had a dream last night that i was in Tesco and was waiting in line for the self service check out and the people in front were taking forever and the store shut in an hour and i was worried it would close before i could buy my items.
Don't worry this a common dream relating to a fear of premature ejaculation. The self-service queue is symbolic of a quick ham shank. In such dreams commonly the people in the front queue have the appearance of Geordie tantric sex bore Sting. The items you wished to buy often represents the rejection felt when your partner (the shutting store) emasculates you as a result of her sexual frustration during coitus. On a more positive note when I shagged Sting's missus she said he actually has a tiny cock and comes in ten seconds please log in to view this image
99.99% of my dreams are about death destruction and disaster. Little wonder I am an insomniac really.
The death in your dreaming is representative of the a yearning to break free of the constraints of your past. Destruction is often symbolic of the breaking down of relationships and is a sign of an archaic heritage I wonder ER do you see a shorn sheep in these visions? Disaster often follows in such dreams and the dreamer is often in denial after the mutilation of a beloved childhood pet, commonly a lamb, during coitus. You can conquer insomnia by having a ****. please log in to view this image
Post traumatic stress disorder is a very bad thing and I really shouldn't enjoy laughing at it. So, buddy, my pal, me 'ol china, lookin forward to battering the tims the morra?
Often life is represented as a topographical paradigm of the super ego. The wine in your dreams symbolises a latent narcissism. I wonder Gambol do you often dream of posting on here and feel you are not being given enough attention. I sense a deep rooted neurosis in which transference of such emotions could be projected onto some other friend or poster on these boards. Do these dreams involve small European principalities, time shares and plantation owners? Fear not this is merely endopsychic conflict. This is easily remedied by getting really blootered and having rough coitus with a pygmy of your choice. please log in to view this image
It aint me mate I got one of these Ouija boards last Yom Kippur and I was just trying it out. This spooky nutter insisted I either posted it or he would haunt me wi Bobbit penis envy.
Ok, that's a bit scary I remember when we wuz kids (not you and I, other kids of my own age) we played Ouija with scraps of paper in a circle and an upturned glass in the middle. Everybody put their pinkie fingers on the glass and asked questions. I don't want to talk about it.
It was a good way of scaring the pants aff the lassies tho Never worked for me. They started greeting and wanted to go home. Nothing has changed since.
The pinkie functioned in your past as a phallic substitute. This kind of autoerotisism is a subconscious means of escaping ones habitat. Did you perchance spend your youth in North or South Lanarkshire or did indeed anyone ejaculate into the tumbler? The glass or sometimes the bottle is often a means of escape from hostile environments. I have noted the metaphysical activities of several posters on these boards. A primal horde who often cry out to a messianic figure they call Jonno. Such ways are merely a folly. This is 1898 Science is all. Instead of your occult practices dedicate yourself to self-analysis and wave your pinkies menacingly and repeat in a wee croaky mong voice, redrum, redrum,redrum. please log in to view this image
So yer saying I think I have a pinkie sized cock and that has been at the root of my escapism via alcohol. Yer right. BTW it's unfair that I've been mosed twice. Go mose some **** else
