― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 07:25 (twenty years ago) link
I don't know what this means! I've never even listened to a Metallica album.
― miloauckerman (miloauckerman), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:20 (twenty years ago) link
― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:24 (twenty years ago) link
Thank you, Dr. Dastoor!
― miloauckerman (miloauckerman), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:31 (twenty years ago) link
― Lara (Lara), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:32 (twenty years ago) link
― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:34 (twenty years ago) link
― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:35 (twenty years ago) link
― Lara (Lara), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:37 (twenty years ago) link
― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:38 (twenty years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 22 October 2003 18:38 (twenty years ago) link
It better not be bad luck to mention a dream about someone dying.
― Tep (ktepi), Friday, 24 October 2003 16:13 (twenty years ago) link
― RJG (RJG), Friday, 24 October 2003 16:24 (twenty years ago) link
― j.lu (j.lu), Friday, 24 October 2003 16:28 (twenty years ago) link
― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Friday, 24 October 2003 17:54 (twenty years ago) link
I had a dream about waiting for a certain Ilxor to get out of the bathroom recently. They were taking a long time. The name is being struck from the record in order to protect the innocent.
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Friday, 24 October 2003 18:05 (twenty years ago) link
Later, in an unrelated dream, I smoked a few bowls of pot with my dad at a rock concert/short story reading/weird cultural event in a stadium in Pittsburgh.
― hstencil, Tuesday, 4 November 2003 17:13 (twenty years ago) link
― jel -- (jel), Tuesday, 4 November 2003 18:02 (twenty years ago) link
I remember the Pinefox getting the ball in our half of the field, somewhere outside the penalty box, and he began to dribble in a kind of loping, feinting manner around the perimeter, not attacking the goal (nor passing) but almost just for the beauty of it, keeping to the outside, and keeping the ball away from us. Not directly defending, I was more of a midfielder, and so hung back a bit, waiting for a mistake or for the ball to pop out. He looked quite smart in his Umbros and black soccer cleats.
Then the pinefox did something curious. He had an appointment to keep, and he kicked the ball hard out of bounds. When it came back in I snared it and had just open grass between me and the opposing goalie, but as is the case with all dreams like this, I either lost the ball or never reached the goal. In any case the end never came.
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 7 November 2003 14:14 (twenty years ago) link
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Friday, 7 November 2003 18:28 (twenty years ago) link
Last nite I dreamt that I was in some sort of weird competition. I ended up going into the woods & there was a horse which came trotting over. Then it started to speak to me. At first it was pretty cool, but then it turned horrible as it asked me to do some bad things. I cant for the life of me remember what though! (not bad things to the horse i have to add!!!)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 16:29 (twenty years ago) link
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 16:33 (twenty years ago) link
― s1utsky (slutsky), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 18:39 (twenty years ago) link
*He was a good dream kisser, too.
― nottelling, Wednesday, 12 November 2003 18:52 (twenty years ago) link
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 21:13 (twenty years ago) link
― nobody, Wednesday, 12 November 2003 21:16 (twenty years ago) link
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 21:34 (twenty years ago) link
was it martin?
― RJG (RJG), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 21:35 (twenty years ago) link
*mmmmwahwmwammawahmmm*"HI DERE!"
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 12 November 2003 21:36 (twenty years ago) link
― gaz (gaz), Monday, 17 November 2003 02:02 (twenty years ago) link
I'm not naming names until I can tell the two people involved in this dream about it, privately.
― Pancakes For Breakfast! (Dee the Lurker), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:09 (twenty years ago) link
― cinniblount (James Blount), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:15 (twenty years ago) link
― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:17 (twenty years ago) link
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:18 (twenty years ago) link
― cinniblount (James Blount), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:22 (twenty years ago) link
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:23 (twenty years ago) link
― cinniblount (James Blount), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:24 (twenty years ago) link
I forgot to add that in this dream, Nate was a white rastafarian in a long leather coat. With a gun.
― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:27 (twenty years ago) link
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 17 November 2003 06:27 (twenty years ago) link
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 17 November 2003 13:26 (twenty years ago) link
I am reporting another pinefox dream, but unfortunately this one didn't happen on a sunny soccer pitch; I just dreamt that I was reading a post of his that read "Tracer Hand seems to want a world where he is necessary." Not quite those words, but that's the gist.
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 13:21 (twenty years ago) link
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 13:24 (twenty years ago) link
― Sean Carruthers (SeanC), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 13:25 (twenty years ago) link
At any length, the person I was watching TV with was Julia, and the person who was the new consumer reporter for ABC was Ned. *laughs* I didn't think it was creepy or anything -- just thought it would be weird to admit this without chatting with these people in private. Oh well. You're right. Much ado about very little.
*returns to "Sing Blue Silver" therapy*
― Pancakes For Breakfast! (Dee the Lurker), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 13:32 (twenty years ago) link
Graduations: "THE BAHLOOOZ EXPUHLOZHEEIN!"Bar Mitzvahs: "PLAY THE BAHLOOOZ, PUNK! MAZELTOFF!"Funerals: "I'M TAALKEEEN BOUT THE BAHLOOOOOOOOOOZ!"
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 13:41 (twenty years ago) link
I have only just read Tracer H's posts. I am somehow warmed or cheered to read of his more than one dream of me. I think I like his description of my approach to footy as well.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 19 November 2003 14:20 (twenty years ago) link
Then I learned that I had to go to Ireland. It was unavoidable. But I was sad because I thought that Irish people I know were coming over here, and I would not see them.
I woke up before I went, or did not go.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 19 November 2003 14:22 (twenty years ago) link
Then I was out on the high street, yes, that old high street, with Amanda Wright. It was terribly windy. She was after chips, I think.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 19 November 2003 14:25 (twenty years ago) link
She said other things, some I can't remember, some I can't repeat.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 19 November 2003 14:26 (twenty years ago) link
(from last Friday night)I was leaving a vague someone's apartment, I knew it was very late at night, almost sunrise, and my son was with me, and he was still awake. I realized we needed to get home immediately, so we leave. As I drive towards our house through the 'hood, I have to maneuver through strange gangs of children who are throwing fireworks or explosives or something. The whole thing is very vaguely sinister; after all, it is right before sun-up. Then something explodes near my car and Luk4s and I get out and walk. As we're walking an IRL acquaintance (whom I at one point or another have had a massive crush on) appears out of the strange throng gathered at my door, but no real involvement in the dream-plot yet. Anyway, my house is full of cops who show me all these strange drugs they've found in my house, drugs that I definitely AM NOT down with: heroin, crack, meth, etc. Then they handcuff me and drag me away from Luk4s, who is yelling "DADDY! DADDY!". As I'm dragged out the door, away from my son, random crush/acquaintance watches, points, and laughs.
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 14:33 (twenty years ago) link
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 14:39 (twenty years ago) link