such a relief to all of us. I simply went all the way around and proceeded to go back on myself, up the hill. One of the girls in the rear suggested that we go back to the edge of the cliff to see if we remember where we're supposed to be going. As stupid as it sounds we all thought it was an amazing idea so we agreed to go back.

As I pulled up at the cliff-edge, everything was in the same place and on the same side as before. I didn't turn around or go a different route. (If you think about it, if I went back to the cliff-edge, surely it'd be on the opposite side to the first time I was there, but it wasn't). We all got out of my car and climbed on top of the roof. A big lorry went passed and caused a strong, cold wind, which made the three girls decide to get back in the car. I jumped off the roof and ran to the edge of the cliff about ten metres away (notice the repetition?). The view was exactly the same and my amazement and enjoyment was just as strong as before, like it was the first time I'd seen it.

My friend called, again, and I turned back, walked to my car, got in and drove off. As we beared left, laughing at something, the hill curved down and the same crossroads were at the bottom. I stopped laughing, just like before, and the girl in the passenger seat was reading the map of the UK. Just like before we still didn't know where to go so I purposely closed my eyes, so that the crossroads would turn into a roundabout like last time. But this didn't happen. I closed them again and blinked repeatedly but they stayed as crossroads. I didn't even think about breaking or trying to slow down, I just drove. I narrowly missed one car in the first perpendicular lane but when I was in the middle, I looked to my right and the same lorry that passed us on the cliff-edge was coming right towards me at high speed. It got about twenty centimetres from my door and the dream stopped.

I woke up, kind of, and stirred for a few minutes with my eyes closed. And that's all I remember. I must have fallen back to sleep after that as I woke up this morning and I was able to recall it all instantly.

TB

The other day I was discussing motorbikes / motorcycles with my dad, and we were both in agreement of having a certain lust for power, which these bikes do hold. We got chatting quite deeply and that is what caused the following dream a few nights ago.

The road that my old house was on is shaped like an elongated circle, it does actually look just like 0 but obviously bigger. We used to live in the bottom left corner of this circle and so there was a good stretch of straight road we had there (up to the top left). My brother always used to belt his old car up and down this particular part of my old street.

Anyway, to the dream. It was my birthday, of all starts, and my dad had wrapped up a toolbox as a present for me. As I ripped the paper back I was a bit confused and didn't realise what this meant. But then he lead me to our garage where there was a bedside-table-sized box wrapped in the same type of paper. I ripped this open and was amazed to see that it was a build-your-own motorbike.

I don't actually remember building it at all. The next thing that happened was me sitting on the finished product, getting ready to start it up. I did so and it roared like an angry lion. I could feel the power already. This was what I wanted to experience - that feeling of intense acceleration from a powerful motorbike.

I engaged the gear and pulled my wrist back and off I went. I remember feeling absolutely amazing, as I accelerated as hard as the bike would let me, down this stretch of road. I don't get that adrenaline buzz or similar feelings when I thrash my car because it's just not powerful enough. Anyway, I was still accelerating hard, and the adrenaline was pumping and I was smiling so much. I touched 80mph and noticed I was getting very near to the curve in the road.

So I thought nothing of it, and as I got to the curve I leaned right and steared, but I fell off instantly. It was strange because I was going 80+ mph and then I suddenly fell of the bike, to the side, but it wasn't tragic at all. There was no damage to me or the bike. It was like I had fallen softly on a landing mat, going at not even 5mph.

I was frustrated that I didn't make the corner, I couldn't think why. So I got on the bike and raced hard back to where I initially started the bike up. I turned it around when I got there and did the same again - I thrashed the bike with all its power. I revved it so high, it was screaming, but it felt so amazing, that feeling of acceleration and power. Quite indescribable for my vocabulary to manage with.

The corner approached me again, and I tried to turn it by leaning the bike and stearing. But again I fell off. I never sustained any injury, nor did the bike sustain any damage, it was very strange how I was going 80mph then suddenly falling off softly. But I thought nothing of that, I was determined to get round this corner. I picked myself and the bike up, jumped on it again and went back to the start.

I did the same again - thrashed the bike's accelerating power and got that feeling again (it's so good). This time I slowed down a bit. I was going about 50mph when I got to the corner and I just couldn't balance the bike whatsoever. It was like sitting on a bicycle when you're stationary, trying to balance. I fell off, again.

So I gave up and admitted defeat that I wasn't going to get round that corner. So I drove back to my garage and my dad said I should take the bike apart to keep it safe. I agreed (why?!) and I got to work. However, I ended up building a car from the same equipment. My cousin appeared and told me it was going to rain so I should get my vehicle inside the garage. So me and my cousin pushed the car into the garage.

It did start to chuck it down after that, and we ran inside. When I sat down at the table for dinner, the toolbox that I opened first was on the floor next to me, still wrapped up. I looked up, frowned at my dad, and a motorbike was coming towards the window behind him. It frightened me and I woke up.

Weird eh? But awesome, it was great.

TB

I've been having loads of dreams recently, but my recollection of them has been poor - only remembering minor details, which isn't enough to puzzle them all together. However, last night I had a dream, which I remember more of.

It started in the morning and I was on my way to school, though, not for a regular day of learning, but as a meeting place for my friends and I - we had planned to go out somewhere and make something of the day.

I arrived at school and all my friends were there. I learned that we waiting for two more people, which I didn't know, to turn up. From behind the corner of a wall, a boy and a girl appeared, holding hands. I don't remember many details about the guy but he was of a big build and quite tall. The girl, however, was stunningly beautiful. She was about five-feet-seven with long, slender legs. She had a slim waist and a brilliant bust to match. Her face was neither long nor podgy and she had a superb head of blonde hair that partly covered her left side and went down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were deep and of a very bright and vivid blue. She had a cute little nose as well, and her mouth and lips were in perfect proportion with the rest of her face.

She was wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans, which were boot-cut at the bottom, and covered half of her white shoes. Her torso was dressed with a tight, white t-shirt that was obviously one size too small, and she meant it to be. It hugged her boobs amazingly, to the extent where her bra was visible through it, which was plain and white. The t-shirt, being small, cut off just before her jeans so her cute little tummy was visible. She also wore a dark-grey jacket that she had left unzipped. She walked with a slight bounce that was visible by her boobs, obviously, and her gorgeous hair.

I fell in love, instantly. As she walked closer to us that feeling intensified. Her and her boyfriend knew all the members of our group except for me, and my friends knew exactly how I was feeling and knew I had taken an immediate loving to her. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and surprisingly, she couldn't take her eyes off mine. I totally ignored the fact that her boyfriend was standing right there as I gazed into her loving eyes.

I was introduced to them and vise-versa, and I can't, for the life of me, remember what her name was. The guy was called Bill, which I couldn't care less about. I just don't remember what her name was. The group chatted for a while and decided what we'd do for the day, whilst myself and the girl properly introduced ourselves, never leaving eye contact, and sharing lots of smiles.

They had decided where we were going, and we set off. Bill and Rachel (I'm just gonna call her Rachel from now on) lead the pack and the rest of us followed in partners or threes. Instantly after Rachel turned away from me, my friends looked at me and smiled. They knew how I was feeling. Ben said to me "We all went through it, don't bother with her, man." I replied with "What do you mean?" to which he responded with "We can all tell you've fallen in love. So did we. Her and Bill are too close for anything to happen between you two, so give up while you can." I laughed and smirked at him and said "Just you watch..." We carried on walking, I was eyeing her all the way.

Funnily enough, we went to the pub, like all British 19 year olds do on a day off. We sat outside around a table. Rachel and I took opposite seats on purpose so we were facing each other. Bill muscled in closely to her, obviously realising the connection between Rachel and I, attempted to scare me off or something... Being the gentleman that I am, I offered to buy the first round. I voiced if anyone would like to come to the bar with me to help carry the drinks. Rachel jumped at the chance and stood up with me, our eyes met and held for a while. Bill looked disgusted but I couldn't give a shit.

We walked to the bar touching shoulders, there was obvious chemistry between us. After ordering, we slouched at the bar to wait for the bartender to pull our drinks. Talk started immediately and we turned to face each other. I don't remember any dialect but it lasted for ages. So long, in fact, that the drinks next to us had gone flat. I remember her pushing her hair back and rolling it behind her ears in a really sexy manner. There was lots of flirty touching and laughing, and the eye contact never stopped. We were so comfortable together and she was fucking gorgeous.

We got back to the table outside. The beers flowed and the chatting echoed on for hours. The connection between Rachel and I was outstanding. Bill had given up trying to protect her and had turned to face the rest of the group. Rachel and I were linking legs and playing footsy under the table. Her smile and her laugh were so cute. Bill stood up and announced he needed to take a trip to the toilet. As he passed Rachel, he gently grabbed her shoulders and kissed her cheek, then glared at me. Rachel, though, cringed and pulled a disgusted face, making it obvious to me but hiding it from Bill. It was hilarious. Bill disappeared and the rest of the group were really involved with some deep discussion, so I asked Rachel if I could kiss her. She didn't even think for a second before accepting my offer and leaning over the table.

Our lips touched. It started off extremely timid and gently, with very slight petting and lots of smiling. We gradually worked our way up with more kissing and a slight bit of tongue. I sensed Bill coming back from his toilet trip so I sat down quickly and grabbed my beer. Rachel sat down too, knowing fully why we stopped. As Bill sat down, Rachel and I eyed each other and shared a really deep smile.

Time passed and we finished our last drink. We headed back to school, where we met initially, this time I was walking with Rachel. After arriving at school we sat on a long, thin table. Rachel took the end seat and I sat next to her. I don't actually know where Bill was at this time. He had gone, for the time being. Rachel and I turned and sat to face each other. Since Bill was not around, and my friends knew Rachel and I had got very close and didn't care what we did, we started kissing again. It started just like before but because we had more time and more freedom, it really got going. It was so good. Hands were involved this time. She ran hers through my hair and down my back, and so did I, reaching down to her bum. She grabbed one of my hands and put it on her boob, which I wasn't expecting but enthusiastically appreciated. For a dream, it was such a fantastic feeling. The whole moment felt so unbelievably real.

Suddenly some music started playing, and it was very dark. My friends jumped up and disappeared to a dancefloor round the corner. Rachel looked up and noticed how beautiful the stars were. She turned round and snuggled into my lap. I stroked her hair and her face as we watched the stars together. Very soppy and romantic, haha. She let me have a play with her boobs, which she obviously knew was one of her sexiest features. I can feel them now, I really can. It was so realistic. They were just amazing. So pert and beautifully shaped, even though her bra and t-shirt were still on. She was loving it as she closed her eyes and moaned slightly, giving me a huge hardon.

Bill appeared from the dancefloor and looked at us for a brief moment. For some reason he was covered in blood. We looked back at him but didn't react to either fact that he was covered in blood or that I was groping his girlfriend's boobs right infront of him.

The next thing I remember was standing on the dancefloor looking for Simon. I found Ben and asked him "Where the fook is Simon?" and he pointed over my shoulder. There he was, indeed, and I went over, but Rachel was there too, dancing. She grabbed me and pulled me to the side and we started kissing again. I'm not going to describe it again but it was just like the second time - really really hot.

Shortly after that I woke up, and it all ended. I was so gutted when I woke up, seriously. It should have carried on, I wanted to take her back to my car.

But there we go. I really enjoyed that dream and I'm so glad I remembered a lot of it. I'm just annoyed that I have no idea who Rachel was, I've never seen her before, but she was so unbelievably hot. I am gutted that all we got to do was kiss. I hope she comes back in my future dreams.

TB

Need to get this out of my memory while it's fresh. Had this last night, so, here it is.

It started with me lying down in my nan's old caravan. [Years ago we used to go there for the weekend, at a caravan site that sat on a river. I used to sleep in the same place everytime]. I was lying in that very same place, laughing at something. I sat up, still smiling, and looked to my right. My friends were there, about six of them, I don't remember exactly. They were playing around with someone's digital camera, sat on the floor.

Pictures were being snapped as I sat a few feet away, watching and laughing at the fun and games. I moved closer to be with the group, and S fell back with a burst of laughter. She fell into my lap and Z jumped at the chance of it being a perfect picture. Myself and S hugged for the picture as it was snapped. I suddenly seemed to be the centre of attention. In real life I absolutely hate my picture being taken, I am very camera shy. But in this dream, it felt like I was the most handsome guy ever, and I loved being infront of the camera. More group pictures were taken.

All of us stood up and decided to go for a walk. [At this caravan park there are two locks to control the water / boats along the river]. We went to one of the locks and were still fooling around with the camera, taking snaps of us hugging and generally being really close friends. Someone suggested that the river would be a great place to get more pictures, but we didn't have anything to get on the river with.

We walked back to my nan's caravan a bit disappointed at our loss, when suddenly a guy in a boat on the river called out to me. "Hey," he said "I've got these for you." The river bank was fenced with a few strips of wire, and the man pushed four small rubber dinghies through it. I struggled with the last dinghy as it got caught on the wire. It went quiet for a moment and to break the silence I said the man "So is that all, do you need paying or..?" "Oh, no," he replied "Si's already paid up here with his CC." "Oh right," I acknowledged.

No-one noticed but the fence came down, and we put our dinghies on the water. As I was the handsome one, the cool one, I was pushed into trying it first. I thought about it, but knew that I wasn't going to get anywhere without my feet getting wet. So I backed off and voiced "No, I can't get these shoes wet, they're brand new."

We took our dinghies off the river bank and back to the caravan. I twirled mine around pondering how to use it on the river. I threw it up high and it went over my head and behind me. Without looking, I kicked it with the rear of my foot. I turned around and my dinghy had ripped into strips of material. I paniced because Si had just bought these, and I had ripped mine already.

I collected all the strips of material, there were loads, and carried them to underneath the caravan next to our's. I had a picture and a description of my dinghy in my mind, and I needed to piece these strips of material together to fix it. It was like putting a load of articles from a newspaper into chronological order, how you line them up, etc. There were certain things that I had to remember, such as, the base of the dinghy was to be that tough rubber material, so it was waterproof. The top of the dinghy wasn't as waterproof, but had a nilon feel to it. The inside layers were also smooth rubber. But I had come across two unknown pieces of material, which were green and yellow, whereas my dinghy was brown. I could not, for the life of me, figure out where these were supposed to go.

Z shouted out for Si as he was on his was back. My dinghy wasn't fixed and I started to panic. I thought "Don't worry, Si's a top man, he'll be cool with it." He confronted me "B, where's your dinghy I bought?" I replied with "Err, man, it ripped just earlier, trying to fix it, really sorry." He looked at me and tutted once, then walked away. I felt soooo upset and hurt, it was a really intense emotion. And with that, I woke up.

I was extremely concious of it when I was awake (it was about 6:30am) and I wanted to carry on dreaming it. But I fell asleep and nothing happened.

TB

Been a while since I added to my Dream Journal - been having a few problems with dream recall and whatever is associated with it. But last night, however, I had a strange dream that has been on my mind all day. I don't usually dream things like this but I am glad I can recall it. This is the first dream I've recalled for weeks...

It started with me at work. Everything was normal, not very different to a usual day. About an hour before I am due to leave, I go down to reception to pick up some files and I see my mum stood there. A bit strange because she must be here to see me for a reason, so I say "Heya how's it going?" (or words to that effect). She is like "Not much, just wondering if you can pick me up from the hospital when you finish, as I don't have my car with me." So I am like "Yeh, absolutely no worries, I'll see you at half 5." And that was that.

It gets to home-time so I turn of the PCs, collect all my stuff and head out. I pass reception and I notice my brother waiting for me. He was just normal too, but he had his bike with him. Since he lives away from home I was surprised to see him and so it was the typical "Omg hi man, how's it going? Geeze, long-time no see" etc... We chatted for a while but decided to go into town and have a few beers, spend a bit of time catching up.

So we did do. We loaded his bike into the back of my van and we set off into town. I had completely forgotten about my mum at the hospital. Well, one beer turned into two, and two turned into four, and four turned into eight. I don't remember drinking them, or ever being in town, but the next that happened was me getting on the bus to get home. It must have been late, about 10pm, and it was raining. I had to get the bus because I would have been too drunk to drive.

I got home, went upstairs and flopped into bed. Then I remember waking up (in my dream) by a noise somewhere. I lay awake for a while, listening, until I had to go and investigate. I went downstairs (that's also odd, because I used to live in a house, but I've been in this bungalow for six years now) and listened again. It was dark but I knew where I was going. I opened the front door and nothing was there. I went to the back door and nothing was there either. I stood in the lounge and listened, whilst looking out of the patio doors, and then I noticed it. It was my mum half-sprawled on the sofa right next to me, groaning in pain, and shivering.

I was like "Fuck, shit, shit!" I absolutely couldn't believe it, as I remembered what/who I forgotten. For some reason I was completely sober now. My mum was soaking wet from head to toe, and painfully shivering cold, she was white as snow too. A massive feeling of panic hit me so hard, it was very strong, and then adrenaline, and then emotion, it was absolutely crazy - I remember all of this.

I got her to her feet but she collapsed again, still crying and shivering. It felt so real, it really did. [It actually hurts to see your mum like that, I have never seen it before in real life, and my dream felt so real, so, you can see the connection]. I picked her up in my arms and starting rubbing her to warm her up. I had so much emotion whizzing round my head, it was crazy. I took her upstairs into the bathroom and started rubbing her with a towel, holding her close to warm her up, but it got too much for me to see her like this and I started crying. It wasn't a baby's cry, it was a really deep, heavy cry, from the heart, proper powerful. I was saying I'm so sorry and that I loved her and I feel so stupid for forgetting her today.

Maybe I can't describe it as well as I recall this dream in my head, but that's the general jist. It was somewhat of a nightmare to be honest. To see my mum in that state, and think it was real, and all those emotions and feelings hitting me so hard, and the crying, it was so intense...

It did wake me up, at about 5am, and I was boiling hot. My bed was damp from sweating all over, and my breathing was faster. When I became fully awake I sat up for a minute just running that dream through my head thinking "Fuckin' hell..." It was really heavy.

Thanks for reading.

TB

Just a quick one before I think about going to bed.

I don't quite remember when I had this one, perhaps some-time last week, but it sticked in my mind for a bit. Some background information, as usual... I used to go out with a girl when I was 16. I never told any of my friends about her, and because they didn't know her, it was easy to keep it away from them. I basically just didn't want them to know. They didn't know her, and they didn't know I had a girlfriend, it was all sweet. We were together for about three months.

So, my dream... I was walking through town with my friends one afternoon, on our way to the cinema. There weren't many people around, it was very quiet. We turned a corner near to be presented with a very long stretch of road, which lead to the cinema. This isn't true in reality but it felt normal to us. I subconciously noticed a group of people in the distance and couldn't quite work out which way they were walking. I thought nothing of it.

Minutes passed and I came to the conclusion that this group (girls) were walking towards us. There were three of them. As I watched, the way the girl in the middle walked was very familiar to me. I pondered it for a while, trying to work out where I had seen it before. And yes, to cut a lot of text out, it was my ex.

Typically, she looked as hot as ever, which always happens in my dreams. She was wearing a small one-piece dress, that came to the middle of her thighs, and, of course, it was low-cut and showed some of her superb cleavage. Her hair was long, silky and looked very sexy. A pair of white shoes finished her appearance.

My friends obviously didn't know her, but I did, and I couldn't let them know that I did. Me and her caught eyes, and shared a smile. As we passed each other, she winked at me. My mates smirked and produced the usual "Ahhaha you're in! Go get her!" lark, but I knew that this meant she wanted to meet up in private. In real life we never had any signals or motions that meant anything, but in my dream it seemed to be like a secret code.

Further background information - I used to catch this TV show called Bernard's Watch, and he had a special clock that could freeze time. Everything else around him would be completely still, frozen in time, yet he could still move. I've had hundreds of day-dreams and fantasies about being able to do that, and the things I'd do if I could.

I pressed my watch, and everything stopped. I was the only person that could move. My ex had walked passed by this time, so I turned around and caught her up. I took out some conveniently placed paper and a pen from my pocket, and wrote down some instructions. I put these in her pocket, returned to my position with my mates, and un-froze time. We carried on as though nothing had happened.

After the movie, I said goodbye to my mates and walked to where I told my ex to meet me. She questioned how I put that piece of paper in her pocket, but I just winked at her and it was like she knew what I meant. Damn she looked gorgeous. We shared a large coffee and chatted, touching each others' legs. I invited her home. She didn't refuse, and we set off.

Back home, it was obvious what was going to happen. I remember telling myself "This is what usually happens in these kind of dreams" so I suppose it was partly lucid. I let it commence. We were in my room and I perched on the end of the bed and watched her undress slowly. Both naked, we touched, hugged and caressed each other. It was very enjoyable. There was no sex, nothing at all, it just felt great to "see" her again, so vividly.

Through the whole of the next day I couldn't stop thinking about her. We were together four years ago but my feelings during that day were like we split up the day before. I was quite down. I missed her. In reality I hadn't seen her for the best of four years. But because my dream was so vivid and so life-like, it felt as though we were back together. Really strange, but very enjoyable, I absolutely loved it.

TB

It has been a long time since I've submitted an entry, so I thought I'd pay Dreamviews a visit and get my thread rolling again.

It seems I no-longer have any ability to recall my dreams anymore. I haven't been able to for a long time. I seem to be under a fair amount of stress and anxiety and my days are busy from the moment I wake up to the moment I lay down. It's quite sad because I really miss it. I know I dream every night, I can remember that much. I wake up a bit clueless, and bit stunned, knowing I've dreamt but not knowing what I dreamt exactly. But then my full concious kicks in and bang, my day starts, I'm awake, I'm out of bed, etc.

I need to get my recall back, I really do. I now share a double bed with my fiance, maybe this affects it. If one of us has a bad sleep, so does the other. We wear off on each other every night. I don't really know what to do about this. I think I could get a much better night's sleep alone, like I'm used to.

I have started up yoga. I see this as an opportunity to get back into the swing of things. It's highly relaxing, and slightly meditational. Hopefully this can spark back my enthusiasm for the whole spiritual thing, and get me into dreaming again.

Dreams as of late, as far as I can predict, haven't been of anything interesting, nothing abnormal, just boring dreams.

I need to get this back. Watch this space.

Thanks for reading.

TB

Just a quick entry. I'm at work so I must be brief.

We've had some terrible rain here recently, and my dream last night was about it.

My fiance and I were walking along, what seemed to be, a beach front. The sea was harsh, and very high, very violent. A red car floated past us and I was quite amazed. In the distance I saw silver car with four old people in it get hit by a huge wave. I don't know why the car was on that side of the railings, but it was, and this was okay. The car seemed to sink so rapidly, I saw the fear on the peoples' faces.

The next thing I remember, the car had vanished underwater. The four people were scattered about the sea. Two of them were like bowling skittles just bobbing up and down in the sea, not moving. The other two were swimming around trying to find them. My fiance and I were now inside, watching the commotion.

That's all that happened. Thanks for reading.

TB

Wow these are awsome!