recently on ILX Dreams...

the other night i dreamt i was taking roxymuzak's cat to meet another cat called boris who lives in highgate.

last night, i dreamt in was in the UK with my family for some middling Royal wedding. i kept wanting to get away to find a computer to see if any ilxors wanted to get a pint.

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...

I was at school and half the class, with me included, got in trouble, serious trouble, yet I don't even know what it was. All I know was that we had to spend an hour after school and they weren't going to tell our parents. The funny thing was, that it was all the "good kids" that got in trouble.

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.

the letters RJG have no meaning whatever

Ned was visiting Toronto. He had a car. We drove around, listening to The Richard D. James Album and JBR's fab 1968 mix.

they mean I love you

: (

maria plainparade was in my dream last night. we were trying on men's clothing and taking pictures of ourselves.

I had a dream last night where I was staying in a grubby beach house in Hawaii with a group of people including Sarah McLusky, my high school friend Amar, and tombot. We wanted to go buy alcoholic beverages but it was Sunday and the gas station lady said we'd have to drive out of the city to buy alcohol.

a few nights ago my flatmate, marianna lcl and i were going to go on vacation somewhere, and we drove for ages, and finally arrived and it was Crouch End. We spent the rest of the time dissing the place and then went home. It was disappointing.

(for those unfamiliar with geography or where i live, Crouch End is like 10 minutes drive from my house in Holloway, london - hardly an exotic location)

I like how in Daves dream i made a brief appearance and said something off color.

This was a couple of months ago, but both in the same week.

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.

J0n Williams, reprazent! I had a dream about you lasty night - we were pissfarting around at some band venue or nightclub that had hardly anyone in it, just sort of being tards, chasing each other around the room and giggling a lot.

...no, I have no idea.

i made my mother a sonic youth themed park bench/picnic table for her 70th birthday. it was white with the cover of "goo" hand painted on one side and the word "revol" (which i don't think is even the name of a sonic youth song) on the other. the table part had a box built into it with sonic youth cassettes in it and a tape player. she didnt like it much. she doesn't like sonic youth and i don't like them that much either, really.

Haw, Evol is a SY album.

I dreamt that I went to an outside FAP, it was kinda like some wild campfire. Tom was there and so was Carsmile. I think there was some sort of weird curling game going on. I left after a while.

matos was in my dream a few nights ago. we were at a black-tie dinner party and we didn't know anyone else there.

Last night I dreamt I was in the back of a cab with Tom discussing Staveley Makepeace vs Lieutenant Pigeon. The debate was inconclusive.

last night in my dream some people and i (including artskooldisko suzy!) ended up having dinner at a place that looked like a fancy wedding ballroom from the '40s. i was the first to point out that the menu featured a sandwich called "the momus," and suzy roffled heartily.

I dreamt I was in Leeds, England! Never been there, never likely to go.

i think i had a dream the other night that jon and ian were comparing dick sizes? maybe not.

What would be on a Momus sandwich, do ya think?

More like in it.

i don't think there's a dreams thread on the noize board.

i also don't remember whether or not there was a gigantic hamburger involved.

Last night some unknown bloke persuaded me to join him in breaking into a home in order to make pancakes! We climb through a window and I get cooking, he clears off.

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).

This morning I dreamed it was Christmas day, and my wife and I had adopted all the ILXors who are in the Literati tournament, so there were a bunch of little kids running around -- Huk, Gygax, Julia, Dingleberry, etc. -- and a coworker I despised from my Ole Miss days showed up at the house to give me a present. I was polite to him but told him we were busy having Christmas with the kids.

i'm record shopping with mark p. he pulls out a stranglers album & goes "I'M BUYING THIS AND WE'RE GOING HOME AND LISTENING TO THE WHOLE THING RIGHT NOW."

Bump. I believe someone may be looking for this thread...

Thanks ailsa :-/

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.

Help

Lock teh internets.

Hehe, you're a brave man Onimo.

i don't understand.

Thank you. I was worried it wouldn't seem as funny without beer and accompanying guffawing around the table, but, yes, it does.

(I can't believe you actually posted it though. Well done.)

I had some vague dream about housesitting for nickalicious and wondering if I would accidentally stumble onto his stash but I don't remember much else. Sorry.

I dreamt that nickalicious lived on the same floor as me and he was pissed off that the electricity had gone because it meant he couldn't finish the script to "The Shawshank Redemption 3" on time.

ahahaha

I had a dream last night that Tuomas was working at a makeup counter at a mall, and insisted that I needed a makeover. He put a lot of bright metallic purple eyeshadow on me, which sounds kind of horrific but in the dream I thought I looked fantastic.

i don't think i've ever dreamt about an ilxor! i had a disturbing dream last night though that a fundie christian group paid for a channel on which they showed a 24/7 repeating loop of botched abortions with occasional intertitles like "So, you liberals think abortions should be legalized? Look at the horror you're allowing to happen EVERY DAY IN AMERICA."

I too, have never dreamt about an ILXOR, and my dreams are far too weird to post anyway!

I haven't dreamt in months. What does this mean?

you're a zombie?

You have either achieved enlightenment or you're under too much stress.

That would explain...other things, too. Thanks.

Oh dear, between this and the twitching eyelid thread, ILX is constantly diagnosing me with severe stress! BUT I don't feel stressed.

I might be stressed about being stressed and not knowing it, I'm not sure.

i stand by my zombie diagnosis.

you are smoking loads of weed?