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13/10/02

Next, I was at the harbour and there was this old guy fishing there...the sea was really rough, but he insisted on fishing. Finaly, he managed to catch a leopard, who promptly walked around the harbour and allowed himself to be petted by myself. The guy was gonna kill him; I really didn’t want that to happen, so I asked (pleaded?) him “why, why?”, and he got real angry and said “My daughter...my daughter is dead...she always wanted me to get her a leopard!” “But she didn’t want you to kill him?” I asked. “No, no...” he admitted, and broke down, falling to his knees.

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10/11/02
We had gotten this new TV service, which allowed us to get plenty more channels (including German ones, and one which shows Buffy), and all those kids were watching it...though actually it was in a store and there dozens of diferent TVs. Then we decided that it was actually a store where you could *rent* certain TV packages.

Also, I’m not sure whether this was in the middle of that dream or another dream entirely, but here goes: me and mum were in this real fancy mall (with golden towers and everything), and she sent me off to buy coal....I got to the counter and there was my current history teacher, who made it difficult for me to get any. Mum walked by and was basically all like “yeah, it ain’t working, is it?” (I might have been Erykah Badu in one or more instances of this dream, I can’t really remember.)

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12/11/02
I went to school in a Willoesque outfit (dark green pullover with purple arms.) It was embarassing.

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14/12/02

A teacher (my 11th grade philosophy teacher, I think) wanted me to do something in class which I don’t have any idea how to do (it wasn’t sex, before you ask). So I refused, and she went “oh well, Daniel’s too shy to do this” and I got real angry because godamnit, I’m never too damn shy to do something in class. So I went “OH YEAH??”, and did it in a really overblown, incapable way. I think I might have sung bits of The Ramones’ “Rock & Roll High School” while doing it, too.

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15/2/03

I dreamt that I missed Babylon 5. Which I won’t. (Update: I didn’t.)

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18/3/03

I dreamt that 50 Cent had actually already released two singles- that “In The Club” and the one with the hand-clapping were two separate records.

A) Ha ha, I've wormed my way into yr subconscious!
B) Was it proceeded by "For a good time, call..."?

(I bet I posted TOO MUCH that week and you were just REALLY used to seeing my name and yr subconscious just stuck it in your dream out of habit. Either that or you're like totally in love.)

Last night I had a dream that Dee the Lurker was M1ssy Lava11ee, a woman I used to trade mix tapes with back when I was in high school. I think she liked my zine or something; she lived in SF and I wanted to be part of the Gilman crowd at the time.

I haven't seen this guy for like 35 years!!

personal: "uh...this is nick...um...okay catch you later."

professional: "This is Nick C0l3m4n with blahdiddy blah blah, and...um...call me back at peepee-5-1-doodoo."

I see you have the same number I do

BNW, Dan and I were just wanting to make sure you can never escape us. Ever. (Nicole's apocrypha regarding Justin I do not recognize as being part of the holy book of the Nediverse.)

Arthur's description is distressing. First, Marc should never open for anyone. Second, Chili's?

Insert Justin here.

ANYWAY: the subject was the "Cookery of Tomatoes as an Evolving Symbol in Medieval and Resnaissance Courtship", and there wd be a little scene where ppl acted out some element in this in the middle distance (very Peter Greenaway), then one of them wd come up to the "camera" — ie me and my dreamer's POV — and explain what just went on sociologically

!!!

I also had a bizarre HS/college dream, full of huge lectures, trying to remember my locker combo, and helping out this guy--who I knew IRL, but haven't thought about in years--who had become a heroin addict and was OD'ing in class. (jaymc: Ms. Bronchema (sp?) had a bit part)

It involved a big desert that I think was Tattooine, and some kind of ... war ... thing. I think I was witnessing some kind of Star Wars-y sort of war, and then posting about it. Or something.

So-and-so: Yeah, there's that Jesus movie coming out.
Me: The Verhoeven one, finally?
S: I don't know. Mel Gibson's.
Me: Awwk. Does he play Jesus? I wonder if that's Verhoeven's.
S: He could be good, he did Hamlet.
Me: He's like ten years too old, and besides, you can't spell HAMLET without MEL, everyone knows that. You can spell JESUS without it.
S: So who could play Jesus? Jess?

(And I know no one named Jess, so I thought of ILX jess, and cracked up.)