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I dreamed that I owned three Dodge Neons last night. One would only play Kraftwerk (red), one Trans Am (yellow) and one Lightning Bolt (black).

My parents were really mad I got them.

i dreamt some1 was tryin 2 kill me and my mum was buying a dog mm i must b mad

your mom was BUYING A DOG!!!!!?!?!?!?

yeah weird i know it was like a dog market lol perhaps its cos she keeps going on about having my dog

having your dog?

yeah i have a dog and some times she looks after him if i go places and im moving and she wants 2 keep him mm what dont u understand

well i get it now

hehe ok

Okay, I had a pretty weird dream this morning...

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 had a dream last Saturday night where Dale the Titled and I were walking around Lexington at 1:30-2:00 am under a full daylight sky, watching people going about their business as though everything was normal, while we're all freaking out "what the hell, why does no one but us notice that something is VERY WRONG!?!?!".

I had a dream last night where I was explaining the trife/nate patrin feud to my sister. Odd.

Perhaps she wishes to convert them to the love of Reef.

I had a dream the other night that tokyo rosemary, my brother and I were part of an FBI task force dedicated to finding abducted children. All I really remember about it is we were bored a lot of the time.

So I had this dream the other night and just found this thread, so here ya go:

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.

Oh, this is the dock and boat in question. I'm on the left. That's my friend James, not TOMBOT. I'm sure there is beer somewhere there...

http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/07/747021/556227932130l.jpg

The other night I had a dream I was at a party at an old house, when it was besieged on all sides by flesh-eating zombies.

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".

Was he smoking a pipe as he said this?

I had a dream that I lived on a farm, and it looked as if it was from the future. Then I went with some friends on a boat ride. There was this person on the boat who really had a liking towars pigeons. All these pigeons got on the boat and she was telling us everything about them and no to harm them.

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!!

EDR - that is exactly the kind of dream I have been having recently.

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

I had a very peculiar dream in which Ken Chu was a stand up comedian. Not only that, a good chunk of his act was based around taking the piss out of me.

I had a dream: Chris Piuma was coming to visit me, but instead of living in an apartment with Sarah, I lived at home with my parents and sister. So he came over and chatted awkwardly with my family. Then we all went to see a movie. The movie starred Nicolas Cage, and was based off of a (nonexistant) Donald Antrim novel. It involved several members of a family coming over to the home of a recently deceased family member and dividing up their belongings, destroying everything in the process. The end of the movie was that the house caught on fire, Nicolas Cage being ejected from the house in a giant ball of flame. Anthony Miccio was in the movie too, he found some really old cigarettes and smoked them. After the movie, we (my family and Chris) were walking back to the car and we had to walk up this huge hill. My parents and I found an escalator that took us to the top, but Chris got sidetracked and was stuck at the bottom of the hill below an embankment. He finally managed to climb up it though.
Fin.

Last night I dreamed I went with Suzy to the offices of Edgy Style Mag, which were in St Paul's cathedral. They said they would give me £140 to interview Aliyah (3200 words, deadline Monday). People were milling about in the vestry trying to set up a photo shoot and then someone said "Oh we can't do photos, she died over two years ago, but Anna, you can still do the interview."
I thought this was fine, and totally possible. Then Toby walked in and he'd grown his hair, but it was light brown and straight (which it wouldn't be if he grew it in real life).

I didn't realize hanging out with Nick's family meant Nicolas Cage movies.

We do tend to go to movies when I visit. And that plot is remarkably close to something that could be a Donald Antrim story. Though if it was an Antrim novel, it wouldn't end with flames and explosion. But it makes sense that they would add that in adapting an Antrim novel into a movie, especially if Nicolas Cage was starring.

I'm afraid I dreamt that Calum was commissioned by the Guardian to write several features on Italian horror, and that Nicole had to admit that they were very well written.

Last night I dreamt that I was at a mini Fap with about 4 or 5 ILXors. Everyone was putting on (over their clothes) a pair of my boxer shorts. Stevem (the only one I can remember) was struggling into my favourite green pair.

hahaha Anna, Edgy Style Mag actually has the last ever Aaliyah photo shoot. Cover story came out basically right after she died.

i dreamt i found an old b&w fanzine by Tom called Ticko Tocking. Reading it i was surprised to find that Gareth had once been the bass player in The Eels.
then i got into a car with mark s and had an argument with him but didn't really understand what it was about. he got frustrated with my idiocy and showed me his collection of tomatoes - some of which were the shape of pirates hats.

That happened with that Dance Magazine too. I remember one of the Sians/ Sylvias had to re-write.

Last night I had lots of weird dreams, all fairly horrible (I was shot twice, both by people close to me). When they brightened up a bit I was in Marks and Spencers with an employee showing some £25 vanilla body lotion to me and Momus and Dido.

last night i had a dream that i was wandering around some medium-sized city with mark c and sarah. it was late and they wanted food, i wanted to go home, but i knew the city better, so i was trying to help them find something.

but sarah was really really drunk, and so none of my suggestions worked. the best part was when she saw a brightly lit pedestrian bridge in the distance and shouted 'let's go climb the mackinac bridge!' which left mark and i in hysterics.

awwww.

last night i dreamed ian johnson and jon williams were trying to kill ethan and i. ethan and i were ghosts, although we attempted to pass ourselves off as real humans. they caught us when we were eating soup with dead baseball players. much comedic chasing and googly eyes commenced.

i'm still a bit weirded out by it to be perfectly honest

Did you run into a comedically drawn Great Dane that almost talked and his worthless stoner friend?

Last night I dreamt that I was trying to ride a bike up 18th Street NW in the Adams Morgan neighborhood of Washington, DC. Except that the bike was powered not by my legs but rather by a cross between those old hand-cranked railway cars and the childhood Green Machine. Basically, I had to make almost punching motions with my hands to make the damn thing move, and uphill I wasn't going too fast.

Then I noticed someone passing me on a normal bike. This person was chattering on a cell phone with an earpiece and microphone. And then I realized that this person on the bike must be Ally, because she was a she, and over her shoulder she was carrying some dry-cleaning that had a big label that said TOMBOT but in the style of Talbot's: http://a1389.g.akamai.net/7/1389/2573/20010329163324/www.talbots.com/images/upper_nav/talbots_logo.jpg

Then later I dreamed that Maryland had won the ACC tournament, which pissed me off so much that I woke up. (NB I have never met Ally or TOMBOT nor was I drunk)

(also I don't know why I know the Talbots font)

Last night I dreamt that I was Mick Jagger's wife and that Mick and I took a trip to Australia. (Note: I am male, so WTF? I blame it on reading Peter Milligan's Vertigo Pop: London recently.)

ok this is a weird one.

i dreamt i was at some kind of magician/soothsayer/charlatan festival and some guy had a list of tricks he could perform and one of them was "Dom Passantino's balls in your mouth: believe it or not"

and takers for this particlar trick were given a small round green ball slightly larger but similar in texture to an olive.

and they just couldn't believe it! "wow! i really thought i had dom's balls in my mouth!" they marvelled.

i didn't try it.

I dreamt that Ricky T was working in a HMV.

in my dream simon reynolds was hosting a educational mini-series on early childhood development!

I was supposed to visit NA at his parents' house in Virginia (have no idea if his parents actually live there), so he and his mom came to pick me up (from the airport, I guess?). I spent the car ride there talking about some article in the New Yorker from a few weeks ago about some architect who had either designed buildings at William & Mary, or who was a well-known alum of said institution, which I referred to as "your [NA's] alma mater." NA's mom had read the article, too, but NA hadn't. I wish I could think of the guy's name; I'm sure my subsconscious mind had created something suitably ridiculous. I want to say it was something like Jefferson Mitchell. Anyway, we finally got to the house, a tasteful white colonial-style, and upon getting out of the car, I made sure that my girlfriend's three cats also got out with us.

Ha ha, awesome. Yeah, my parents live in Virginia, but not in a "tasteful white colonial-style." Yay, I was in an ILX dream!

Last night I dreamt that my uncle, whom I'm staying with, started developing the facial features of my dad (his bro) for no discernable reason as I watched them both converse with each other and then me. Then a group of non-real life cousins appeared out of nowhere to have lunch and hang out. There were 6 of them and the all had this weird tendency to talk almost incessantly on their mobiles. Then my 2nd younger brother (who's still in the UK IRL) showed up to hang. I ended up going back to my room, which was completely different to the one I actually ahve and suddenly all the 'cousins' come in one by one and start telling me "We're not who you think we are, no one is" and each throws their mobile on my bed, which all turn out to be fake Nokias. Then my brother comes in and says "I am not truly your brother" and I'm paralysed with fear and confusion and am all like "Who the fuck ARE YOU PEOPLE!" and then I'm all sad and going "What did you do with my bro?" and he just leaves, repeating his phrase. Then the eldest of the fake imaginary cousins comes in and starts explaining the "plot" but I woke up at that point.

I dreamed that Ken C brought a demo tape of his band to the clinic where I work (which had incorporated the Pilot Light, a local bar/venue, into its front waiting room). I said "Oh, put it in! It's just gentle indie-pop, nothing that could be offensive to patients", etc.etc. So someone puts the tape in and it is this total grindcore noisefest, and everyone freaks out mildly while Ken stands there smiling naively in a fishtail jacket.

Last night I dreamt that RJG told me he fought in Vietnam. In the dream, it made perfect sense.

i had a dream involving an enthusiastic tracer hand, but the context is all very unclear.

I had a dream I was back in highschool and strongo was putting on Beckett-esque play about searching for Noah's Ark on Mt Sinai. It was laced with Beach Boys. The crowd was electric but I felt like I was missing something.

I had my first last night! :(

I never posted about playing rugby for Scotland against Ireland, did I? I was a centre, and I made the final pass to Tom Ew!ng who scored a barnstorming try. He looked very powerful and macho.

looked or looks?

I dreamed that strongo emailed me asking if he thought he would be a good candidate for my job (running a radio station)!