recently on ILX Dreams...

Something got published (book, music, who knows) and there was a list of authors. One of the names read 'acoleuthic (in orbit)'. I tried to explain to whoever was with me that this was incorrect, but no-one listened.

this calls for a collaboration

"but saw some creepy dishevelled guy trying to feed b3ns0n (who was alone outside the shop) some mystery food."

;_;

Would never leave him alone outside some shop. What a strange dream!

b3ns0n

Poodleproof

Dreamt I worked for the Dennis, Randy and Steve Quaid Fellowship as part of a univerity faculty in Texas.

Dreamt that all the UK ILXors were posting that it was snowing heavily 'all over the UK', and I was the only one posting that it was raining heavily where I was, not snowing, and getting into a huge flame war with everyone else over it.

Did you end upsnowbawling

I was getting quite irate because people were posting pictures and saying 'look it's snowing everywhere in the UK' and I was posting things like 'no no no I'm looking out of the window right now and it's raining.'

Personally love that "flame war" seems to be making a comeback around these here parts.

it was melting the snow dream decoded

Dreamt last night I was in a video store, looking through the VHS section, and they had something called "Max's Original Starship", all four volumes!

Dreamt that ZS was telling me about his synthesiser.

I was at college and there was some sort of problem with people on pcp: some guy put a bird's nest in the microwave and someone else had to be tied to the wall with duct tape. so I headed down to ENBB's room. she had long hair and was wearing a bandanna and was smoking out with roxymuzak. she wouldn't let me in because she was paranoid that people only want to hang out with her now that she has a ton of weed.

ha I wish

haha me too

max, jordan s, and some dude all tweeted their pokemon "friend codes" at the same time as a coordinated joke

lol

love that

nighttime. after i stopped some dudes from stealing a pair of vintage altec lansing speakers off our roof, chaki pulls into the driveway next door in a black, 90s era honda accord with tinted windows. french tennis player julien benneteau exits the passenger side and heads inside. i tell chaki about the attempted theft and ask "was that julien benneteau?" chaki denies it.

I've recently been consuming large amounts of iced chamomile tea before bed. 4-5 cups, well-steeped, then poured over ice and taken to the head through a straw. Great vivid dreams, although after too many nights in a row of doing this, I started to get real lethargic the day after. Anyway, much better roi, dreamwise, than sitting around trying to choke down a cup of the hot stuff. I'll be sure to take note if I get any ilx dreams.

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Tolerance to this method built up very quickly. It became completely useless after about a month.

There were a lot of ilxors in my dream last night. Rev was there. Can't remember who else. We were touring Johns Hopkins and seeing all the places where Roky Erickson conducted acid tests there back in the sixties.

In my dream last night, I was administering nsfw body piercings (which...what?) and a couple ilxors were present. I just now remembered it, well into the next afternoon, and I kind of wish I hadn't.

I hope everything was sterilized so no one caught Johnny fever.

Sorry. I'm bored on lunch.

lol

a couple ilxors were present

delicately phrased

He didn't want to embarrass you mookie

Dreamt about an ilx thread that gave me key information on how to break into Matthew Perry's apartment. I broke in and stole like 20 longboards from him.

dreamed i was going somewhere with whiney. we walked up to the car and whiney yelled "shotgun!" and then got in to the driver's seat. i told him to move over so i could drive because ppl who call "shotgun" have to sit in the passenger seat but he said "nah, i'm gonna drive but i still wanted to yell 'shotgun'".

Very vivid dream last night that Whiney built a purple flying saucer and took off in California as US ilxors tracked him west to east, but it was revealed after takeoff that it was a suicide mission. Soon it was on the news and the Air Force was tracking him and all of ilx was posting with him, pleading for him to land it safely somewhere. Then he crashed it and died in my backyard (of the house in Alabama that I grew up in, not where I live now). It took about ten people to unscrew the lid off the saucer and retrieve his limp, naked body.

I know it all sounds really weird, and sort of based on the "balloon boy" thing, but it was very sad. Everybody was crying.

I did NOT do any drugs before bed.

holy crap!

poor whiney, i guess we all knew it would end this way

omg

weirdly the balloon boy hoax happened almost exactly four years ago (oct 15), is that why you had it on your mind??

I don't think I knew that, but maybe it was buried deep down somewhere.

Wait he was naked??

I told y'all it was a weird dream!

even tho I ain't met any of the folks here, I dreamed some of you were at a local performance of mine and critiqued my singing, saying it was slightly out of my range, and then moments later I turned into Walter White for some reason and everybody found out after the performance that I'd killed people and it was a different ending.

I had a dream the other day that I was in the supermarket looking through a pile of books that were on sale and I found this hardback copy of a book about Bertolt Brecht written by Roger Ebert. It had a 1970s style gold, green and maroon cover, no pictures, just the title and Ebert's name. I was going to buy it, but then I remembered Alfred, Lord Sotosyn saying something withering about it on ilx once, he didn't exactly say the book was garbage but it was obvious he didn't rate it, so I put the book back.
I didn't meet Alfred in the dream, just remembered something he had written on ilx.

That's not really as interesting as Johnny Fever's dream, just reading about that freaked me out! I always get the jitters when I dream about people dying, even if it's some celebrity I've never met, I have to google them as soon as I get out of bed to check they're still alive.

I googled Ebert's Brecht book after I had the dream to confirm that it doesn't actually exist (it doesn't).

you are probably just getting confused because both Ebert and Brecht wrote books about rice cookers

It took about ten people to unscrew the lid off the saucer and retrieve his limp, naked body.

Seriously, I'm about to go to bed soon and I can't get this image out of my head, THANKS JOHNNY FEVER.

I was backstage at an underrated aerosmith show. Guy was being very aggressive: "where is the rum? There is supposed to be rum on the rider" and he turns to me and orders me to go and get the rum, it has to be Barbancourt rum, and to do it now, his friends are waiting for their drinks. I leave the venue and look on my iPhone for places that sell Barbancourt rum, and find a place about twenty minutes away, and start walking there. It is a beautiful day and the walk is long. I arrive and head to the rum section. There is a lot of Bacardi and some Malibu but no Barbancourt. I see an empty space labelled "Barbancourt" but no bottles. I kneel down to get a better look and see nothing. Suddenly, a shadow is cast over me. I look up, and aerosmith is standing over me, impossibly tall and furious, with a shopping cart loaded full of Barbancourt rum, and he hisses "you walk too slow, asshole"

Best

At night the people come and go
They talk too fast and walk too slow, asshole

haw!

lmao rum dream

dreamt that i unexpectedly found myself in melbourne, so i decided to see if i could persuade trayce to ride shotgun as i drove across australia in my neon blue pontiac fiero (?). i didn't have her number, tho, so i went to a library to try to send an email.

the security guard at the library was watching a tape of a mid-90s nhl game and was a huge jeremy roenick stan. he kept going on about roenick and i was like dude, he was a solid player but nowhere near that good plus he's a kind of an egomaniacal blowhard. the security guard said 'well you can't stay now, can you?' (in an accent that was more irish than aussie) and kicked me out. and then i woke up. fuckin roenick

Irish immigrant a nice touch but wtf would such care for roenick

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