recently on ILX Dreams...

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

the mysteries of the subconscious

in orbit was a 50-foot-tall redhead rampaging on the streets of dc. She had inexplicably found a giant-sized AR-15 and was trying to work out how to fire it, all while giving her personal history of her favorite directors: "...and then Kubrick was my favorite director until Cronenberg came along, and then Cronenberg was my favorite director until..." BLAM! She gets it to work. There is a huge explosion on the street. She fires again at the wooden gate of some embassy, but it doesn't damage anything. Suddenly I'm at a tropical resort, where I got a great deal because of civil unrest, and I'm trying to order pineapple pizza.

pineapple pizza, the least plausible part of this dream

No, no. I'm a disgusting savage.

This morning I woke up from yet another version of what seems to be one of the two usual dreams I now have. I had a completely different life almost three years ago, nothing wild, just different. It was a life I thought I'd pretty much have "forever". Although the change isn't what most people would call drastic, it was pretty drastic for me and since April 2011 my mind seems to be working it all out.

So just about three times a week, or more, I dream that my old life and new life collide. Sometimes my old life is my "real life" and other times my current life is also my current life in the dream world but takes place in my old house. I am often at my old house, yard, job or back with my ex and have to explain where I've been for 2.5 years. It can be sad like when I find myself without August in my old life, which is the life I end up. They are ridiculous sometimes, like when I made a cute nursery under my old work desk to hide August while I worried like crazy about my boss walking by and coming up with an excuse for my two year absence and explaining August. I dislike seeing my ex or his parents when they appear in my dreams. I use to have chickens and sometimes I wind up in my old backyard and it's overgrown, all my chickens and other pets dead.

Wonder when all this will stop and I can return to trying to put a giant contact in my eye or driving a teacup down the highway or having sex with weird things like cars.

trying to put a giant contact in my eye

lol otm

Last night dreamt that I was dancing with DJP, whom I never suspected was THAT good at Lindy Hop.

Having seen the man shake it, I'm pretty sure he would be amazing at any dance tbh.

are you still doing that ballroom dancing leee

Sort of (dance nerd answer is I'm transitioning from ballroom to swing dancing, i.e. Lindy Hop).

Jealous, ENBB!

dreamt that z s, dick cheney and i were in a presidential debate, except that it was taking place in a hotel room (z s sitting on one bed, me on the other, cheney at the desk) and was being moderated by a long-ago ex-gf of mine, who was now married to a spectre operative. i was wearing shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt, which felt underdressed for a nationally televised debate if personally in character.

not sure why z s and i were both there, as we seemed politically in tune; i guess one of us was green party or something. i remember wondering if it would be politically astute to bring up cheney's daughters' feud and/or loudly accuse him of being a war criminal. at some point an unnamed, unconventionally attractive female minor television star wandered into the room, looking bored, and quickly left.

dreamt that luriqua decided to write, direct, and produce a feature film. once his ILX faithful learned about this, many of us volunteered to work on it with him

once production got underway, we found out that the film was about a cult leader (luriqua played the role of the cult leader)

around the time i woke up, we had discovered there was no film at all and that it was a giant plot to make us all join a real cult and be tricked in to a mass-suicide.

the last thing i remember was seeing someone who looked like luriqua's last WDYLL laughing maniacally as big hoos aka the steendriver said "lol classic luriqua"

lmao

amazing

And I thought a mookie/ZS buddy comedy couldn't be topped!

Alfred, myself, and Ryan (a friend of mine from high school) had concocted a plan to sleep over at Ryan's house after prom. There was the promise of a cornucopia of drugs. The other guys, as far as I knew, had the hook-ups, and I was not holding anything yet. I was getting a ride to Ryan's house (a big farmhouse in the country) from his dad when I mentioned something about a sleepover. His tone got serious as he said "You're planning a slumber party?"

The next thing I knew we were all over at Alfred's house instead, which was a very small trailer in a trailer park. We didn't have any drugs, just a cube of Miller Light and we were all sitting outside the trailer in folding lawn chairs drinking it. Alfred's mom came out to warn us about some kind of snake, it was long and colorful. Just as she went back inside, the snake appeared, dangling down out of a tree! And Alfred was teasing it and taunting it as it crawled under the trailer. It was hissing at him and he said it bit him, but I didn't see anything.

Flash forward to later and we were all standing around in some mall watching euro disco videos.

Oh god. ILX has made its way back into my dreams again.

I fell asleep reading the Body Positivity thread, and then I had a dream that La Lechera started a thread that was called "ILXHacks" or something like that, which was just a list thread of all the excellent advice people had received on ILX over the years - and she started it off by saying that the Body Positivity thread had taught her how to wear scarves properly, which she had never really got. And as I was reading this thread (which was great, in my dream) I was thinking of all the little, invaluable bits of advice that *I* had received on ILX over the years and which ones I was going to add to the thread, if they weren't already there.

And I woke up and I was so sad that it wasn't a real thread! And now half want to start to start that very thread. (But half fear ILX meta of that sort often going nasty.)

But it's just so funny that my dream was so clear about ILX and the format and specifically which users were saying what, screen names and everything. It was very lifelike. (Perhaps this is a sign I am spending too much time on ILX)

ha thats awesome that you started the thread all ilx shd be dream based

<3

A long and unbelievably vivid dream. A user named "poptones" was posting photos of herself on WDYLL and I recognized her as a co-worker. After a bit of deliberation, I decided to come clean: "Amy, I saw you on ILX. You are user 'poptones'. I am user 'goon tie'. I can't believe we've known each other for eight years and didn't know we posted on the same message board!" We smiled and laughed about it but then got serious. "Please do not do any searches about X or Y." "OK, I won't, please don't search anything I've said about Z".

there is a user called poptones iirc

!

That's gotta be Doomie. Imagine the ILX plot twists if Doomie was unmasked as one of Goon Tie's colleagues?!?!

o_0

poptones

― poptones, Saturday, 5 June 2004 16:48 (9 years ago) Permalink

lol

I was thinking of Popture

We smiled and laughed about it but then got serious. "Please do not do any searches about X or Y." "OK, I won't, please don't search anything I've said about Z".

― flamboyant goon tie included, Monday, February 3, 2014 4:31 PM (6 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

lmao

Branwell Bell, I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but you were in attendance at an Interpol concert in my dream last night. There's very little else of ilx interest though. Mostly I saw college friends. I did talk to Axl Rose about the Guns N Roses Adventure Time eps during the opening band, but then the dream shifted before Interpol actually came out.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! LOL

My Interpol obsession is starting to work into other people's dreams? Oh christ. Nyns yw hemma da. This is not good. :-D

:D

Whoa. Just came out of a deep sleep. The dream is fading fast, but flamboyant goon tie was over at my parent's house working on some synthesizers. He was also cooking dinner for everybody, but was upset that my folks didn't have a can of peas. I offered to go to Harris Teeter for him. "I'll be back in 10 minutes, I swear." When I started driving away to the grocery store, a trio of insurance agents stopped me. They were there to check out my car with two robotic dogs. I was so frightened by the sight of them that I could barely even put my car in park. I went upstairs to tell flambo and he was like "I know. I saw." then he requested that I do a fingerstick on him with this orange plastic shard. I jabbed him in the finger with it and it filled with blood.