Last night I dreamed that I went to "The Church of Satan," as in a building. I knew it was in San Francisco. We listened to a sermon. When the sermon was over we had a big party with lots of food, balloons, music and we all lined up to torture each other.

This was my first Satanic dream. I believe that I am off to a good start.

Well...we all know what the balloons represent.
Other than that, you may be a nutter.

Oh boy, when it comes to crazy dreams I take the cake.

Here's one I had in my teens that I'll NEVER forget:

I was in a video store looking to rent movies to bring home. While I was browsing through a section the movies, I came across one that had a picture of a High School friend on the cover. The movie was called WALK. Then, right behind it, I came across another tape with the same kid standing in front of his house holding two fingers up. It was called WALK II: WALKING HOME.

Then I woke up. I still somehow can't get it out of my mind.

Hahaha, Walk...

Amazing.

I have recurring dreams of different variation, but MOST of them end up with Jurrassic Park being the primary source of material. Last night I had a dream that I had failed in life, so my girlfriend had to pay the rent all the time, and she told her mother about it. Then half way through, I was climbing the electric fence to escape the T-Rex. The other memorable one was where I was in a garage, filling up with water, wearing a halloween costume, and a T-Rex materialized out of nowhere and ate me.

Something is wrong with me.

That's hilarious!

It's pretty damn interesting how many dreams have a tendency to just change all of a sudden or out of nowhere.

I woke up about two hours ago form a dream myself.

The dream started off as me and my uncle were getting ready to go to a Slayer concert. This was strange considering I probably wouldn't go and my uncle could care less himself. My grandmother was there and proceeded to give me around a thousand dollars to ensure a good time. (that is not strange, the amount is, but otherwise no)

Soon, Kerry King comes through the door proclaiming he is ready to get "drunk as fuck". (I don't know what the hell this is about either) So we all walk to the concert, but I fall behind unable to catch up. I get lost and ...In his Camero, Sebastian Bach stops by and picks me up so that we can get to the concert. We proceed to get lost (We all know why Baz would get lost) on the interstate and we eventually decide that all those overpasses and buildings must be downtown where the concert is taking place. Somewhere down the line in the dream, some women get in the car with us. Once we get close to the venue, the dream ends, I wake up, smoke a cigarette and here I am after a couple hours.

Haha. Interesting topic, giving me a lot of laughs so far.

I giggled. Walk. Wow. Perhaps it is your destiny to make a movie called Walk? It could be about Henry David Thoreau because he wrote a book called, "Walking."

Yeah, something is wrong with ALL of us. But you made me laugh and that is the important part.

We already knew that, Sir Rooster.

I had this dream once that I was on an island and was being attacked by these fury green peanut people. I looked down and saw a squirrel at my feet and picked him up.The squirrel immediately went rigid and I began firing energy blasts out of his mouth hitting the peanut people. When I woke up I thought man Iam weird!

I used to have these weird dreams with reptiles and insects in them. I had a friend who was very much into raising snakes, lizards and frogs which always meant that he had live insects and very young mice around.

These things would always creep into my dreams during the week after I'd visited his place, always something weird where all of his menagerie had gotten out of their confines and I had to find a way out of the room without stepping on them.

The weird thing however was how my brain incorporated the baby mice, somehow it could not find a way to make those hairless little creatures creepy, so in my dream they were always transformed into little hairless baby Cthulhus - for some reason they never had scales, just this hairless skin.

I had a dream last night that largely consisted of Danny Wallace and how he was being interviewed, and the interviewer exposed him as actually being really unconfident and shy and that his jolly personality was all a big act.

Then I walked into a big church-like space where all these deformed people were clutching babies and the second coming of Jesus was born and the baby was carried out. When that happened a heavenly white light shone down into the church and washed over all the people who started crying out, and then I threw myself into the light which felt solid, and then I woke up.

I tend to have strange psychedelic dreams, but that one is particularly leftfield.