How about some more dreams?
I remember I was House and had some girl with me and we ended up in his office. She asked who's it was and I said, "Mine." That's all I remember. I think that's a good thing, though. LOL!
I also had one where I was driving a car to my bar and it wouldn't stop so I jumped out and had to walk back a few houses to get to Dudley's house (next to the bar, which wasn't a bar at that time and some guy tried saying I didn't own it, grr). I went up the steps (they were wood and uneven), rang the bell and his mother (Arthur's mother, actually) answered. Only in this dream, she had loose curls in her hair, was wearing old clothes and smoking a cigarette. Not at all the same posh English woman from previous dreams, and this certainly wasn't a mansion. I didn't know if I should ask for Dudley or Arthur but before I decided, she said, "He's not here" and mumbled something about where he was and when he'd be back. I said okay and went to leave, she came out with a trash can and talked about whatever and I left. I hate when my dreams are so serious and I don't think to trick them. Had I said, "Good, I was really hoping he wasn't home," he would have come out the front door.
New layout up at Forever Moore - http://dudleymoore.org by the way.
I also had one where I was driving a car to my bar and it wouldn't stop so I jumped out and had to walk back a few houses to get to Dudley's house (next to the bar, which wasn't a bar at that time and some guy tried saying I didn't own it, grr). I went up the steps (they were wood and uneven), rang the bell and his mother (Arthur's mother, actually) answered. Only in this dream, she had loose curls in her hair, was wearing old clothes and smoking a cigarette. Not at all the same posh English woman from previous dreams, and this certainly wasn't a mansion. I didn't know if I should ask for Dudley or Arthur but before I decided, she said, "He's not here" and mumbled something about where he was and when he'd be back. I said okay and went to leave, she came out with a trash can and talked about whatever and I left. I hate when my dreams are so serious and I don't think to trick them. Had I said, "Good, I was really hoping he wasn't home," he would have come out the front door.
New layout up at Forever Moore - http://dudleymoore.org by the way.