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I dreamed last night I was on a playground, surrounded by kids dressed like the characters from Dick and Jane. Old time kids, with ancient hair cuts and patent leather shoes and girls wearing dresses instead of baggy jeans and half tops.

They were playing marbles on the blacktop, even the girls in their pretty pinafores kneeling on the dirty ground, their knees blackened and tiny little pebbles sticking to their skin. The boys would flick the marbles around and the girls would cheer.

They saw me standing there and stopped the game. I must have looked strange to them, dressed as I was in a football jersey and torn jeans, Converse All-Stars on my feet. I thought at first they were frightened, but then they gathered together and formed a circle around me, holding hand, skipping to the right and then to the left and singing:

I see London
I see France
I see Jamie's underpants

I looked around for Jamie, whoever he or she was, but didn't see any little kid crying at being singled out. And then the kids pointed to the sky.

The sky had darkened, not with clouds or rain, but with thousands of helicopters and planes. Here and there a flame would shoot across the sky like a comet, followed by a loud bang.

The kids circled me again. Skipped to the left. To the right. And sang.

I see Germany
I see France
I see Saddam's underpants

I giggled nervously and then joined hands with kids as we circle around a flagpole, the stars and stripes waving in a hot wind brought on by fire.

And then the damn alarm.


Do you get off on being a nonsensical moron?
I don't mean that in a bad way, OK? Please don't misunderstand where I'm coming from.
ha..ha... ... OK, bye bye now......hmm ok...bye..

Stupid fuck. Do you not dream?

Nevermind, the answer's in the question.

scoopy, Do you get off on being a nonsensical moron?
I don't mean that in a bad way, OK? Please don't misunderstand where I'm coming from....

That reminds me of a dream sequence from the movie La Bamba.

Sounds very Sarah Connor-ish to me.

Itís a great dream. Nursery rhymes usually have some dark undertones Ė ring around the rosie about smallpox Ė but I never saw the dark undertones of the underpants song until now.

I usually donít worry about apocalyptic dreams unless Iím having a lot of them.

i think it's a culmination of some of the things you are worried about lately. usually that is what our mind does, just jumbles everything together from our memory banks and spits it out at us.

analyzing dreams is a very interesting yet touchy subject. i personally don't put too much stock in them as i've mentioned what they really come from, but i do think they bring up issues within ourselves that we should think about but in a concious state with more sense and feeling involved.

You certainly have some weird-ass dreams. I'm going with D. Are robots trying to kill your kids?


Awesome! :)

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I don't know if it will help with your dream but...it does have to do with geography and Iraq as it relates to us in a way...


  • Between 18 and 24 a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile deltas.
  • Between 24 and 30 a woman is like America, well developed and open to
    trade especially for someone with cash.
  • Between 30 and 36 she is like India, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
  • Between 36 and 45 a woman is like France. Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
  • Between 45 and 54 she is like Yugoslavia, lost the war - haunted by past mistakes. Massive reconstruction is now necessary.
  • Between 54 and 63, she is like Russia, very wide and borders are miles away.
  • Between 63 and 72, a woman is like Mongolia, with a glorious and all conquering past but alas, no future.
  • After 72, women become like Afghanistan. Almost everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go there.


  • Between 15 and 85 a man is like Iraq - ruled by a dick

I have had this recurring dream - it's after the superbowl, suddenly a USMC helicopter lands on the pitch. Out steps President Bush, with Bin Ladens head in a bucket. He gets the MVP to field kick it between the goalposts. Crowd goes crazy.

You sure that wasn't a premonition, Kevin?

Gee, wouldn't it be great? It's the 5th time I've had it this month!

Just in case it is a premonition - who won the game?

I'm not big on football, but the bloke had a black and grey helmet on ... heh heh heh ...

Which begs the question "What does Saddam wear?"

Briefs, boxers, thong, Hanes, Fruit of the Loom, panties, loin cloth, au natural, ...?

... or maybe a diaper since he doesn't wear one on his head.

Sounds more like it was your subconscious (or your inner child?) reveling in the fact that the childish games of Germany, France and Iraq are finally coming to an end--- and all three nations are going to be caught with their pants down.