recently on ILX Dreams...

which is interesting, because i've never actually met him.

anyway: he was sitting by the side of the road in a souped-up renault 4, with an american bloke in the passenger seat who i recognised as an ILX0r (fuck knows who it was, though).

i told him i thought his car was topp; he said he hated it. i tried to tell him how you could take all the bodywork panels off and service it yourself, but i woke up before i could finish.

it was me!

At one point, the window rolled down a bit and Dan handed me an envelope that contained something very important, but I don't remember what it was now -- some information that was vaguely sexual, I think, but also esoteric & mystical.

smallest dream ever!

Was there pistol-whipping involved perchance?

i can't say for sure!

didn't realise it had to be about ILXors, thought it was general.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ANY OF THIS MEANS

The rest of it was pretty standard stress dream, stuff, being naked in public, that kind of thing, but with the added extra stress nightmare of the BEING PHOTOGRAPHED kind. Bah, rub.

Ooh, I've been dreamt about! I must be getting close to circle jerk meta thread acceptance.

The weird thing is the only football match I'm ever likely to get freebie hospitality* tickets for is a crap 2nd division match as my several people I know are Morton shareholders and I occasionally drink with a bloke who might be a supporter's rep on the board..

What booze did I smell of?

*a pie and a can ay Tennents Lager

Dream analysis eh? Load of shit if you ask me haha.

the canadiens were absolutely killing the penguins, not least because bob from that 70's show was the pens' starting center. then i realized that ken c (whom i too have never met) was playing defense for the canadiens. after the game i went to the restroom and found ken washing up. i said, "hi ken! what's up with chu?" he didn't know i was an ilxor and we stared at each other uncomfortably until the piped-in music changed to the first song off that arcade fire record. and then i woke up.

I remember his rather rattled but amused response to opening a gift to reveal 'googlemaps', "What fucking use is this to anybody?!" he snorted.

I was going to a fap somewhere in London, but I wasn't sure where it was. Then I met Hurley, he was also on the way to the FAP, and lost too. We ended up looking at heavy metal t-shirts...we never got to the FAP. Ned sent me some pictures over an internet connection, along with the jist of the evenings conversations. One was about Jel and the American Finances. I drew some pictures and sent them back to Ned.

Right before I woke up today: PUP BASEMENT, which was #14 on Custos's top 20 this year. Although someone immediately said "Wait, is that even a real band?"

We discussed german frozen food company Dr.Oetker's, and "Popular" (the FT feature, not the tv show.)In this dream it was *him*, not Tom Ewing, doing the project - and I gotta admit, "Simon Trife reviews every UK#1 from 1952 to the present" would be awesome.

Later, I was looking through the house, and you could just walk in on the people next door. I said something like "it's so communal here!". I enquired about house prices in Finland - £24,000 apparently!

I love dreams, me.

i remember seeing RJG, gerry and rumpie (which is odd, because although i know RJG and gerry in real life, i've never met rumpie). and i vividly remember the FAGOT? lot playing tennis in the distance.

then it all disappeared and i ended up in some weird stately home. but it was fun while it lasted.

But last night, I dreamt I was doing some hott snogging with a random British ILXor.