My childhood! Spaß am Dienstag (the TV show with Zini, the Wuslon)! And the Stooges had even a videogame!
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I think it was a case where it reached us much much later.
It´s funny to think that I saw the german TV premieres of The Six Million Dollar Man, the 1960s Batman series and Hogan´s Heroes when they were new. It certainly confuses people from other countries.
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Haha, I read that as coming out of his mouth 
Well, I often try to hear you say the things you write, though I have a rather short sample (and I don´t even know if you were doing a voice or talk always like that).*
Or you mean the text in the videos description? Yeah, me too. 
*I thought that because you said you heard a rhyme in “my voice”, lately.
Why are you most active when I can’t spend time on the forum?
I had a couple of dreams these days. I was in my family’s sea house and there were lots of chickens. We wanted them to lay eggs, but there were cats that wanted to chase / kill the chickens. Sometimes a chicken would lay a bunch of eggs, like 20 of them at once, but they were fragile and soft, like bubbles, and needed to cool down before we could take them, so we had to protect the eggs too from the cats. One of the chicken laid eggs that were white with green dots. It seemed to be important at the time.
Today I had a very long dream but I can’t remember much. I was interviewing at Google, on a nonexistent Google headquarter that I already dreamed another time. I was getting introduced the office by a current colleague of mine, but then an announcement came saying they were shutting the gates. So I went outside to move the car, and I brought it in the underground garage. The car was then some kind of self moving capsule through different corridors, and I wasn’t alone, there were my colleagues too, and we entered a changing room, because we had to put on our equipment for a laser tag game.
But instead of the usual neon-lighted arena, it was all dark. I could barely see the blinking light from the rifle that tells you where you’re aiming, and people kept shooting me in my back and I couldn’t see them. There was also a lot of people, because I kept bumping into others, and I remember thinking “the rules say no sumo wrestling” and I was worried that this continuous bumping and hitting could be considered such and I hoped they wouldn’t expel me from the game.
Then a bit of light came and I could see the arena, which looked like my University’s lecture hall ( http://people.unica.it/facoltadifarmacia/files/2010/10/AulaMagnaChimica.jpg for reference, sorry there’s no better picture ), and it was packed with people. I was on the highest chairs and had a sniper rifle, so I hid behind a desk and began shooting people. There were two guys dressed in a Mickey Mouse costume, my ex girlfriend, then other people in costumes, and now I notice I was cosplaying Ransome. Someone insulted me or something similar, like an insult sword fight 
and everyone looked at me and expected me to say something ransomish in return, but I knew there were my daughters and other children in the room so I lost my time trying to think how to self-censor myself and wasn’t effective. Then another guy, dressed as Venom, attacked me, and drooled all over my face. To which I replied in my Ransome voice “I haven’t been this wet since last time I saw your mom”.
Then it was dinner time, we all sat in the hall chairs and servers brought us food, and my daughter Alice was refusing hers, which was scrambled eggs and cottage cheese. I was sitting a couple of rows above her, so I go to her and ask “why, you love cottage cheese” and she says “I don’t want eggs”. Then another colleague of mine comes and tells me I can exchange seats if I want so I can sit next to her, to which I replay “I don’t need to, she needs to eat her meal and that’s it.”
I then come back home, and when I open the door, the door from another room opens and it’s Nathan Fillion (but in the dream I know he’s Richard Castle, and I know he’s my flatmate), wearing only a towel and looking like he just woke up with a hangover. We don’t even have to speak, I just know he came back home with a girl he doesn’t even remember. He closes the door and we go to the kitchen for a coffee (it’s suddenly early morning). I open my backpack and extract a Batman mask and give it to him, he asks where I found it, I answer I took it from a cosplay laser tag game this night. Then I add “would you be interested in a Gordon Freeman head too? I know you love this kind of stuff”, referencing something I actually saw a couple of days ago in a toy store here where I live - there was a Gordon Freeman head on a shelf. It wasn’t even on sale, it was just there for decoration.
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I was exaggerating my cockney 
I meant that as I heard that sentence in my head I was looking at the guy in the Nightmare on Elm Street image, and imagined he was saying it. His expression made this very amusing
What a morning I’m having. Horrible incident with a bumblebee in the shower followed by incessant snoring man on the train.
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On Jan 21st, 2016, I had received by dream the exact date of my death.
I had written about it in a comment on the blog, back then.
Here’s the link:
https://blog.thimbleweedpark.com/podcast37/56a054597dce7ce640f0e045
That day, I wrote down everything I could remember on a sheet of paper, then I sealed it inside an envelope and hidden into a secret place in my house.
If I will die (in that date), my relatives will find it for sure. So you will know if it was a premonition or not…
Then you will die on Dec 31, 1969 at 19:00 ?
Eheheh… stupid date system!
You already finished recording Reyes, didn’t you? 
Wow, that’s weird. Puts my whole bumblebee fiasco into perspective.
That’s a good idea putting it in an envelope like that. I’m not sure I would think to do that. Though I’m sure it’s just a dream - there’s no way your subconscious mind would know exactly when you will die if your conscious mind doesn’t.
What if dreams are actually reality and what we think is reality is actually a dream, and we dream a coherent and boring world because reality is a madness where people put baked beans on chairs and you shoot penalty kicks with apples against Buffon and your teeth crumble randomly and everything you try fails miserably for no reason?
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What if people think too much about thinking about things(*) and the reality is just real?
(*) Or watched The Matrix too often…
P.S.:: I’ve dreamed that I have to find a subway station.
P.P.S.: @PiecesOfKate: how long is your dream table at the moment? 
Pretty bloody long! I can’t keep up… I’ll update it later and tell everyone the stats
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Let’s explain better my dream.
It was a 3-episodes dream.
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I was in a party, I did not know anyone. Colors and atmosphere are dark, blue.
Suddenly, an elegant man comes near me, looks at me, and whispers a number.
Then I wake up. -
In the same party, same people (well, I don’t recognise anyone). This time, suddenly, another person comes in front of me, and tells me: “You will die on [day] [month]”.
Then he disappears.
Then I wake up. -
In the same party, same people… This time, suddenly, a person that looks like me but it isn’t me, guess same age, comes in front of me, and finaltt tells me: “You will die on [day] [month] [year]”.
Then he disappears.
Then I wake up. It was 4.00 A.M of the 21th January, 2016.
Half an hour later, I decided to write that blog post.
The next morning, I wrote down all what I remembered of that dream, sealed the sheet in an envelope and hidden it.
Nobody but me knows the date.
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Are you going to tell us when the date is passed?
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Wouldn’t it be better if he tells us the date before it is passed?
I won’t tell anyone before the date.
Don’t know, but I feel this is very personal.
Maybe after the date is passed, if I will be still alive.
Anyway, I left the evidence in my house.
I’m sure that my brother will be able to find that letter, in case, and tell at last at one of you if I will die.
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