recently on ILX Dreams...

Also, someone started a thread on housemates and it turned out that a bunch of different posters had lived with Ned Raggett at one point or another. They all kept going on and on about what a perfect housemate he was. So, for then on, 'Ned Raggett' meant someone who was a good housemate. People would post, "I'm moving to a new apartment and I really need to find a Ned Raggett..."

Hooray! With this info, and that Ned is probably going to stay at my place in October, I now know I need do no more cleaning this year! Hurrah!

Last night the July 4 NYC FAP must've been on my mind; I dreamt that we were all at a long table and Matos and I were at the end. He was going on about this girl he'd gone on a blind date with; he was quite taken with her and thought he might marry her. Apparently she was Mormon, though, so I was telling him that he'd have to convert and wear the underwear and stuff, and also that he might not want to count on so much as getting kissed before marriage because I knew plenty of Mormons who were that strict about premarital stuff. Obv. I was secretly jealous of her.

(but I thought you had a boyfriend?)

I had a dream last night that I was in bed with an ILXor but it was not a sex dream. For some reason I had like frosting on my stomach though. I blame the cold meds.

she was dressed — as always in waking life — in vivid red and black — but here as designed for eg Jackie O (*not* generally T's style): viz beautifully cut red jacket and skirt, and red pillbox hat!!

we were driving down mare street, and suddenly she leapt from the car, ran over to some workmen, seized a drill and bit from one of them and started drilling things (bricks, planks, all the stuff you build buildings with), and shouting at them — we were too far away to hear what she was shouting but the gist seemed to be "Do you see? Do you see what it's like?"

Anyway the workmen were running around waving their arms about, and she was running around alternately drilling and waving the drill about, and gradually the police arrived to run around and wave THEIR arms about, and meanwhile I was backing the car frantically, trying to magine where a good professional getaway driver would position it for when the drilling ceased and T had to escape

finally i decided this would be in the NEXT STREET: ie where no one was running around or waving their arms about

right at the end of the dream, a great crowd appeared at the end of this empty street, w.T in red at the front, waving the drill and running towards the car — i opened the door so she could jump in, and revved up ready to go — but then i woke up

(actually i just realised i opened the door on MY side, so if she jumped in we'd have driven ofrf with her sitting on top of me...)

Yes. I'm pretty sure it was him.

The subliminal-suggestions-through-posting-on-a-message-board-plan-for-world-domination is finally coming to fruition MUAHAHAHAHA!

(Okay, so I had noticed that too luna, it's kinda weird.)

We're here to *hic* take over the world, dammit! It is U&K! We will tell you stories about bootyflakes! And call you asshat! DO YOU SEE?

http://homepage.mac.com/ltsufura/.Pictures/TIME%20Softball/Voice082702/019.AS.JF.jpg

And yes, haters, that is a Killing Joke cap I'm wearing. The fire gets honored 24/7.

I read this as "Apparently she was Momus."