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I then dreamt that there was an ILX footie match, and the pinefox was warned by the referee that he'd be sent off if he fouled Mandee or RJG so violently again.

The first one was that Stevem had made Poptimism Ultramix CDs and they were available on the front cover of Teen Pop Hits! magazine and were suddenly the biggest thing in the country. Children were trading them like Pokemon and beating up other kids to steal theirs.

The second one involved myself, Carsmile, Tom, Isabel, Dave B, Stevem, Alix, Tony Blair and Gordon Brown were in a big bus driving round some scary-looking mountains in Italy. Suddenly a car came round in the wrong lane heading straight for us and Carsmile (who was driving) had to swerve to avoid it and we went off the cliff edge and our van exploded in the snow. We were alright but then we remembered that we were being pursued by Nazis so we sent Stevem and Alix off. They got away but the Nazis had sent packs of ravenous dogs after us and we had to fight them off with pepper spray. I woke up at that point, but weirdly the dream was framed at the beginning with Carsmile and myself talking about what had happened in the office, so we clearly got away. No idea about the rest of you, sadly.

Aw, this is the best!

I dreamt I was at a FAP, I spent 10 minutes tying my shoe laces. No one seemed to know I was there, I spoke to Tom about something. Stevem challenged me to a game of pool, he was angry about something...the pool ball was red and really small and Steve just hit it off the table into a bin. There was a lot of mention of a girls name.

Weird Dream #2456

I was watching pop videos with Ally, and then I did a really crazy dance.

note: THIS IS HOW HE PLAYS POOL IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!

afterwards i gave a seminar on same and MANY ILXORS ATTENDED!!

then the seminar after me wz given by Ken L. but i wasn't listening to the topic (sorry ken)

I then went to a glaze your own pottery studio, and hated it. Because the guy who works there did everything. I just told him what colors to use. And the best thing I could find was a pig - and all of its internal organs were showing. And anyway, I didn't care for the glazing technique, and I felt rushed to pick a piece of pottery - because there were other people waiting behind me at the glaze-your-own cafeteria.

or, more importantly, to also see if any of them had Simon Pegg's or Nick Frost's number, and see if they wanted to get a pint too. I remember saying something like, "dammit, i know ONE of them knows how to reach those guys."

really.

tho this may have had something to do with watching the new Harry Potter & bootlegged Narnia trailers just before i went to sleep. With each new Potter flick, their haircuts get more & more mod/shaggy. One wonders if the Weasley twins will still be sporting their Keith Relf 'dos...

Well, some how I snuck out and attempted to run home in the rain. But I suddenly remembered my knee is still twisted and slowed it down. Then all of a sudden I took a moment to think about something and changed directions. I began running away, towards downtown. Again, the fact that my knee is twisted slipped my mind. When I finally remembered, I slowed down. I waited at a stop light to cross the street. After I crossed the street I walked towards a pay phone. A man was on the phone, but I grab the phonebook, and without even looking at him, I said, "I'm just going to look in the phonebook." He continued talking on the phone and then left. He didn't hang up the phone. I picked it up and listened. Nothing but a dial tone.

So I began looking through the phonebook. I guess I was looking for the Hs but kept coming across, J, R, and G. Then when I came across O, the phonebook pages were full of pictures of birds and other wild life. I didn't get it. I left, and that was it.

I have know idea of what all that ment, but it was raining here earlier today. Maybe we'll get a new phonebook in the mail today.

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1) I have to catch a plane from London back to Glasgow. SteveM is supposed to be driving me to the airport, but doesn't seem too fussed by the imminent departure time. In fact he decides to take a detour via his house just to 'pick something up' and I realise I will never get my plane. I hate SteveM.

2) There is some kind of network of walking tunnels under the streets of London, like the tube system for ramblers, with the same colour coding. Matt DC and I are wandering north to south. We pass through Piccadilly. I am having an OK time with MattDC. I hope we get to the pub, or somewhere.

...no, I have no idea.

Ned Raggett appears. It’s his home we’ve broken into, a digital recorder is missing (“of great sentimental value”) and he is seriously pissed off and not impressed with my story that I was only interested in making pancakes.

Somehow I manage to find and return the recorder, and offer profound apologies; Ned shakes my hand but can barely disguise his contempt. I awake feeling uneasy and unsettled. Be afraid of the wrath of Ned Raggett (and pancakes are on me when he’s in A’dam).

So I'm talking about music with this guy I don't think I know. I'm spouting some guff about major chords/scales and power chords and this guy starts shouting at me that I have no concept of melody. I'm saying "I'll get to melody, give me a fucking minute" and he's as good as dismissed me - he half turns away from me and says "You can't call it music without melody".
Then I realise he's got a guitar. He picks up this brass slide, places it on the 3rd fret and starts strumming and saying "This is a G, this is a C, this is an F" and I'm shouting "THEY ALL SOUND THE SAME! FUCK MELODY THERE ISN'T EVEN A TUNE THERE" or something similar. He smiles, hands me the guitar and quietly says "Fine, you show me how to play an F then" and I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW. I'm fumbling my fingers all over the place and remembering a picture in a chord book that seems to suggest I need at least six fingers and the whole time I'm doing this I'm thinking "If I can't play this F properly I've lost the argument."

The next morning at breakfast I'm relaying this bizarreness to my wife and it isn't until I repeat the "You can't call it music without melody" line that I realise I HAVE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT GEIR HONGRO.

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