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Hey I had a weird ILXor dream about Stelf0xx the other night! He was driving a strange little minivan that had "Adolf Hitler" painted on the side in funky 50s-car signage. I was all OMG at meeting him as if he was a popstar. Weird. I dont even know him let alone what he looks like.

It made no sense then, and it's nice to see it makes no sense now.

He replied "It's Monday at 6pm I'm walking down Buchanan Street, going home because my work is done."

dream-me is a lucky fucker. i don't usually finish till 9pm on a monday.

so the rest of us went all vigilante on the evil cop (i forget what happened here but we didn't kill him). after that, we dispersed, and i ended up taking a greyhound bus home. hstencil was on the bus.

there was more to the dream, but the other parts are sans ilxors.

"Well I never. All right then - who is she?"

Then Suzy produced a folio of FAP-type photos, pointed to the ILxor in question and smiled at me "It's her. Are you surprised?"

It was like the end of Poirot. Always the one you least suspect.

"Good God, I would have thought that she'd be the last person who'd feel that way about me!"

"Come on MC, you two were made for each other, admit it!"

Dream ended at that point, but obviously I'm not going to say who it was or do anything about it in real life because, firstly, it was clearly a Freudian projection of a hitherto unrealised crush. Also I have no idea whether the ILxor in question is spoken for in real life, and I think it would be a very dangerous path to pursue (it's not an obvious ILxor by any means; certainly not one who posts very often or very prominently, but it kind of shocked me).

I need to get out more.

yeah, i was disturbed (i can't rememebr who the ilx0rs were though)

(about CS not nakkidness)

I offered to come up to London again, to go to a club (not one of the ilXOr clubs like FATS, Seal or Popular/FT though) but Martin Skidmore was insistent that London would come to Bristol instead. In the end there was about twenty of us*, and decided to go to Espionage at the Thekla. While waiting in the queue some local kids started lobbing clods of earth at us from the roof of the restaurant next door - Matt DC decided to lob one back and cracked the window of the restaurant. The bouncers then ushered us in and had us wait in the cloakroom** until the police turned up (though strangely they let us buy drinks in the meantime). They took statements but didn't pursue it because it was too much effort and we danced the night away. I snogged one of our party*** just before I woke up.

*Not just London people

** The cloakroom was not that of the Thekla (which I'm not even sure has one), but of a very large theatre.

***I have had two, much ruder, dreams about this person recently which is why I have kept them anonymous. I am beginning to find it disconcerting.

(it was a non-rude dream, but I can't remember much else about it)

I think the Shimura Curves song playing in the dream was Elephants.

Last night Kate stole my old band and kicked out Gary and I. SHE MADE THEM MUCH BETTER and they were quite successful. I had to make polite noises about how Doug and Alexis deserved it, though I was really twisted and bitter about it really.

I wouldn’t mind but I have never met him.

i never thought i'd have an ilx dream.

tell me about it, i thought you were all a little strange for dreaming about each other.

Damn, I hope you realise that my real self would turn and face you unlike my dream self - I'm sure occult forces were at work in the dream situation to make me so rude!

With really scary dreams like that, I find it helps to analyse them, break them down, and then find a way to laugh at the stress behind it. It strips the dreamfear of its power.

There's also no honeymoon so the next thing I know I've been packed off by new husband to live with his parents in some Pennsylvania farm town where no one knows that I smoke and I just KNOW that everyone will disapprove of me, they will hate me, and my husband (who never has a name or a face) won't even come home, I'm just there to learn to fit into his family's lifestyle. BUT THE ILX PART is that somehow this guy is a friend of ALLY & TOM'S, he and Tom work together or something, and we're all living together in the basement of this ranch house, sleeping in a row of twin beds like some kind of fucking orphanage, and Ally is the only good thing in my life, the only person who hasn't already passed judgement.

So yeah, thanks a LOT for introducing me to someone who would ship me off, keep me out of sight, etc. Some friends YOU TWO ARE.