Conquer Club

2dimes wrote:If I dream of Josey and the pussycats does it count?

Leave Jonesy out of this. It's AoG you want.

BMO

If you dream of me and pussycats, be aware I will be sneezing. This may or may not make the dream better for you, but keep the bastard creatures away from me if you want me to be a pleasant jonesey.

Does the Dream Cheetah sprinkle Cheetos dust on people to make them sleep?
If so, mysteries about an acquaintance's personal hygiene habits have been answered.

notyou2 wrote:Saxi do you practice Tel'aran'rhiod?

The f*ck is that?

WHO ALL IS COMING TO THE DREAM CHEETAH MEET UP TOMORROW? I AM BRINGING BRAUTS.

I'm riding a custom chopper built by Saxi's cousin Frenchie.

saxitoxin wrote:

notyou2 wrote:Saxi do you practice Tel'aran'rhiod?

The f*ck is that?

It's where your dreams come true.

rdsrds2120 wrote:
Leave Jonesy out of this. It's AoG you want.

BMO

jonesthecurl wrote:If you dream of me and pussycats, be aware I will be sneezing. This may or may not make the dream better for you, but keep the bastard creatures away from me if you want me to be a pleasant jonesey.

Well, he's not the real McCoy then is he?
http://www.tv.com/shows/josie-and-the-pussycats/

saxitoxin wrote:

notyou2 wrote:Saxi do you practice Tel'aran'rhiod?

The f*ck is that?

Google is your friend.

I will be attempting to make the journey tomorrow night. I will be in an expensive yacht.

This is your final reminder to visit the Dream Cheetah tonight. Who knows what magic and mayhem will happen? DON'T BE LEFT OUT.

Maybe you should try pushing crystal pepsi or arch deluxes saxi, the cheetahs just don't seem to be moving.

saxitoxin wrote:This is your final reminder to visit the Dream Cheetah tonight. Who knows what magic and mayhem will happen? DON'T BE LEFT OUT.

I'M PSYCHED!


BMO

I'd drink crystal Pepsi if you lot didn't let it die.

2dimes wrote:I'd drink crystal Pepsi if you lot didn't let it die.

See: viewtopic.php?f=8&t=186080&start=15#p4067356

BMO

Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. How will we know if a cheetah in our dreams is indeed the Dream Cheetah and not just a regular 'ol cheetah?

GreecePwns wrote:Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. How will we know if a cheetah in our dreams is indeed the Dream Cheetah and not just a regular 'ol cheetah?

He'll bring wisdom.

BMO

rdsrds2120 wrote:

GreecePwns wrote:Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. How will we know if a cheetah in our dreams is indeed the Dream Cheetah and not just a regular 'ol cheetah?

He'll bring wisdom.

BMO

Correct.

Plus, you will PM me which other CC regulars you encountered and I will make spreadsheet. If GreecePWNS doesn't see DoomYoshi, but DoomYoshi and RDSRDS both see each other, then we know GreecePWNS was beguiled and fooled by a regular Cheetah, or possibly a Dream Emu masquerading as a Dream Cheetah.

Here I go.

Me too, it better be good.

Somebody bring pizza. Pepperoni and extra cheese please.

saxitoxin wrote:Also, I highly recommend you bring Dream Pepper Spray in case Xeno shows up.

When did I become the forum punching bag?

xeno wrote:

saxitoxin wrote:Also, I highly recommend you bring Dream Pepper Spray in case Xeno shows up.

When did I become the forum punching bag?

Sun Oct 14, 2007 9:28 pm

For long hours we ran across the veldt together. She guided me telepathically, so my breathing fell in time with hers, her speed did not tire me, and I seemed effortlessly to understand the landscape through which we travelled, whilst my mind was elsewhere, busy with the great knowledge she imparted to me. At last we came to the lip of a hill, where the ground stretched down into arid desert before me. I knew I must press on through this featureless waste, even as she turned and bade me farewell.
I plunged on through the dry senseless land. Far off I saw a cloud of dust and headed toward it. A bus, jerking in crazy movements around the plain. It seemed jerry-built, powered by some strung together exoskeleton of crazy wiring, the power plant hidden beneath an enormous sombrero. I felt I had to board. It was driven by an enormously decrepit old man who seemed barely able to control the steering wheel. Every now and again he would shout “Tits ass Getränk! Wenn man lange genug in einen Abgrund blickst, wird der Abgrund blickst zurück in dich hinein,” or some such nonsense and reach down a beer from the large fridge beside him which was labelled “Esmerelda”. The progress of the bus seemed entirely random, till a youngish man with ethereal body, pointee beard and wicked grin came to point us back in the direction of the hills where I had said goodbye to Her. Soon the young man lost interest, engaging the passengers of the bus in random conversation, and the old man returned to driving in his crazed circles.
And there were many passengers in the bus, raising a hubbub, arguing over everything, including where we were going. Every now and again one would take aside a shifty looking guy with a briefcase. They would hand the shifty guy an exceedingly large wad of dollar bills, and by common consent, the shifty man pushed through the bodies to address the old driver. For a while the bus drove straight, usually away from our apparent objective, till the shifty guy looked at his watch and went back to counting his money.
The driver screamed and gesticulated. Not far off, a bear dressed in survivalist uniform mixed with tartan rags, rose from behind a rock and aimed a gun at us. Bang! The crowd dived for cover, the bus plunged into a crevasse…

My several dreams were all feline free.

At one point I ended up in high school but at least it seemed to be nearly grad.

One off topic person made a brief appearance but I doubt it was them visiting.

I believe the Dream Cheetah hath visited me. I saw foamy the squirrel (assumably Metsfanmax) and Oscar the grouch with sunglasses (the old 2Dimes). It was like a weird, warm, scary, yet scintillating experience. Oh great Dream Cheetah, what I have learned!

BMO

Not sure "old" would be correct there. This is my first avatar on this site. Second I guess if you count the 'stache as making it a new or different one.