i had a dream last night that my father-in-law drank all of my Firestone Walker IPA's. i woke up in a panic.
When you close your eyes, do you dream (dream) about beeeerrr? when you close your eyes, do you dream about beer? (do you still dream about) Beer?
I had a dream the other night where I flew over to Europe and was stuck in the airport. I can't remember the country or why I was there, but there was a TGIF and I started talking beer with the bar tender. All of a sudden he started handing me pint after pint of different craft beers on the house. It was a strange and wonderful dream.
My old man drank 1 of my last 2 FIS's and my last FBS last night. It wasn't a dream, more like a nightmare. But he liked them, suprisingly. So I was kind of happy since he only drinks Bud Lights. But to answer your orginal question, no can't say I've ever had a dream about beer.
Sometimes I'll dream of beer after making a new batch of homebrew, carboy explodes or something crazy happens. I've actually gotten up to check on it before...
Once I dreamed I was walking around a mall drinking from a giant snifter filled to the brim with BCBS. I dropped it and it broke, and everyone started screaming. Which, come to think of it, is really the only appropriate response to a BCBS spill.
I laughed so hard when I saw the title of this thread. I don't dream about beer... but I DO get giddy when I have an awesome haul.
I've been trying to get some Black Tuesday via trades and I've been having recurring dreams of having a tasting with friends where I bring a bottle of BT but never get to taste it because I always wake up all excited before it gets that far. Problems, man.
I once had a dream that I had Coors Light in my refrigerator. Come to think of it, that wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.
I woke up 2 nights ago was sleepwalking so im told. I burst into my roommates room and asked " Is this where the beer tasting is? I was told it was a vertical. WHERE THE HELL ARE THE BOTTLES LINED UP AT?!". At that point I woke up and walked back to my room confused as all hell. He told me the next morning and I nearly pissed myself. I never sleepwalk...
I had a dream once that I drank a Lakefront Cream City and that it was one of the best beers I've ever had. Then I woke up and remembered it was Lakefront.
I have the same dream all the time. I stumble accross a beer store that nobody knows about and it's filled with rare gems
I actually had one last night. I don't remember much of it, but it was something I've never had before, so my subconscious took liberties, I'm sure. I'd say it happens every couple months. My favorite was when I dreamed that Goose Island started bottling a whole line of sours in the Genesse-style stubby bottles.
Every night. I've mastered lucid dreaming, so whenever I'm killing zombies or sleeping with Natalie Portman I just say "fuck this noise" and go grab a pint of Pliny the Younger.
Sometimes I'll even go down an extra dream level and have a beer within a beer. Or you know, Natalie Portman within Natalie Portman.
I daydream about beer all day at work. I used to think about sex 24/7, now it's strictly beer porn. Sad part is, I'm not joking one bit .
An amount that would be extremely embarrassing to admit anywhere but a forum on a beer site about dreaming about beer.
I do, but my dreams aren't strictly about beer. Like last night I was hiking through a forest, and found a diner, went in to have lunch. I looked at the bar and saw zero taps, so I asked if they had any bottles. The server stated that the only beer they carried was SNPA. I asked for one, was told they was out, and they tried to get me to drink some tonic water that had ginger and garlic, so I sent it back angrily.
I have actually had several beer dreams recently. I brings joy and relief to my heart that other people actually have beer dreams as well.
Probably once a week. Either I stumble upon a bar with rare beers on tap (many of which are probably very rarely tapped anyway) and then proceed to order a bunch (though I can't recall ever actually tasting them); or I have a beermare where I go to a special tapping and nothing is left or the person in front of me gets the last pour. So I guess I can thank good beer for giving me nightmares much more manageable than the ones where I get attacked by sharks that conveniently grow feet when they jump out of the water.
I'm sure I'd dream of beer if I were living in the days of prohibition...HOLY MOTHER OF, can you imagine living w/o beer through the Great Depression...