About a week ago, I dreamt I was at Sootyj's house (you know what dreams are like, you just know where you are) it was the most beautiful house, luxurious decoration, no sign of Soots anywhere. The thing was, it was completely open plan, no walls or roof or doors or anything...I'm thinking of trying to get back, via the, what's that thing where you can control your dreams? for another nosy round.
Lucid or as sooty might call it Jucid.
That's the one!
Quote: Shandonbelle @ 26th December 2013, 12:59 PM GMTAbout a week ago, I dreamt I was at Sootyj's house (you know what dreams are like, you just know where you are) it was the most beautiful house, luxurious decoration, no sign of Soots anywhere. The thing was, it was completely open plan, no walls or roof or doors or anything...I'm thinking of trying to get back, via the, what's that thing where you can control your dreams? for another nosy round.
Funny I had a burglary last week, the police are still testing the DNA of the giant poop they left on the kitchen floor.
Initially they thought it was a bear.
That was no poop, that was the homemade yule log I left you...ungrateful or what.
Theres a lot of sweetcorn in your yuel log, is it a family recipe.
Yes, it's been 'passed down' through the generations.
I'm honoured
Last night I was a black slave. I had really good owners but they sold me to some bastards and there were people trying to kill me on the road to my new home. 
Blimey!
I dreamed the other night that I was in the desert looking at the night sky with Peter Andre, and we spotted some UFOs, then we went back to his house where there was a big showbiz party with Robbie Williams and Stephen Merchant. I just went upstairs and took a shower.
Then last night I had a really long dream that I was sitting round a table with some people and we were trying to remember Jack Whitehall's name.
Fascinating stuff... :/
You on the funny fags zooo?
I'm afraid that's just what it's like inside my head.
Benedict must've had the night off.
Don't think I've dreamed about him. 
*looks into the distance wistfully*
You just dismissed it as bollocks and then ended by warning us of its danger. 