My Prophetic dream about my love life as a Mormon

[_consiglieri]

I can't believe people are making fun of my dangerous rabbit puppet recurring dream.

Can't anybody find a picture of the actual rabbit puppet from Captain Kangaroo?

He had glasses.

I mean, what does a freaking puppet need with glasses!?

Totally creepy . . .


All the Best!

--Consiglieri

[_Blixa]

Mr. Bunny is not happy that you are bad mouthing him, consiglieri. He told me so.

[_Fiannan]

I've had many prophetic dreams. These are dreams which repeat themselves at least three times.

One dream I had when I was a Member only a short time. I had it three times, which means it was prophetic.

I drempt I was in a large room, like a cultural hall, and there were gorgeous young Mormon women (clothed, by the way) standing around the walls of the hall. All abut 18 years old and beautiful. Then the Mormon men starting running over and grabbing the girls, in a hurry. I thought, "I'd better get going too". I ran to grab one and she took off, and I went after another and she took off running. The other guys were just going over and grabbing a girl, and she didn't resist or run. But when I'd try to take one, she's take off. Finally, I chased a sexy girl to a door and she openned the door and closed it behind her. I quickly openned the door, and a bunch HUGE fat ugly girls came out laughing (as fat women do) and chasing me all around. Then I wake up.


And yes...this is exactly what happened in reality.

Dr. Freud might ask you if your mother was obese.

[_Buffalo]

I've had many prophetic dreams. These are dreams which repeat themselves at least three times.

One dream I had when I was a Member only a short time. I had it three times, which means it was prophetic.

I drempt I was in a large room, like a cultural hall, and there were gorgeous young Mormon women (clothed, by the way) standing around the walls of the hall. All abut 18 years old and beautiful. Then the Mormon men starting running over and grabbing the girls, in a hurry. I thought, "I'd better get going too". I ran to grab one and she took off, and I went after another and she took off running. The other guys were just going over and grabbing a girl, and she didn't resist or run. But when I'd try to take one, she's take off. Finally, I chased a sexy girl to a door and she openned the door and closed it behind her. I quickly openned the door, and a bunch HUGE fat ugly girls came out laughing (as fat women do) and chasing me all around. Then I wake up.


And yes...this is exactly what happened in reality.

Dude, get over it already.

[_consiglieri]

Mr. Bunny is not happy that you are bad mouthing him, consiglieri. He told me so.

Holy crud!

That's HIM!

Doesn't he just LOOK evil?

If you want to know the full extent of my recurring dream, here it is:

I am about five or six years old, riding in the back seat of the family car; Dad is driving; Mom is up front with him.

We travel down the road and past some shrubbery.

I look out the back window (no seatbelts when I was a kid) and see the biblically-misidentified-ruminant-who-shall-not-be-named peeking out from behind the shrubs at me.

I know I am doomed.

The rabbit is not only incredibly strong, but amazingly fast.

The next thing I know, the car lurches to a sudden stop.

I know the rabbit has raced after the car and grabbed the bumper.

Then the car door by where I am sitting is ripped off the hinges.

(See what I mean about strong?)

Then I wake up.

This dream happened more than three times when I was a kid.

But you know what the really strange thing is?












Wait for it . . .
















This is exactly what happened in reality.


All the Best!

--Consiglieri

[_KimberlyAnn]

Mr. Bunny is not happy that you are bad mouthing him, consiglieri. He told me so.

Holy crud!

That's HIM!

Doesn't he just LOOK evil?

If you want to know the full extent of my recurring dream, here it is:

I am about five or six years old, riding in the back seat of the family car; Dad is driving; Mom is up front with him.

We travel down the road and past some shrubbery.

I look out the back window (no seatbelts when I was a kid) and see the biblically-misidentified-ruminant-who-shall-not-be-named peeking out from behind the shrubs at me.

I know I am doomed.

The rabbit is not only incredibly strong, but amazingly fast.

The next thing I know, the car lurches to a sudden stop.

I know the rabbit has raced after the car and grabbed the bumper.

Then the car door by where I am sitting is ripped off the hinges.

(See what I mean about strong?)

Then I wake up.

This dream happened more than three times when I was a kid.

But you know what the really strange thing is?












Wait for it . . .
















This is exactly what happened in reality.


All the Best!

--Consiglieri

See those little red shoes in the bottom left corner of the photo? They belong to the last person who badmouthed The Bunny.

Tread carefully down the rabbit trail, Sir.

KA

[_consiglieri]

Didn't you used to have an avatar with red shoes . . . ?