Well… yesterday evening Cagliari avoided relegation, so my mind was already set on football things. And two days ago was Ibarbo’s birthday, I read it on my Facebook feed. And Ibarbo was known for his… well, his… his. As for golf, I don’t know, I’ve been playing Golf Clash a couple of days ago.
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I regularly play Golf Clash. I think I must search you among my friends…
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I had a long and detailed dream. So long and detailed that I dreamed that I had to tell you. And I dreamed that I told it to my mother. And I dreamed that I wrote it in the forum. And now I don’t remember it.
I’m kidding, I remember it. But not in great detail.
I’m playing The Curse of Monkey Island, or at least a Monkey Island game with its graphic style, because I don’t remember in CMI that you have to save Elaine from drowning. The game was on a tablet and the puzzle was timed, and I couldn’t solve it. I remember that the first thing I tried was double tapping on a note to read it, and by the time Guybrush finished reading, Elaine was dead, and I had to try again. I remember being upset that Guybrush drowned too, as I protested “what the…? where are my 10 minutes of breath holding?” after failing another try.
So, I find myself somehow in the old bedroom of my childhood best friend and we’re still talking about Monkey Island, while the room gets flooded. We are floating on water when we see LeChuck’s ship sinking Guybrush and Elaine’s. We must save them. We try to swim, but it’s too dark and the water is too deep. My friend’s father comes, he has three flashlights, three scuba masks and two oxygen cylinders. So I remain without oxygen. I dive again, near the room wall so I can have a “feedback” of how deep I’m going, and after a while I think I can see the bottom, but I can’t hold my breath anymore, so I swim upwards. I need to breathe, so I breathe a bit. I don’t notice that I actually got a bit of air while I should have drowned, so I don’t notice it’s a dream - I noticed only when awake - but that bit of air helps me to hold it again until I reach the surface. It felt very uncomfortable, as I had been holding my breath in reality.
I convince my friend’s father to lend me his oxygen, and I dive again. I reach the bottom, but there’s only sand. I search and search and search and in the end I find Elaine’s corpse on the sand.
I know there was a lot more 
but I lost it. I should have written it down when I first woke up, but it was like 2am.
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In my dream last night I met Steven Spielberg on a bus(he looked more like he did 25 years ago than he does now) and had a very long conversation with him he was very into as well. The longest and I think last part of the talk involved location shooting and I think we argued wheater Gilligan´s Island was shot on a set or on an open air backlot that had real plants and trees on it.
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Come on, you read my other dreams, you know I can reach a higher level of detail 
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I wish I could remember details about things that happened to me in real life as much as you remember your dreams.
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I have a recurring dream lately featuring a talking and singing cup of tea.
No idea what it means though. I didn’t watch Beauty and the Beast in years.
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It´ll pass. Try the saucers.
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Me neither. 
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Seconded!
Where was the bus going? What do you mean, that’s not the important part?
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If I were @Guga I would say now that we were driving from Exeter to Winchester, stopping 5 times taking 11, 4, 7,8 and 2 people with us on the stops while 2,3,7, 8 and 4 were leaving and that the bus was going 100mph, the name of the driver was Larry and he was from Dunstable and that he had dog named Mr. Sniffles.
But in reality I have no idea.
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Was it because the speed couldn’t drop below a certain speed so he had to keep speeding at the same speed… Like that film called The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down?
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You really are something else, you know that?
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Hee, I try 
(I know those aren’t the exact words but I thought it was more authentic than cheating.)
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I like paraphrasing better than copy and paste anway because that´s what you´d do in real life.
(mind you that I have seen all the early episodes countless times in german, but I still would like to watch all of them in english, since I haven´t seen enough of those by far)
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Teeth, again.
This time, it started with a moving tooth, a front lower tooth that I fear losing someday due to problems in my gums. I watch my tooth on a bathroom mirror and sigh, “well, it was about time”. I try to keep it steady, but what happens is unexpected: not only it exits its slot, staying attached anyway with a nerve or something like that, but it’s as big as my mouth. So I now have this enormous thing poking out of my mouth and I can’t talk properly. I go to a bar and find someone I know is a dentist and ask if he has time for an emergency. He declines and leaves. I notice there’s a high school friend of mine in a nearby table, and I remember her father is a dentist, so I think I can ask, but she leaves. I go back to the bathroom to take a closer look at the monstrosity, and I notice it’s not a tooth, but a full set of teeth. They’re small and have braces, and they’re held together in some kind of red/pink plastic that made it look like gums. I understand they’re my milk teeth that my mother somehow kept as a keepsake, and I notice that they don’t fall because one of the braces got stuck in one of my braces (that I don’t wear in actuality).
So I manage to get them out, and once the space in my mouth is free, my teeth reposition themselves. I feel free, because I now know that the train wreck I have in my mouth was only given by these extra teeth and, once removed, my teeth could finally find their correct place. I smile, noticing how my lower teeth are finally symmetric (in reality my lower teeth are so misaligned that I have a central incisor). I exit the bathroom happy, but then I notice something. My tongue has no space left.
I go back to the mirror and look at my teeth. My front teeth are not four incisors. They’re two molars. And I have two other molars BEHIND the two. Then I have canines on the sides, and then on my lower left side I have the four incisors, on the lower right side I have premolars. It’s horrible. I look at my upper teeth and it’s even worse: my incisors are in the correct place, but I have three molars behind them, aligned on my palate towards my throat.
I begin to panic, I know it’s my fault because “I took the old teeth out when my lower teeth weren’t correctly rotated, I should have waited”, and then I begin to cry, screaming like a small child. That’s when I woke up.
I dreamed the way I will die. 
I was returning home driving my car, when I noticed something odd: there was the sun, even if it was late, past 10 p.m.
It looked like in full daylight.
So, I was driving my car, mulling over that strange light, when, suddenly, I realized: I was about to die!
In that precise moment, the car stereo played the tune from Ghost Trick when you are in a hurry, when the death is about to come.
And, just after a curve, there: a car leaves the parking lot, and is pointing towards me!
I can’t avoid the incident.
In that precise moment, there was a flash, everything starts to slow down, and the moment before the crash, I woke up.
Well, you also know the date, don’t you? Lucky boy.
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Oh dear, lots of stress dreams last night. Is it humid and muggy where you guys are too? I wonder if that contributed.