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Okay, have you ever had a totally off the wall dream that when u wake up u think...WTH??...yet while you are dreaming u dont want it to end, and u are all engrossed in it? Is it just me?

I had this dream last night that I am waiting for one of those trains that LM always rides, and I am all excited cuz its my first time and I want to go and tell LM about it on the pind, but then I dont know which one to get on, and nobody is helping me, and I am like going up to ppl, "maam, maam, vhat train is to Downtown" and they look at me like I am slime. So I look down, and I am totally dressed like a FOB, and I have greasy hair in a long braid and I swear I smelled like masala, So in my mind I am like totally horrified, yet when I open my mouth...the only thing that comes out is the horrible accent. Well anyways I sit on the train, and i cant find my ticket, and I am looking like in every pocket of my wallet, and things from my purse are falling out, and ppl are looking at me, and so I turn to look at this one desi girl on the train, hoping she would help me...it was LM!! but she looks at me..and closes her eyes and pretends to sleep, and so now I am even more humiliated when all of a sudden, Tanveer comes up and pays for my ticket, and when I turn to thank him, (completley devasted that the first time I meet him, I look like a FOB), he just looks at me and scrunches his nose against my masala smell and says " Dude I like to help the needy, BTW, you really need a makeover" and he hands me a card saying "Straight eye, for the queer desi guy" and walks away....I woke up in tears ...sniff...sniff

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haha.. my friend had a dream the other night... he's recently quit smoking btw...

so he has this dream that he's gets caught by his wife smoking a cigarette and gets in big doodoo w/ her bcoz of it. So then he goes back to the mexican guy that sold him the cigarettes and beats the crapp outta him w/ a stick!

lol... displacing blame even on the subconscious level... I lowe it!!

haha.. its weird about how i end up as a rowdy, fighter chick in everyone's dreams.. im either trying to shoot someone down, or am trying to kidnapp a rikshaw, pulling someone's hair or trying to squirt someone...

hey im a lover, not a fighter :P

why do i say "like" so much...i really gotta cut that out );

LOL...i was waiting for my cameo...squeezed me in rite at the end!...haha my friends saw Punkhaj Udas in Marshalls...and one of em was like "HOLY SHIT...LOOK ITS KUMAR SANU"...and he gave her the look of death...and then my other friend was like "Thats Punkhaj Udhas u dum azz"...and then she was like running thru the store tryin to apologize for calling him Kumar Sanu...lol...he was like "Forget it okay"...hahha...

do u really want me to classify my dreams???

aww!

LOL...tan-man...my dreams are real..I dont make it up...I really do see ya every night!

lol! me and mr.fortune! haHAhaHA!!!!! if u only knew, tan-veer....

gosh! now i am a gamblier ...lol...now whats next *:

lol, beeds coffee and donuts ...lol...from my voicemail?!!! :P ...gosh me and a flirt! *: ....hey! what type of image do u have of me ;)

LOL!!!! Beeds I love it (and I get the comment about tariq being weary ;) )

hahahaha beeders...that was so exciting!!....but you know that dream could never come true because "Aan was too upset to eat"....is never going to happen!...lol...long live motos!!

Lately I've been having a lot of mission impossible dreams... we're riding around undercover trying not to be caught. Last night I had this dream where Taindu was the pilot of my Cessna Turbo. I was sitting in a ski-lift type chair that was hanging by a 150 ft cable from the plane... the lift-chair had 3 rows instead of 1... Aan was my 9 year old niece sitting in the 2nd row behind me, and Tariq the Indian, my trusty side-kick was in the last row. We were coming under fire by enemy aircraft piloted by the globally feared dynamic duo, Cheeni and Ras... Tanveer was running out of maneuvers and we were out of options. We started descending in altitude and circling this riverfront field; the lift chair started twirling against the cable and Aan was so scared she started crying. As a last resort, I decided we had to bail so Tanveer could land the plane. I radioed Tanveer to take us down near the water so we could jump out. Tariq and I agreed on a meeting point on the shore. I grabbed Aan into my arms and leapt off into the water making sure to land on my back so Aan wouldn't get injured by the fall. I heard a splash to my left and saw that Tariq was ok. The minnows were biting so we quickly swam to shore. Once we got there I realized that I had no idea what the original mission was.... so I radio in to headquarters to get us the heck outta there. We're picked up by DL and Contact, clad in secret service uniforms. We're driving back to HQ and notice a Fatima Corp. Dunkin Donuts and we decide to have coffee and donuts. Taindu ordered butterscotch, TI got the chocolate glazed w/ sprinkles, Aan was too upset to eat, and I got the jelly-filled. DL and Contact were flirting by the car while we ate inside. I was scoping the building cuz something felt fishy, and I noticed TI was missing, and then Mr. Fortune comes out of nowhere and starts making lewd remarks and hitting on all the girls in the restaurant. I thought about pulling out my stun gun but instead gave a couple round-about kicks and knocked him out... Security came and escorted him out. Ruby, who was working behind the counter came over to thank me, but she was really trying to get Tanveer's attention. Tariq comes back, looking a little weary and says, "what'd I miss?" and Tanveer says, "ahh nothing much... all in a days work"

interesting...

(did anyone buy that?...cuz i dont wanna prove myself one day...and then everyone finds out i dont even have knuckles...lol)

LMAO @ beeders song...you guys are seriously awesome!!

haha me ghetto?...i've calmed down alot!...i used to be a freakin hood rat gangsta chic...actually my aol sn was DoNtMesSwiTMeUnLeSsYoUwAnTYOuRNuTsC ruSheDcHiCNYC786...hahah jk..i may seem all innocent and stuff but i could throw it down when push comes to shove :)

There's something strange up in Aan's Hood
Who you gonna call... Jinn Busters
There's something wierd and it don't look good
Who you gonna call... Jinn Busters

I aint afraid of no Jinns....

Man... I'm FINALLY able to read all the comments up in hiya!! and LMAO while I'm doin it too!!
:D

I lowe it! badass JinnBustin' Mamma... hahaha
TI in green lantern chuddies... haha!
Ghetto Aan... lol

LMFAO!!! hahah you guys are TOO MUCH!!...Ras and Tanveer i was dyin...Jinnbusters...LOL...u guys need to make a trip to the "Big Saib" i swear!

hahhaha the pope in khusas and a lengha...hahah thats straight up blasphunny right there!!....

LMAO!!!! I lowe it...we must get started on that...I need an oscar in my belt! (and the money)!

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