When I was in college, probably a junior, I had a dream that I was back in Highschool. And I was friends with Madonna, only she wasn't Madonna the Superstar, she was Madonna the really cool Highschool girl. And we were having a party on this super long bridge made of white stone looking stuff, what those bridges look like from pictures and movies featuring Florida. Anyway, Madonna's just looking out at the water and she jumps in and I think 'she didn't SEEM suicidal,' and I jump in to save her. I dive, fall, end up at the bottom...and I discover the secret that Madonna must have known. At the bottom of the ocean there is a 10' high corridor of breathable air, and there are scads and scads of treasure chests bulging with gems and fabrics and spices and cool stuff. I think 'wow, this is where she gets that jewelry (this was in 1987 so she was still majorly jewelry Madonna, even as a dream HS girl)...and it's REAL, holy shit'! So I stuffed my pockets with a handful of treats and ran after Madonna to make sure she was cool, and we wandered around the ocean floor checking things out and marveling at the beauty. My second dream (which I had early in my 4th year of grad. school) goes as follows: I am in seminar, and it is boring, and then it ends. I walk home (i lived maybe 10 blocks away) and my mom is there (at this point in my life she really lived in Vermont, way far from Baltimore). Furthermore, she has a baby -- which she says is mine, that it had just been born and I was the mommy. I basically state that this is impossible, I've just been in class. But she makes me put the child to my breast to prove her point -- and she's right. I realize that this is the child of my ex Alan, even though we broke up over 9 months ago and I've dated someone else (Partridge) in the interim (in reality I'd already been dumped by Partridge, but in the dream we were still dating). I call Partridge and tell him what's going on, and he says he'll stick by me and raise the child as his own. I notify Alan of this game plan -- he's disinterested. Then Mom and I go down to the Courthouse to register the child, and from there I call my advisor to let him know I'm going to miss seminar and why. He says he will meet me down at the Courthouse because I should have support. He shows up, and then I realize I have to ditch him and mom, because I've discovered what I want to name the child. and I know they won't let me. And I sneak into the Registrar's office and I name my baby boy: Godzilla St. Thomas Aquinas. Thos're my two most memorable dreams.

Wow. I had a rockstar dream in college, too, only it was that I got asked to join Soundgarden as their bass player. And when I was like 4 or 5 I dreamt the Monkees came to my house to visit. The last celebrity to show up in my dreams was Ric Flair, and I don't even like the guy! Jeez.

I just remembered my other dream -- not quite as burning in my memory because I just had it in January. I dreamed I finished writing a Master's Thesis (I don't have to -- I just have to write 2 papers to get rid of incompletes), and thus I was MATRICULATING, and my advisor threw me a big surprise party in one of the auditoriums in the sub. It was very formal, and I walked in dressed up randomly, and I heard the most beautiful music, and it was Bruce Springsteen singing "Jungleland," with a full rockin' band and an orchestra...but it was more beautiful than that could possible be...so I looked closer and Bruce was joined by Elvis Costello in this amazing rendition of what was once and for a long, long time the only Bruce Springsteen song I liked (I was a teenaged punk rocker in the dc metro area in the mid-80s and I WAS WAY TOO FUCKING GOOD FOR CRAP LIKE BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN...which, btw, I'm not anymore....any of it). I remember thinking in my dream "oh my god, this is like the philosopher's stone of music, the key that makes transparent all secrets -- and scott (an ex from my sophomore year of college) was right...bruce springsteen IS involved...how wierd." scott, if you somehow manage to turn on a computer of any variety and make it function with telecommunications to access the internet (this is not mean, he's very technophobic): you were right, springsteen IS somehow part of the key.

I totally forgot I ever dreamed about Ric Flair. I still remember the Monkees dream though.

"whoooooooooo!" was ric flair all greasy and buffed up too? sem, you sick fuck.

I can't remember. It wasn't the first time i dreamt about wrestlers though.

i once had a dream that felt like i lived an entire life, as in i grew up and did things as the years went past (in a fantasy messed up world...) and i reached adult age etc. and still i lived in this fantasy world.. Then i woke up, and i was still a young boy... geebus that was a weird one.. also once i had the most incredible dream about myself and horses... and other stuff i cant remember, oh yea, my school reunion and an x-girlfriend whom i loved. I actualy woke up in the middle of the night and got onto my computer and typed it all out then went back to sleep.. Unfortunatley i formatted my computer recently and forgot to back that one up, and these days i almost cry to thiink that i lost it, because for some reason it was the most beautiful dream i have ever had.. also when i red it back to myself a few days later (upon finding it, after almost forgetting about it) I could sware that it was written by someone else because my english is terrible, however this was written by a Grand Novelist.. i have never seen something soo bloody descriptive... god knows what i was on at the time, but i would consider trying to get myself back into the dream (i have continued dreams on several occasions) and seeing if i can recall it.. after all, it has to be in my memory somewhere.. (i hope..) well thats my peice said, and little bit of anger vented over the loss (its personal so i wouldnt expect you to understand) er... thanx for reading, i would love feedback

Hey you guys ... well the last post on here was back in '03 so I don't have much hope of getting an answer. But anyway, this is probably going to sound a little wierd but im playing this game, it's like a riddle. (www.deathball.com/notpron you should try it, its like nothing else on the internet) And it's (sorta) sent me here... I was wondering if anyone reading this has a clue about what I'm talknig about ....err, im on level 8 .......this isnt going to work... sorry for wieading you all out.

Too bad the DNS doesn't resolve...

It's deathball.net/notpron

I'm at level 7.

i'm at 5

8 now, but I need to get back to work.

6 now, but i'll have to stop soon

Fucking 7 is stumping me. I'm not a candy bar d00d. Is it an anagram in the url?

I'm at 12. But I'm confused about what brought Joe here. Antigone, Wikipedia.

Antigone: No, it's not an anagram. Or if it is, I haven't got it. I'll tell you what candy bar it is if you like. It'll get you started anyway. *SPOILER! DON'T LOOK* spoilerspoilertwixspoilerspoiler *SPOILER! DON'T LOOK*

I already knew that. Even with that spoiler you need a bit more info.

Well the primary clue is in the url, and if you check the source and wikipedia "twix," it should lead you to the right place...

It takes some googling. There's a hint in the page source and the page title. Oh, and I missed the clue in the URL.

i have a feeling that 10 requres sound. damn you people for getting me into this.

I think he was looking for rock stars or something on number 8. He was way off. I'm on 11 now. I have no idea what I'm looking at.

Yes, it does require sound.

8 was kind of hard, 9 was easy.

Oh and a word to the wise--save all your usernames/passes or changes to the url you make, you'll need them. Particularly for 16.