"Hi there, want a spoonful of my creamed corn?"

That should impress anybody worthwhile. And smile, I've heard smiling is a winner. :D

The little bitch
Is awfully sorry
The little bitch
Drinks you up

"Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee. Like this."  -Dale Cooper

I've heard his phone number is 808.
 

The little bitch
Is awfully sorry
The little bitch
Drinks you up

Oh, Christ!  What the hell is wrong with you? LOL, if I started dreaming about BOB, I'd have to go into therapy.

Sam

Striving for the narrow gate.  

Sam

Striving for the narrow gate.  

Last night I sort of had one. Dreamed Billy Zane was at the Festival (not doubt my unconscious mind afraid that I'll miss something special not going) and we went for drinks at the bar by Twede's. But he was in character, and the color and pacing (even dialog) was a decent simulation of the show.

:P

I used to have TP related nightmares when I was a child. I was 8 when the show aired and used to watch it with my family. Needless to say it terrified me. But I dont remember being all that impressed with Bob, what scared me the most was the little man. How he looked, the way he moved and danced and talked... My older brother used to imitate him and I would get so scared watching him, and he would get a kick out of it.

The memory of those nightmares is the reason I started rewatching the series a few years ago, only this time it was a very different experience. I couldn't belive how different it all seemed this time and I instantly became a fan. I still didn't find Bob scary, but the scenes from Cooper's dream and the Back Lodge at the end, still gave me goosebumps.

I had one dream a few years ago, one of the few (asides form frequently recurring childhood dreams) that stays with me.

 I was in a household room, a dining room lookinf onto a livng room. It was very well lit and the white or cream curtains were fully drawn but I knew it was night. There was plush but rather tasteless furniture in the room. There was also a white haired old man whom at the time I thought was Doctor Hayward, but now mix him up with the old man (producer?) who welcomes Betty to her audition in Mulholland drive. I remember it being quiet, candles were lit on the dinig room table. The room was a recreation in some ways of my first loves house. There was a fridge right next to me but in the dining room. The top freezer compartment was open. Then Dr Hayward started speaking from across the room, but it seemed as if the voice might not be his. He repeated about 4 or 5 times "The BOB will rule the world.... The BOB will rule the world"

Then I woke up and started violently trying to get something off my chest like there was a bug there. That has never happened to me since or before.

Amazing how much you can remember (or do you just reconstitute for gaps?) when you actually think about it.

I'm exactly the same. If there ever is a girl i like/love in dreams, its never intimacy, always seems to be everything but, getting very close then a venue change etc nor do i have dreams which scare me very often.

 only dreams that frequently scared me were young dreams i had, like huge tidal waves and the one where i was in a maze and the monsters from "Where the Wild Things Are" would tickle me to death!

I just watched the entire series on Netflix instant after a friend suggested it to me, loved the hell out of it. 

 But since I work during the day, I ended up watching tons of the episodes late into the night, meaning... I went to bed around 12-1 AM with the show fresh in my mind. I had 2 dreams that were most likely influenced by the show, one where I heard a loud screeching noise to the right of my bed. I woke up, and said something loudly that I can't remember.

 The other dream was really hard to remember for me, but I remember that it included my family members, and vaguely, the midget from the Black Lodge. Yeah, it sounds like I'm making this up... I can't remember many details, though. 

[I'm gonna ignore our sex-obsessed troll and switch back to topic.]

I dream a lot, and I'm usually quite good at remembering my dreams with all the details, which is awesome - I love dreaming. For about ten years now, I've been writing them down in a notebook. Most of my dreams are weird, scary, action- and angst-packed... And of course, being the Twin Peaks fan that I am, I've had several TP-related dreams/nightmare... Here's one, with every detail I can remember. Enjoy.

A couple of nights ago, I dreamed I was visiting a modern art exhibition at the Grand Palais in Paris (I live in Paris) with Maddy Ferguson. It was late, around 12 p.m., and we were surprised that the museum was still open - not only open but unusually crowded. I don't remember any of the art exhibition, but after that, I had to get to the nearest subway station to go home, while Maddy had to go back to Hong Kong (why Hong Kong ? No idea... Any relation to Josie Packard perhaps ?), where she lived.

So I said goodbye to Maddy and headed towards the subway station. The station exists in real life and I know it well, but in my dream, it all looked different, which was very confusing and somehow scared the hell out of me. I got lost inside the sinister station, and had no idea where to go to. Eventually, I found a large glass door that seemed to lead outside.

I went through the door, and suddenly found myself on the runway of an airport. It wasn't night anymore, there was a bright and blinding sun shining. Several planes and cars were parked on the runway, and somehow, I knew that inside one of the planes, was an entrance to the Black Lodge. I could actually see red curtains through the windows. I wanted to go and try to enter the Lodge, but as I was heading towards the plane, Agent Cooper appeared out of nowhere (wearing his FBI coat) and told me to stay away, because it was dangerous.

I was a little frustrated, but I decided to trust Coop and followed him on his way back to the subway station I had left behind. I remember chatting with Coop as if we were friends, it was very cool (in my dreams, fictional characters are often my friends, hehe).

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a man hiding behind a car (an old, grey car of the 80s), a man who looked a lot like Emory Battis from TP (but it wasn't Battis at all) wearing beige trousers and a black sweater. I'd never seen him before in my life, but for some reason, I immediately knew he was going to try to kill me. It was like a premonition - I sensed he was gonna pull out a gun and shoot at me. I wanted to tell Coop about it, but I didn't manage to speak. All I could do was keep on walking next to Coop, waiting for the attack to be made. Horrible feeling of powerlessness, you've probably all experienced that in dreams.

And then the Battis-guy appeared again from behind the old car, pointed his gun at me and fired. Panicked, I tried to get down on the floor (I remember Coop getting down too) but I coulndn't move quickly enough, and I got shot once in the hip and... twice in the head.

Now the weird and disturbing thing was, it's not the first time I get shot in one of my dreams (yeah, I told you, my dreams are like action films ) but usually, I never feel pain nor fear. Most of the time, I'm kind of conscious that I'm only dreaming, and I manage to tell myself "Oh, never mind - if you want it to stop, just wake up and it'll be fine". But in this one, it was frightfully realistic. I really thought it was happening, and I did feel the pain and the panic (well, I've never actually been shot so it's hard to tell how exactly it feels, but it seemed pretty realistic).

I don't remember exactly what happened then, but next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back, and I could feel warm blood running down my head. I wanted to talk, or move, but I couldn't, I think I was half-conscious. All I could do was look desperately at Coop, who was standing next to me and seemed a bit puzzled and helpless (a very un-Cooperish attitude, I know). Eventually, I saw two guys in black suits (I knew they were security guards from the subway station) running up to me, kneeling down and checking my pulse. No one seemed to know what to do. I knew it was bad, and I knew what needed to be done, but I was unable to tell them and it was utterly frutrating.

Again, I don't exactly remember how I got there, but suddenly I was in the RR Diner (WTF ?), with three doctors around me, all dressed in white. Coop was there, now wearing his usual black suit, and for some reason Hank Jennings was there too. He was holding an IV bad filled with a bright green liquid, and I remember being frightened that the liquid might me poison. I was still feeling an intense pain, but I wasn't panicked anymore, now that the doctors were taking care of me.

The last thing I remember was Coop saying something about Laura Palmer (not sure if it had anything to do with me), and mentioning Nicolas Sarkozy (our president here in France !). Then I think I lost consciousness and I woke up. It took me a couple of minutes to realize all this was only a dream, and that I had not been shot in the head - a rather comforting thought !

 Anyway - pretty disturbing dream, I just can't describe the panic I felt while lying there, knowing that I was dying. The dream had some cool moments though - chatting with Maddy and then Coop was nice !

Wow, what a story! And what writing skills, too It is said sometimes that there is nothing quite as boring as listening to stories from someone else's dreams - now if that's true that's just because people can't tell them properly (Lynch can! ). You can, so thanks for sharing.

There's one question bothering me: you said you felt pain when you got shot in the dream... did you still feel it after you woke up? I remember a childhood dream when I was chased by a lion and it got me and bit me in the leg - and that later when I was walking to school I could still feel this pain in my leg

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