How often do you dream about beer?

I dream about beer everyday while I'm at work. Every fucking day!!

 

Did they serve nachos?

 

Amen, Mister nUgZ! Amen.

 

How did you know?

 

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.

 

No, urine!!

 

I daydream about beer all day at work. I used to think about sex 24/7, now it's strictly beer ****. Sad part is, I'm not joking one bit .

 

I once dreamed of walking into a supermarket and finding cases of aged Cantillion. Then I woke up

 

Usually happens at work shortly after lunch

 

An amount that would be extremely embarrassing to admit anywhere but a forum on a beer site about dreaming about beer.

 

Occasionally. My wife says I sleep talk about it too sometimes.

 

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.

 

That sounds like Gubna.

 

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.

 

Yes, on many occasions...mmmmm BEER!

 

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.

 

Every day. And some nights.

 

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...

 

I want to live in your dreams.