Thread: DCs Say the Darndest Things

"Hey everyone lets watch him have sex on the pavement".

DC Mum: "The oranges are snoring."


However, after looking at my dream dictionary, it actually makes a little sense.

Orange as a colour represents our physical and mental energies, and as a fruit it portrays the nourishing benefits of using our inner energies/resources to help others. And snoring advises that one isn't getting solid rest; indicates a need to improve the quality of respite periods; may warn of an inner restlessness.

So it's sort of telling me that to be able to use said energies, I need to be well rested. Not just sleep a lot, but have good quality sleep.

Even with nonsense, the DCs can make more sense than you first give them credit for. It's almost as if we haven't heard them correctly.

This was from a nightmare I had when I was really young, in fact only the second nightmare I can ever remember having (The first one, me and my entire family were turned into lifeless cherries). I was outside at night, running from a flying, glowing, ghost-goblin type of thing. My mom yelled out the window, saying "If you don't scream he won't bother you!" Sure enough, I screamed, it picked me up, flew me around, then dropped me. I woke right before hitting the ground.

Last night I had a DC stop me from exiting a sewer and he told me: "You can't leave until you give me your name and college major."

Originally Posted by lagunagirl

woman (addressing that one guy): hey! John! you're coming here again today? is this your 3rd time?
John: (looking emberassed turns to us and says): its.... it's the eskimos okay!? I just can't stay away!!!

An eskimo addict?


Last night, in a non LD, I started choking on a round icicle.
I tugged at the DC beside me for help. She turned to me, realized what was happening as I still had some of the round icicles in my other hand. She looked at me sterly and said, "Bet that's not the first time you've choked on balls."

In spite of me choking to death, I burst out in strangled laughter and that dislodged the icicle from my throat.

I dreamed once of something that looked like a movie trailor, but in my dream it was like a preview for real life and what was going to happen in the future. The sky was dark and stormy and this awful black monster was in the middle and the guy narrating said "The world will all end with the monster storm named Misha." He said it so matter of fact too.. and it's the only words I remember from the dream. very chilling. I've met a few Mishas since then and have not been interested in getting to know them, or quite frankly ever see them again.

I once had a daydream that was starting to drift into the realm of a full dream, in which one of the DCs was singing the original Pokemon theme song, but instead of "Our courage will pull us through" he sang "The carrots will pull us through." Weird.

Ah, this thread made me pay closer attention to what my DCs say, and they are strange beings.

Last night I dreamt I was driving and someone bumped into the back of me. I had had a drink, so I did not want to deal with police, so I told my friend who was with me that I was just going to keep driving and act like I didn't feel them bump into me. She kept saying "No! you can't do that! They will know you felt it because of the fingers!" I kept asking her what she meant but she kept rambling on about fingers. weird.

Then when I had to confront the police officer, I was saying there wasn't even any damage so we should just let it go. But he was just shaking his head while writing up his report saying "We might could let it go if it weren't for all the plastic." And when I would ask him what he was talking about he would just ramble on about plastic. I was so confused.

I was lying in a green field on top of a woman. She asks: "Am I a cow?"

My wife at the time was pregnant with our first child. I was having a lucid and asked my spirit guide what we were going to have?? (boy/girl).

The spirit guide said: "Stand and Deliver!"

After I'd somehow managed to pause a boardgame about Napoleon, a DC informed me that a fart smelled like "wet cement".

Was rather strange. =/

My dad: "Why won't you trade belts? My belt is made of quality denim, the same as your leather jacket".

Had another dream. For some reason, me and mum were driving around some town, looking for a place to toast our sandwiches. We stopped to toast them in the tea room in a presbysterian church, and we weren't allowed because we were Catholic and weren't going to attend the service.

So as we're leaving, my DC mum claims that it was "So embarrassing that we might as well have been eating off the baby's bib!"

I was in a Looney Tunes cartoon. In the concluding scene, there was a huge group of women, all of which looked like the granny from the Tweety and Sylvester cartoons. One of them stepped forward from the center of the group to speak the final line of the cartoon before the credits rolled:

"Hey chikka fleng, you're gonna lose your marbles! Hey chikka fleng, you're gonna lose your marbles!"

lmao. this thread is awesome i have to remember some quotes now...

In one of my dreams my friend asked his mom if his rash smelled.

Originally Posted by Noske

After I'd somehow managed to pause a boardgame about Napoleon, a DC informed me that a fart smelled like "wet cement".

Was rather strange. =/

Well, wet cement does smell pretty bad

Yes, but it's far more pleasant than one of those diarrhea farts. Just imagine. Pooey bum-cheeks flapping together in the wind....=[

Man, had another strange dream. After Lucius Malfoy had finished dancing with Joan of Arc, she claimed that I had to tell Lucius why I was "declaring my undying love for a pine tree."

Apparently she'd turned into this ghost and then hid inside the top of a pine tree that had been cut down and was leaning against a war memorial.

Originally Posted by Noske

Yes, but it's far more pleasant than one of those diarrhea farts. Just imagine. Pooey bum-cheeks flapping together in the wind....=[

the image i get is almost too real to withstand....

pffffffttttttt *splatter*


but to add to the thread...

Me to DC: What are we doing? ( we have a cart with speakers on it)
DC: playing heavy metal in retirement homes.
Me: These people are too old to be listening to this shit
DC: Man, these people don't know how to PARTY! (talking about 90 year-olds in wheelchairs)

Originally Posted by Noske

Man, had another strange dream. After Lucius Malfoy had finished dancing with Joan of Arc, she claimed that I had to tell Lucius why I was "declaring my undying love for a pine tree."

Apparently she'd turned into this ghost and then hid inside the top of a pine tree that had been cut down and was leaning against a war memorial.

That's really cool. Do you have a dream journal on here?

Yeah, I do have a dream journal on here. However. I'm deleting it in favour of hosting it on Blogger, so that I can add bits and pieces from my waking life in regards to it all.

So the link to my journal is http://whitedovemessenger.blogspot.com

My girlfriend talking about some random teenager - " Trust me, its your dad. "

Hehe.

1000.