recently on ILX Dreams...

nice to know at least part of me finally made it onto someone's dream. better than nothing.

Haha! this is current ILF in a nutshell, obv.

Later that night I had a dream in which this actually happened!

my dream from saturday is sure to horrify ilx's famed twee populace.
basically i was alligator proofing kittens. it wasn't going well to say the least¡
i was dressing them up in little suits of armor with spikes + stuff, tossing them into the swamp, watching the gators eat them in one bite and then going back to the drawing board. this went on for quite sometime.

Instant nightmare time.

My parents were really mad I got them.

I'd just moved into a new flat that looked kinda like a school classroom, and it was full of bookcases, so kinda like a school library. Then I discovered who my room-mate was, I hadn't been expecting to have to share, it was Momus. I was about to move out, as I thought there had been some sort of mistake, but I decided to stay, though by this time the room was full of Mo's pals all totally ignoring me. However, then he got a book of the shelf "Introduction to Information Management", and I was quite annoyed and asked him if he was taking the piss, then I woke up.

I'm at a cottage in Northern Ontario that I usually go to in summertime. I'm hanging around by the dock/shoreline, and I'm chatting with TOMBOT (whom I've never met). TOMBOT is putting beer and ice into the boat, as one does in these situations (an aluminum rowboat, not fancy). Then I notice a whole lot of frogs around. There's the regular ones that are a common sight at the cottage anyway, and then there's these really big yellow-ish ones. The big ones can't leap very well, and tend to have a wonky leg. TOMBOT tells me it's because they are paralysed. I accept this explanation. The dream kinda fades after that.

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Jerry the Nipper was one of the partygoers who was trying to fight off the zombies, and he was saying that even though the zombies were very real they were still a metaphor for relationships gone wrong. I blame his article for FT, "Passing Through".

When the ride was over, I was the last one on the boat. A pigeon was next to me. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING and the pigeon was pecking my leg. I just tried to walk away. The pigeon flew up to my arm and was trying to peck my face! I put my hand in front of my face. The pigeon began pecking faster. I pushed it. It flew. Came back. For some reason, I had my violin case with me. I grabbed it. There is an out side pocket on my case. I opened it, the pigeon flew inside, I zipped up the pocket, and I suffacated the pigeon. I threw it in the water.

Then I went hicking with my mom and one of her friends. We got lost, and I was trying to make something, but didn't have everyting I needed. Then some Stone Temple Pilots song was playing in the backround. My mom got mad at me. She made me, and only me, eat all of this cardboard. The worse part was, there was paint on it. I ate it.

Some how, I ended up in a building with three other people. We were all to eat ice cream. One person took all of the one flavor I liked out of the three that were there. Some old woman and I asked if he'd give us some. He kept most of it, gave a resonable amount to the old woman, and as for me, I got two table spoons!!

Dan - you, of all people, should know: CECI N'EST PAS UN PIPE.