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I like when things like band names come to me in dreams.

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?"

I had a disturbing dream last night where an ilxor threw himself out a window and splattered all over a car like in the bad action movies. The person is normally very affable so I was shocked he would do something like that.

I met Trife last night! He was very nice, but also very wired - sort of a Hunter S. Thompson type thing. I remember being very intimidated by him. We were driving in his car (which was crappy, falling apart at the seams) at breakneck speeds.

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.

eugh, a rubbish one over christmas. i dreamed i was at warp for a meeting about shimura curves because they were thinking of signing them, but the warp hq was this weird corporate monolith place where everyone wore suits and everything was very spartan. the meeting wasn't with steve, it was with a japanese guy in a suit. we sat opposite each other across a small table in a small room with one wall made entirely of window. my chair was a normal office chair except when i looked down it was on a pole which stretched a hundred metres down into a white-lit pit, but there was a see-through floor at normal floor-height relative to me, so it wasn't like i was going to fall. i was increasingly uncomfortable in this situation and the guy was explaining - quite curtly, like a teacher talking to a five-year-old who's done something wrong - that warp really wasn't the right place and i really wouldn't want them to be signed to them, and saying "do you see? do you? and do you agree?" a lot. i mumbled something about knowing what he meant and got up to leave, and he said he'd give me five minutes to think about it anyway. i went to the toilets and the belgian was there and she was wearing the same skirt as me. we agreed it wasn't a good place. i went back to the meeting room and the guy was still there and ned was in the chair i'd been sitting in, then when the guy saw me he pulled a lever that pulled the floor out from under the chair and tipped the chair forward so ned fell off and fell a hundred metres. they said they'd done it to prove this wasn't the sort of organisation i wanted to be involved with, but when i said i'd already realised that and there wasn't any need to start killing my friends to prove it, he just shrugged. then they took the belgian and me outside and we were in a massive dark carpark that stretched for miles in every direction and we couldn't work out how to get home.

I was in a weird house in Finland. Some dude was showing me round, I think he was actually Tuomas' brother - he took me through the secret entrance to Tuomas' room - it materialized! There was a fish tank in there, and we fed the fish - they turned into lizards and got out, and had a fight, my cat was sitting on a chair and ran off. There was a locked door in the room and an old bike.

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!

Haha, I've never read this thread before, but the two dreams about me sound totally accurate. Except that I don't have a brother.

But your fish do keep turning into lizards?

Don't yours?

You may have made a bad deal in fish.

Had a dream which had a Beach Boys album in it last night. I woke up and wrote some of it down, then went back to sleep. It was an eighties album. It had ten tracks on it. The first track was one of their old songs, the second was called something like "Really Back" (referring I take it to the fact that Brian Wilson was back in the band) - it was 0:00 long. What else? Oh they do version of The Who's "Tommy Can You Hear Me?" on there, this is 0:30 long (for some reason the lengths of the songs have stuck in my brain). Fourth track on Side One is an epic, an eight minute track called "The Grand". But there's another 8 minute track which closes the album, this one's called "Coconut Buffin'". Highlight of the album has to be Side two, track one, a collaboration with 70s funk legend Johnny 'Guitar' Watson (and 'his Crew'), a song called "Rain and Shine or 1 of a Git".

I love dreams, me.

a week or so ago i had a vivid dream in which ILX manifested itself as an enormous studio/leisure complex thing. no, really! different posters were wandering around talking to each other, and huddling into little groups that represented different threads.

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.

Dada, a couple of those song titles are great. I especially like "The Grand."

I had a dream that i was still in high school, lived at mum & dad's house, and I went to some scary abandoned warehouse out in the middle of some nasty area.. there was a loud bar right next door to the warehouse, and me and andrew m. were trying to find a CD that was NOT Red Hot Chili Peppers to listen to, and people from the bar kept coming into the warehouse we were in. I finally threw a bottle against the ground in some effort to appear hostile and they buggered off.

this morning i dreamed that anilxorwhoshallnotbenamed and i were in an overgrown sunny churchyard sewing pictures onto sort of boot/sock things for an orphanage or a children's charity. there were some other people there. i was doing a dolphin on mine, badly, and aiwsnbn was doing flowers on his. and then we snogged, and then i noticed he had really funny ears but i liked them, and then we snogged again, and then i woke up.

I've never met him, or seen a picture of him, or emailed him privately, or anything.

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

Last night in my dreams, there was a Glasgow FAP (in my dad's local in Spain, but that's neither here nor there) featuring me, Madchen, Stet, Grimly Fiendish, Onimo, Aldo and, erm, Sir Jimmy Savile. Sir Jim was very well-versed in everyone's private life, having read a number of threads on ILE, which seemed to not surprise anyone at all.

I don't sleep anymore so I have to dream while awake. That is why my hands are octopuses.

Hey, I can't believe Jimmy Savile made it to the Glasgow-Spain dreamFAP and not me.

I KNOW!! Dreams are silly :-)

how's about that, then, boys and girls? did i get a jim'll fix it badge?

Zigmond Froid to thread

I have been watching too much TMWRNJ this weekend, and this exchange keeps going through my head:

Sir James of the Saville: But ask yourself this aldo, who is the real sick man? Is it the repected, cigar-smoking marathon runner, who does a lot of good work for charity, who just happens to like dressing up in his dead mother's clothes and pretending to be her, and who might have once taken her dead body home, talked to it for a week till the sexual frustration got too much, then rubbed his winkie all over her face before masturbating to climax all over her lusful face just like she always wanted me to but daren't ask because of the supposed conventions of 'normal' society? Or is it the businessman... in his suit and tie... despoiling the memory of Mother England by sometimes charging a little bit more than he really should, if he thought about it?
aldo: Well it's the first one, isn't it? It's the shellsuit-wearing, jewellery-jangling, aging incestuous lothario with the dangerous maternal rape fantasies. It's him, isn't it? You didn't think it through.
Sir James of the Saville: CURSE YOU GOD FOR MAKING ME THIS WAY!

Coincidentally, I've just remembered that after the hott snogging session in my dream, me and everyone I was with arrived in Glasgow by train - but ended up trapped in a room somewhere in Central Station with the staff refusing to let us out. And then, I woke up.

i dreamt that i was admiring some pert buttocks crossing the street just ahead of me, then realized that they belonged to kate cthulu.

i have only the vaguest sense of what she looks like, so that's a bit strange.

This is all a bit hazy, but I dreamt that someone I knew (maybe another ILXor) had dressed up as Pleasant Plains and looked uncannily like him, right down to the goatee.

I can't remember anything about my dream last night other than there were a few ILXors in it. I wasn't going to revive this thread, but since it's popped up on the New Answers page anyway...

A few nights ago, I discussed violence and morality in classic Warner Bros cartoons with J.D.

Last night, Tico Tico and mark s were sharing a joint with some e in it (is that even possible?); Tom offered me some, I was like "uh, I have a history of insanity in my family, would this be wise?", he was like "nah" and so I didn't get to try, though I really wanted to. So L7 :(

oh last night I dreamed that andrew had totally recoded ilx and it had so many bells and whistles, like multimedia content and shit.

I had two ILX dreams in one night! The first one was that something mocking I'd posted on a grime thread caused the MC in question to come and get me and he had Jess with him, except Jess had a cockney accent and baseball cap and was carrying a bb gun. Anyway, I remember I had to run away and somehow the story got picked up by the Sun or something and kickstarted a race war. Half the people in London wanted to kill me so myself and my family fled to Ontario. I swear this ended with me actually sitting bolt upright in bed in a cold sweat.

Then I went back to sleep and dreamt that I was at London FAP and an old lady got killed, and everyone in the pub was a suspect. Then we found out the murderer was actually Andrew F.

I think this is evidence I'm not utilising my brain enough this week.

Last night I dreamt I went to Ronan's funeral! Only the thing was, Ronan was there too. He'd expected the problems with his nose to kill him and had organised his funeral in advance, then decided to go ahead with it anyway to see what people would say about him. Then I went home and posted on the ILX Ronan Memorial Thread, and he kept responding with 'I DIDN'T LIKE ELECTROHOUSE I LIKED MINIMAL OKAY?!!"

That was even weirder than a couple of weeks ago when I dreamt I'd donated my right testicle to Andrew Farrell so he could sire children, then he returned it in a highly ungrateful manner.

dude, you need help.

Dude, you really do.

Genius though. Did Andrew stuff the unwanted testicle up your nose or something?

he didn't say it was a sex dream.

Hm, I guess I should have posted my airline-panic dream on this thread...

Matt... you have to stop sleeping.

with farrell

(IIRC it was transplanted back to me, and I got very stroppy with Andrew saying something along the lines of "you'd better not have caught a disease with this, bitch".)

yeah, that totally sounds like Andrew IRL

3 bollocks?

I'm feeling a little uneasy now. Yes.

A couple nights ago:

(back story: in starting to prepare for a course I have to teach in the spring, I was looking into Abraham Cahan's book The Rise of David Levinsky)

I'm in a field somewhere, and there's a stand-up comedy show, and the comic is David Levinsky. I'm troubled at this prospect, because I didn't realize it was happening, and I feel like I should see it to prepare for said course. I move up close and I see that 'David Levinsky' is none other than Tracer Hand, whom I've met all of once. I don't remember if he was funny, as I was preoccupied with my anxiety as to whether I was 'prepared'.

I had a dream that a serial killer was on the loose, and I found evidence that he had been in my closet.

That serial killer's name was Wrinklepaws.

I had a dream last night in which I was arguing about linguistics with The Milkmaid. It started when I said that I would rather be descriptive than proscriptive.

...

i had this long elaborate dream last night about something i can't remember, and suddenly i'm in a highschool hallway and Ned Ragggettt is talking to me - and he's scary skinny and has elaborate sideburns, like shaved neatly into celtic swirls that go down his face. yeah.

TOMBOT and Allyzay were my neighbors in my dream last night. I vaguely remember being scolded by the two of them for not mowing my grass often enough. They had a black and gold Tron-esque motorcycle in their driveway.

no, that actually happened

did the Tron motorcycle draw lines on the ground?

g00blar, i wasn't funny because you weren't paying attention - if funny was a snake, it would have bit those back-country hicks

thanks for showin up though, my next "show" is inside the nostril of a planet

Matt DC had magical powers in my dream last night.