So I got this picture from a reader yesterday. And this explanation:
I’ve been lurking your blog for about a month now, and a few weeks ago, after a day of reading a particularly large amount of your posts, I had a strange dream about this guy who sits on a train and describes some STDs he caught in great (and terrifying) detail to whoever is silly enough to listen. His goal is to dissuade other men from making the same mistake he did — having sex with women. Because to “Hamish the Lover” … all women are dirty and evil and should be avoided at all costs.
Sounds kind of familiar, doesn’t it?
The [person] Hamish was talking to in my dream … realized the irony that the sex Hamish had probably [sucked, not] because of the women, but because Hamish is a selfish, inconsiderate, lazy asshole — but he’s so focused on The Evil of Womenz that he will probably never realize the truth for himself.
I thought it was awesome that even my subconscious laughs at these guys.
(And yes, I even had the dream in cartoon style…)
Sometimes you don’t need Freud to interpret your dreams.
Do any of the rest of you have your own MGTOW dream lovers? Or any other signs that the boobz have invaded your subconscious?
I generally don’t dream about the internet, though I do sometimes dream about reading books. Another sign that I am old and should not be hitting on choco.
@ Choco:
Fair enough.
No dreams, but definitely a new paranoia now that I’m aware of such meanness in a growing hate group.
I’m never having kids so I can hit on hot 20-somethings forever! bwahahahaha! 😀
(kiddings, really!)
I once dreamed I was in an elevator with Peter Scolari, who one or two people might remember as Tom Hanks’ co-star in the not-exactly-Citizen-Kane sitcom “Bosom Buddies.” He was blaming me (in a polite way) because Tom Hanks had gone on to be a megastar and he was still laboring in late night TV obscurity. I was like, dude, it’s not my fault, I had nothing to do with it, honest though I think you coulda been a contender really, you were just as good an actor…
No, there was no particular precipitating event (i.e. having recently seen anything with either one of them or anything sensible like that).
Iono. Dreams. Weird. I think sometimes they’re just like, your brain is having indigestion and random stuff bubbles up in mental farts while you’re sleeping.
Half of my dreams could be classified as nightmares.
But the best one was when I was taking percocet when I had my wisdom teeth removed. I don’t know how it started, but I remember walking into an office, and there was a penguin (a King penguin at that!) standing on the desk typing away at the keyboard with his flippers. He was wearing khakis and a white short-sleeved button-down shirt, complete with tie. He was Middle Management Penguin. It was an office for a delivery company or something like that. Occasionally, he’d reach for the mouse and click a few times while sighing.
If I start getting frustrated by work, I think of him tapping and clicking away.
Absinthe, that was no dream. Middle Management Penguin is all too real.
Guess what, fat boy? None of us dreams about you.
AbsintheDexterous, I think your dream wins this thread. 😀