recently on ILX Dreams...

dreamt that lj was giving me a tour of his caribbean island homeland in a two-seat airplane. at some point he quoted a lynyrd skynyrd lyric, but i don't remember what the line was.

i just want to be
left alooooone

dreamt that i was being interviewed and someone said "what in your opinion was the single most influential event in ilx history" and i answered "the advent of the noize dudes"

or possibly "board"

I miss my flight to a long-haul destination beginning with B that I can't remember, then aimlessly hang around the small airport waiting for the next flight. The airport has some scrubby ground around it. Suddenly I see a large group pass by and I hear someone say 'Cutty'. I hesitate for a moment, then march up and introduce myself to Cutty. He has a blonde afro. I shake his hand and everything. Then I go back to get my flight but before I get on it I have to take my place in the line, which turns out to be a big revolving turntable that everyone stands on with their bags. It's hard to keep my balance and I wonder why I've forgotten how to do this since my last flight.

i was looking at the new answers for the "who really cares" board - no thread started by or last posted to by information or times. Just dates started and thread titles. The Most recently posted to thread was entitled, "You have a fine shovel."

^hilarious

I dreamed last night that I met Hoos and Jordy Lasarge in the Old City portion of Knoxville and we did a Beastie Boys pose with our hands in the middle and took a photo. They were very similarly dressed. Also, the visit was a surprise, and Hoos let me know he was in town by sending me cellpwn pics of stuff around Knoxville (one of them was of a detail of my cildhood home, which is in Maryville, though).

*childhood

i had a dream the other night that hoos was getting married and me and deej were iming about it being a bad idea but we didnt know how to tell him

hahaha

Hey, I had a dream about HOOS, too. I ran into him somewhere, and he told me that he'd seen the first episode of the new season of LOST, and that it was kind of disappointing. He started to tell me why, but I was like, I don't want spoilers. Then a tall, beautiful African American girl he was friends with came up to say hi to him, and I knew I'd met her before but couldn't remember her name, so I said, "Hey, I'm sorry, I forget your name." She said, "It's Erin." I said, "I'm John." HOOS said, "Easy to remember, right?" I said, "Or not, since there are so many other Johns." She then said, "What about Mark? How many Marks are there?" "Do you mean how many are born now or how many were born when we were born?" "Both." "When we were born, it was like a top 10 name. Now it's barely in the top 100." Oh, and we were all underwater the entire time.

I dreamed I came across a self-published novel in a used bookstore, written by an uncle of mine, whose protagonist was "Jergincito, sworn enemy of 7:00am".

I had a dream about roxy & nijoli, that they bombed dozens of threads with all my personal information (ssn, phone, address, medical info, grades, etc) and pictures of my dog's corpse. It woke me up at 4 a.m. I felt weird.

I hope you guys don't get offended by this, it was just a dream.

I was at a Salt-N-Pepa concert in Philadelphia with my friend Dennis but it was actually like ten or twelve folding chairs in a circle, and I heard someone address someone else in the circle as "Giboyeaux" and it was gbx, and he looked and saw me and came over and shook my hand, and then I was listening to an album consisting of bits of dialogue from Female Trouble and Edith Massey was saying something about wishing someone's house was attacked by giant earthworms and that "all the animals would turn into... cats". And then gbx was eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.

I dreamed last night that I met Hoos and Jordy Lasarge in the Old City portion of Knoxville and we did a Beastie Boys pose with our hands in the middle and took a photo. They were very similarly dressed. Also, the visit was a surprise, and Hoos let me know he was in town by sending me cellpwn pics of stuff around Knoxville (one of them was of a detail of my cildhood home, which is in Maryville, though).

― afa the i can c (roxymuzak), Thursday, December 10, 2009 9:34 PM (1 month ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

*childhood

― afa the i can c (roxymuzak), Thursday, December 10, 2009 9:34 PM (1 month ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

i had a dream the other night that hoos was getting married and me and deej were iming about it being a bad idea but we didnt know how to tell him

― max, Thursday, December 10, 2009 9:36 PM (1 month ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

Hey, I had a dream about HOOS, too. I ran into him somewhere, and he told me that he'd seen the first episode of the new season of LOST, and that it was kind of disappointing. He started to tell me why, but I was like, I don't want spoilers. Then a tall, beautiful African American girl he was friends with came up to say hi to him, and I knew I'd met her before but couldn't remember her name, so I said, "Hey, I'm sorry, I forget your name." She said, "It's Erin." I said, "I'm John." HOOS said, "Easy to remember, right?" I said, "Or not, since there are so many other Johns." She then said, "What about Mark? How many Marks are there?" "Do you mean how many are born now or how many were born when we were born?" "Both." "When we were born, it was like a top 10 name. Now it's barely in the top 100." Oh, and we were all underwater the entire time.

― Hoisin Murphy (jaymc), Wednesday, January 6, 2010 1:40 PM (2 weeks ago) Bookmark

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I had a dream that "the table is the table" was at my house, and I said, "Oh hey, that's sweet because I just got this in the mail." "This" was a John Hughes movie called "The Table is the Table: The Musical," which Mr. Hughes had not allowed to be released during his lifetime. It had just been released on a deluxe DVD treatment. We smoked a bowl and watched it together. Between musical numbers, it was a lot of Mummenschanz/Pilobilus-type arty dance numbers, but during the singing parts, it was more traditional choreography. The only song I remember was sung by Molly Ringwald, and the chorus went: "the table is the table is OTM! is OTM! is OTM!"

haha omg

love to you abbott. <3

Holy shit, the best dream ever!

Last night I had a nightmare that two guys with shotguns broke into my house, disguised as New Yorker subscription salesmen.

Last night I dreamt I went on a trip to the beach up in NSW to hang out at my grandparents beach house in the bush, and when I got there, to my suprise there was Roxy, Nijoli and Crutis who had dedided on a whim to go on a road trip (over the ocean!? yeah shut up it works ok) to come visit me. LOL.

We hung out and talked about how the same products mean different things in the US vs Australia, such as Jif.

A couple of weeks ago I had a dream where I had sex with some ILXor, but I've forgotten who it was. I just remember waking up and feeling ashamed for dreaming about doing it with an fellow ILXor.

Had a dream I saw a lap steel guitar going cheap in the window of a shop but when I went in to ask about it, the shop assistant said it had been sold to Rowan Atkinson who was giving it as a present to his son (does he have a son?) Then, bang on cue, Rowan Atkinson shows up ... I said to the assistant, "What's he buying that for, he could afford a brand new one with his money"

Whoa, I didn't know Rowan Atkinson posts to ILX!

Oh, I didn't know you needed an ILX angle!

Yeah, this is the threads for dreams about ILXors. There's another thread for other dreams:

Your (Non-ILX) Dreams

(Sorry to be such a pedant.)

No, dreaming about having sex with ILXors just means that you have really good taste.

I swear to God, I had an ILX dream years after I'd dropped this place like a bad habit. And that is why I'm going to post this one last time here, swearsies. It's a long and involved dream and involves a lot of people I remember from coming around here, and is as follows:

I dreamed I was in this vintage-looking kitchen (with updated appliances and all) in this rambling Victorian house that looked like it was set in Louisiana -- everything looked like it was set in Louisiana. I was making a huge batch of pasta salad while Texas Sam was beside me making a gigantic pot of baked beans and listening to some old-sounding country band (they sounded like Hank Williams or Johnny Cash). Then I seem to remember that we're there because we're making food for a wedding reception and the wedding is between Julia and Kenan, who are going to be getting married in an informal garden ceremony. (They were both upstairs in separate bedrooms getting ready.)

I spot Mark C's Sarah going upstairs with Julia's dress, which looked very flowing and 1920s vintage, while I went outside with this gigantic pot of pasta salad, and outside nickalicious was manning the grill, putting on some big racks of pork babyback ribs and butterflying the chicken for barbecuing later. I wanted to chat with him briefly so I could let him know that my bf was there (I think he was off to one side smoking with some other random people) and how they both were into Fishbone (which is true) and were musicians and they'd probably get along really well, but he was talking with Tep and they were having a little discussion about the barbecue sauce nickalicious had made and Tep -- who for some reason I knew was the property owner -- was telling nickalicious about how he puts more cayenne pepper and less vinegar in his own homemade sauce and nickalicious was arguing about how this was how they did it back in Kentucky and it was his grandfather's recipe or something like that.

Anyway, so I let them be and moved further out into the garden, which stretched out about an acre or so and had a lot of grass and trees, and under a really old and shady tree there were a lot of plastic picnic chairs gathered in a circle with a whole lot of ILXors sitting around drinking beer and chatting, from Ned and Dan (Dan's wife was also there) to Ally and Sarah McLusky to Mark C and Matos, who was making them all laugh because apparently he was great at telling funny stories period (and not just about his stupid ex-stepfather), and many more people. I was also standing right next to this weird underground walk-in refrigerator dug into the garden and as I was opening the door (it opened upwards and revealed a set of stairs to climb down to where the fridge area was), I wished I could be with those people having fun chatting and laughing, but I felt like I'd be imposing myself on them by just pulling up a chair and sitting down, but when I looked up I saw Dan waving at me in a friendly manner as if to say that I was welcome to join in, and I waved back acknowledging that I'd seen him and was happy about getting to join them after I put away the pasta salad when I suddenly slipped and tumbled down the stairs. That's when everything went black and my dream ended.

Much like my post. And my being here. Hi and bye!

*waves* Nice seeing you again.

on a friend's couch this weekend, dreamed i was driving thru the American South with J0rdan S. & deej. stopped at a record store. there were five or six loose tapes w/o boxes in a vinyl rack for $2 each. one was Kountry Kings self-titled, which i wanted for years. took it to the desk and they gave it back to me boxed with the original lengthy intricately detailed inlay card. (n.b. this group don't exist irl)

One wall there was top to bottom CD racks, lowest was labeled "free mixtapes". i took about 12 interesting looking ones (thinking "oh hey they have lil b here wtf") and the record store guys rang them up and said "$55 plz" I kept saying "no u don't understand these are mixtapes!" eventually i called across the store to another employee, "hey do u know what mixtapes are" and he said "sure" and gave an encyclopedic definition & history of the mixtape. this meant that i got them for free for some reason.

Hi, Dee! Loved reading about your dream, is sounded so sweet and comfy! Too bad you don't want to post here anymore, but it's your choice of course.

Dreamt that Z S was working in a GIF Photoshopping office, and his boss was my old line manager. Z S kept having John McEnroe style tantrums at his boss, because his desk was a space under some open style ranch stairs and he couldn't concentrate with people walking up and down the stairs all the time.

"swearsies"

"This is the last post to ILX I'll ever make. Oh wait a minute there's a new Steely Dan thread..."

"...goodnight & thank you"

Anyway, an actual ILX dream. I've mentioned elsewhere that most of my dreams are in black & white, without sound. But this dream was like being inside one of Abbott's comics...
Abbott's Comix
...because at one point someone knocked on the door and instead of the sound there was the caption "knock knockle knock".

I woke up in a semi-panic this morning, not for the reason it actually should have been (it was almost an hour and a half later than intended) but because in my dream I'd forgotten to review something which ilxor 'stevie' commissioned me to do for the Evening Standard. Whichever way you slice it I need to apologise to stevie :(

Radio broadcast of recorded art from an airplane. We're in the noisy fuselage and the next woman up is describing her project. Then I'm next, and I'm jumping with a mic attached to a very, very long cord. I don't remember what I was supposed to have performed on the way down.

Somewhere in the air I'm reading ilx; something about the blue and white in the sky reminds me of style.css. LJ and I are looking at old posts between us, some misunderstanding. I'm aware of ilx wolves looking over our shoulders and their impending Monday morning quarterbacking, and then I wake up.

For some reason, I'm going to see Mark Grout, in his (dream) hometown of Cambridge. The main purpose of this visit is to jam and make some music with Mr Grout, who I've never met and who I've only talked to on the phone. Apparently Mr Grout is notorious for only using one note in all his compositions. However Ed counsels me against visiting Mr Grout, implying that he is a somewhat weird character, with very few friends, who feeds visitors potatoes full of worms and maggots as some sort of strange dietary discipline. Anyway, I can't remember what happens in the rest of the dream (I've never met Mark Grout IRL by the way) but I do remember one of his songs from the dream: a doowop song, with no (or very subtle) chord changes called "Olè Baby".

Night of weird dreams. Only part I remember (and just remembered it now upon seeing one of his posts) was that in it I was trying to explain to some girl that LJ's name is pronounced like "Louie" and not "Luis". I remember saying to her, "OK, this is going to blow your mind . . ." LOL.

Everyone was in a hysteria because it was just found out about Grady's sociopathy. I was with his grandma and she was upset and I was being pedantic, saying, "Just because he's a sociopath doesn't mean he's gonna kill somebody."

Then we were upstairs in her Miss Havisham house and I was teaching some poor Oliver Twist some kind of literacy that most resembled either rolling sushi or sculpting chewing gum to look like tadpoles. She was mad about something to do with my tadpole literacy teaching that would be too tedious to explain.

zvookster, you sent me a text message last night -- i think i had your name as Gabriel or something

http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/6421614/2/istockphoto_6421614-emoticon-angel.jpg

good recent crop of dreams yall

Dreamt that I was playing a Street Fighter II console knock-off with TOMBOT.

He was beating me at the game, so I asked how he was so good at it, and he replied "Oh I just mash the buttons randomly".

Dreamt that Shakey Mo and I worked together at "ILX: The Magazine" (or something) and I helped him go through a stack of hate mail he'd left in his car while we went out for lunch. One of the envelopes contained nothing but a used condom.

page 7 - Ned Raggett reviews the latest hip sounds
page 16 - Agony aunt ENBB helps you with your problems
page 19 - clubbing with Local Garda
page 59 - The Tuomas Opinion

lol

would read