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I had this dream the other night that I was wearing a white linen shirt with this barely visible light-gray pattern on it. It was something nautical like sand-dollars or nautiluses, just repeated in rows and columns, you know? Anyway, as I went through my day I'd spill things on it. Little things. A drop of coffee here coloring one of the sand-dollars, a dot of mustard coloring another. At some point I looked at myself in the mirror and got real excited that I had something to post to the "FUN SHIRTS" thread.

i dreamt that someone wrote up a profile/story about ilx and part of it was about "ilx's right-wingers" and how they might claim to be liberals but we all know the truth. obv the usual suspects were listed.

― Mordy, Wednesday, March 4, 2015 10:59 AM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

/logs into kinja/

I object, known hooligans etc

My wife and I were visiting the twin cities and on our way to meet up with jjjusten at his store. We reach the top of this huge hill with sporadic patches of snow on it. Mrs. Life decides to grab a sled and slide down. "I'll see you at the bottom," she yells. As soon as she disappears from view, I receive a text message from her: can u shovel the snow? jjjusten is worried that if his sidewalk is too slippery, everyone will shop at the competition, benjamin dutton's.

I think his worry is baseless considering that there really isn't all that much snow, so I keep walking on. I'm chatting with some random local about this as I walk and they're like "Benjamin Dutton's? Are they still around? I haven't been there in years, but it's a local Minneapolis sporting goods institution."

He leads me into this warehouse-like store, where I'm greeted by a Benjamin Dutton's employee. She's a disinterested retirement-aged woman with cat-eye glasses reciting their corporate spiel in a dull monotone. "Welcome to Benjamin Dutton's. All we've really got are these racks of emulators. If you want to try out a pedal, one of our associates can try to figure out what it might sound like if you plugged it into your personal rig."

I think his worry is baseless

lol

I had a dream that underrated a was a DJing a set at my parents old restaurant on Fire Island. Then we went out and partied and did a lot of drugs.

had a good'un a week or so ago, that i wrote down quickly after I woke up from it and before going back to sleep:

A wintry late afternoon in a dark portside London, gulls and the smell of brine. Several separate sets of events that I can't piece together in consecutive order now.

I remember turning up a snicket away from the port (out of an undefined sense of fear of beign on the main street). Dark tarry doors on either side, one of which led into a labyrinthine pubs set across several floors communicated via narrow wooden staircases. On the ground floor young set of men in the pub affecting piratical costumes and manner, as a form of recreation. Further up and on a landing, a set of early middle aged bowler hatted city clerks, would fly across skies and seas like a black cloud of ragged bats - I saw them on the way up, but in fact this bit was revealed by looking in a notebook on the top floor. There were pencil sketches of their tattered flapping nocturnal flights - looked very like Goya, and sinister, and I still have a very clear image of what that looked like, and could draw it if I had the skill.

When I woke up I wrote some notes, and here wrote (in that sort of semi-woken state you have when writing down dreams, that seems to communicate directly from the dream: 'Through their simple Romanticism they opposed the Variations of Beëzlebub and Baal.' I have no idea what that means, and it was more like a dreamed supplementary glossary.

At the very top of the house - and I can't remember whether I saw this or if it was in the notebooks I found, but there was either a dying old woman, or a woman who lived there once. There was a book typeset in a Victorian manner - heavy serif small text, v spacious leading - detailing her life. There was a line drawing at the beginning, lightly coloured. Notes again: 'Through a simple piety (insert tracing paper between picture and page) lived in the attic of the pub and later in life feel in love with an extremely old and decayed man.' There was also a picture of him (when he was younger) - a curious bifurcated picture so that his face was split in terms of expressions - very odd, almost modern. Sombre and slightly smiling.

Later (or before) in the rain I lost my trainers and doubled back and found a church very central and symmetrical in my dream - early romanesque not so baroque. It stood very gloomy and gothic in the rain. I walked up to it - in the words of my dream, describing myself, 'a simple prelate'. My dream-mind chose completely the wrong word - I was not at all high up, but a neophyte of some sort. Found myself dressed in simple white robes. Climbed stairs to an arch high over the ground, with the intention of throwing myself off (no fear or worry, this was just something I was going to do). A churchman appeared behind me and saw my silhouette in the arch against the dark evening rain and sky and called out. This surprised me so that I half turned and fell at the same time, and as I was falling thought as I had been surprised I hadn't really done it right. My last thought was of the absurdity of this thought - literally 'What does it matter you idiot?!' before dashing my brains out on the stone base of a pillar. This was not frightening or nightmarish in any way. Whole dream seemed suffused with melancholy fatalistic gloom that was quite enjoyable.

no ilxors, 4/10

descriptions of pubs ILXors might frequent, 7/10

oh yeah, forgot about that criteria. I have actually had a dream with deems in that i neglected to post but now can't remember it.

me too, tbf

been out of ilx posting for a while, you're all dreamlike ghosts atm anyway. christ is it time for a beer.

I had a dream ages ago that nakhchivan burned all of imago's books and I was like oh shit

if he could

that is books he owned not books he had written xp

do you have a lot of books?

quite a few - many of the juvenile flotsam have been consigned to a box in the storage room though

i think broch's 'the sleepwalkers' might be the only nakhommendation; as yet unread

had a dream that twitter changed their terms of service to say that gwar fans couldn't use the site and instead had to use a separate site called 'gwitter'; this led to a lengthy & heated ilm debate thread about how to define a 'fan' vs a 'casual listener'

lol

dreamed that i went to a basement seance with roxy & VG (and three other women, i don't remember who they were) and the woman leading the seance was the singer from menace ruine
there was a band before the seance but all those people cleared out and that's when i realized that there were only 5 of us left (plus the leader)

twitter changed their terms of service to say that gwar fans couldn't use the site and instead had to use a separate site called 'gwitter'

This is killing me.

last night i had a dream that my cousin was hosting a dinner party at his apartment in brooklyn and most of the dream was non-ilx related, but at the end max and j0rdan showed up uninvited and were both wearing the 'elderly until i die' t-shirt from the idakoos thread and then i woke up

irl lol

I've never had a dream with that strong an ending, v jealous

Had a dream last night that I ended up at a half-empty Kendrick Lamar concert in a hockey arena in New York. Most of the audience were young black women, but sprinkled throughout were unshaven men wearing hipster glasses. They would intermittently get in heated arguments with one another and then scan around the audience for another hispter glasses man to lock eyes with for approval. No user names, or specific images of people from wdyll, but I thought it was relevant.

lol

Good work

Trayce and I had to confront Abbott last night because she had been selling purple drank on the corner in her neighborhood. I guess we were cops or something? I just remember being served drank in what looked like the lid of a bottle of laundry soap.

lmao

http://media.salon.com/2014/01/brooklyn_99.jpg

that . . . is not a futurama screencap

I can like other things.

<3

loooool

Went to a Russian open-air train museum with la lechera and someone else I don't remember. We waited for steam trains to pull in while eating cake. The Orient Express made an appearance, but we didn't get on in time and it pulled out. We did look at pictures of the inside of the carriages, and one of them was decorated in black and covered in white writing about the failings of my supervisor. My hand came up in tiny blisters on the way home. Throughout the whole thing, LL knew what to do and where to go.

That sounds like an awesome dream!

It was! I wasn't worried about missing the train because instead I had an interesting walk home chatting to LL.

I'm glad that dream me is so competent! Lol @ failings of my supervisor

i really hope i have a great dream abt an ilxor soon

I dreamt that ilm either merged with rateyourmusic or implemented its own ratings system. Gaz Coombes and Supergrass immediately dominated the albums chart, holding 97 of the top 100 spots (OK Computer was #98 but idk about the last two). after a heated debate, the mods nullified all "joke" ratings, and the revised chart was pretty much what you'd expect for ilm, except 3 of the top 10 albums were still by Supergrass.

(I continue to deny that the Gaz Coombes thing is anything more than a forced meme, but I give credit to its originators for managing to infiltrate my unconscious)

"where is the love for Gaz Coombes?" is a perfectly terrible sentence that has definitely carved a deep groove in my mind

I had a dream last night that one of the profs in my department was holding a secret screening of Neil Young's Human Highway at her house, which isn't an ILX dream per se, but was obviously inspired by the talk about the film over on the Neil thread.

Last night I dreamt that I was talking to emil.y on ILX and her posts were like 3000 words plus and full of links and sound clips and ASCII art.

Underrated aeros sons burst into my hotel lobby and at all my tofu

I wasn't gutted tbh

school was starting and i had clemenza as my history teacher this year. the first day of class he gave us a pop quiz on irish newspapers. after that was done, he took us outside to the baseball field where he had set up 3 gatorade coolers filled with coke, diet coke, and cherry coke, plus a large bowl of peanut noodles. a girl in the class told me that she 'recognized me from ILX'. i was skeptical but eventually identified her as the prolific ILX poster 'CloudFaerie'.

I was in some foreign city, possibly Tokyo, entering my hotel room where I found a 4ft high back of dry dog food and a note from kingfish informing me that it was a super secret Australian brand, which had made him think of me, and I should see if my dog would like it. I was very pleased and touched that he had thought of me and my dog even though I was fairly certain the dog did not actually exist.

I was on a trip with mookie and there were some challenges and he helped me out and in the end everything was fine and I learned some things. That's all I have, no details, but whatever it was that mookie explained he was very clear and calm about the whole thing, which fixed whatever the difficult situation was.

Mookieproof: Lifecoach

!!!