recently on ILX Dreams...

Not much of a dream, really, but anyways: I was overlooking an ILM compilation album w/recordings from various ILXors. Plain white cardboard jacket, user names just typewritten on top. The only "actual" names I remember seeing were Gear and gr8080, the rest were imaginary names like "123GO!123" and "userfish". I'd apparently recorded my own contribution to the album but called myself "fearofmusic" for some reason.

userfish, omg.

as sunlight obscures the stars by day, so does wakefulness obscure the fact that we are still dreaming

I had a dream Stevie D opened a little outdoor kiosk that sold small pieces of pre-wrapped fancy cheese and alcoholic drinks. It was maybe the size of a rotating comic book rack with a little bar. I showed up and he was super happy to see me, and handed me a big glass of rosé that had price tags floating in it. Stevie was very congenial and chatty with everyone, spending lots of time with each customer. I listened in on the other people at the kiosk – two female friends of his saying it was going to be a horrible failure because no one like cheese that's been sitting out in the sun. A guy came up to order a margarita: "I really liked the drink you made me last time, Steve, but it took two hours." Stevie took out a bottle of sand art, like you make at a carnival, and poured half a bottle of tequila into it. He told me later running the kiosk and dying his hair red were both punishments meted out to him for trying to steal the sun.

lol

I bet a cheese and booze kiosk would go down well at a railway station. Set up a worldwide franchise. The logo could be a Starbucks stylised sun face.

Stevie took out a bottle of sand art, like you make at a carnival, and poured half a bottle of tequila into it.

love this so very much!

Oh. My God.

elmo argonaut owned and operated some pizza place that I think I may have worked at and he decided to open up a salon next door on 31st St called "31st Salon" (instead of 31st St Salon, idk why) and he wanted me to singlehandedly operate and close on Wed nights even though I have no experience whatsoever with hair cutting/coloring, so he made me a chart on a piece of black poster board telling how to mix the colors and apply them. And then he just left and someone wanted their hair trimmed and dyed white and I just fumbled around looking for the dye and things until I woke up.

was at a Bowie in-store appearance in what hadda be the late '70s, cept I had a copy of Squeezing Out Sparks for him to sign. Emblematically, was trying to get out of there before my turn came.

sorry none of you were in it (or alive)

sorry, Steve, I am a terrible salon owner. :(

-Mookieproof picked me up in his car, then spent the long drive teasing me about drinking too much and kept asking me why I dye my hair red.
I LIKE IT, OK?? Also I like booze. Pick on my sore spots why don't you :(

what kind of car do i have?

me chastising someone about drinking too much makes it an ironic dream

I have no memory of the outside of the car, sadly! Probably because I don't really know cars (I don't drive) but it was too small for us! Get some leg room dude! :)

I had a dream last night that I was watching some kind of jazz/blues band playing in the courtyard of I dunno, a college or mall or somewhere. I walked up to check them out and Crut was playing saxaphone, and did this mad-ass really complex solo that would have been impossible to do in one breath, just managed to finish the last note, gave the audience the middle finger with a free hand and then fell over from lack of breath.

The audience was all "wooooyeahhh!" at this display. LOL wtf.

you misspelled 'sexophone'

o_0

w2g crut! Fuck you too! ;)

Had a dream the other night that gr80 was drawing circles on my back, then a friend of my husband came up and gave me a big comedic kiss, then my first boyfriend came up and told me he'd never gotten over me. I wish I was as hot as dream Lex!

Ran into ZS while mountain biking in some Washington-area park. He told me that he had run into some girl he used to know in high school the night before and they had had "t-shirt fun" in his tent. We were jumping off of huge rocks and doing tricks that were more like flatland freestyle than mtn biking. Eventually we got to this huge open rocky area, at the end of which the government was arresting some al-Qaeda for terrorism. Then we raced back along the trail so we wouldn't be late for work.

I had a dream a few nights ago that I met Dog Latin outside his house and he told me that he was moving to Germany. The house in question was a large multi-storey grey stone building like the ones that are common in Bristol.

I also had a dream where I had to go to a meeting and demo the software I sell (always odd when work intervenes in dreams). I checked out the biography of the person I was meeting and I found out that he had worked with my Dad at the hospital where he was an administrator. The guy was called Conway and there actually was a guy called Conway that my Dad worked with in the seventies whom he used to come home and complain about. In the meeting I mentioned to Conway the fact that he had worked with my Dad and asked if he remembered him and he said "Oh yes, portly fellow as I recall" (which he was). "I seem to remember he was quite disapproving of Kidd's interviewing technique". (Kidd was the name of my Dad's boss). Conway then went on to ask "You aren't expecting the fact I worked with your father to influence the outcome of this meeting are you?" and I said no.

It is very rare for my dreams to have dialogue in them as complex as this and to have such odd references to real life. I wonder whethe the fact I was on holiday in the Tatra mountains and was feeling pretty hyped up after some vigorous hill walking had any effect on the nature of the dream.

Dreamt that jer.fairall was freelancing for my company and contributed an article on the "Tinariwen Olympics."

LJ turned up at my place and started rifling through my pr0n DVD collection, all the while telling me about the theory that "anyone with this much heterosexual pr0n must be secretly gay".

I was with this hippie woman who looked like a cross between that Harry Potter teacher with the glasses and Randee of the Redwoods. She had a huge stack of papers and said "if they have too many apostrophes, I simply throw them away." And with that, she threw away most of the stack. The only paper left was authored by Crabbit.

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Astonishing!

I had a dream this board was taken over by Norwegians and they banned people with bad music taste.

how many norwegians?

i dreamed someone wrote a post on an existing thread and then 'gave' the entire thread to another poster as a birthday gift which swiftly produced a clusterfuck ranging across topics such as copyright, ownership, liberty taking, etiquette, cheapskatery, etc. some of the clusterfuckers were considerably more earnest and indignant about the matter than others, many of whom appeared to be enjoying themselves and grateful for the transgression.

:-]

You sure that was a dream? =)

I had a dream I was at one of dr3w's gigs, except it was this really weird performance at this really weird rooftop space in Brooklyn with maybe 15 other people just kind of milling around with maybe 5 or 6 ppl sitting in a circle with all of this weird brain-scanny equipment on their head and the rest of the people kind of participating with them or trading places with them or something, and D gave me his new EP and also this really nice looking book that was really big, and then Light Asylum started playing. The whole gig was some sort of thing where the audience provided the vocals. My sassy friend Joe was there and at one point dr3w turned into Joe too and said something sassy to me.

thing about estela's is let's make it happen

ilxor wasn't a message board, but a real life office. Dayo and ZS and I were assigned to a thread on white rappers. We discovered this enormous coffee-table book about rap in the archives, and it was mostly filled with white rappers from Britain. Instead of pictures, there were youtube imbeds in the pages. The black american rappers usually had videos of interviews or songs or whatever, but the white rappers from britain all had videos of them tandem skydiving with their mothers.

Didn't you know that Professor Green and Plan B just love to go tandem skydiving with their mothers?

I'd mention The Streets, but he's not really a true rapper. He likes to go sky motherdiving with a tandem.

kites are blindin my eyes

ENBB needed some stiff paper onto which to paste some photographs, and I had just the thing, I said. She waited in the green Chevy Astro in the dark alley while I ran into The Dorm. (Aside: The Dorm is a dormitory apartment-like place that I've frequented in dreams over the years—hello dream topography thread. In this dream, my room was on the 2nd floor, but it was technically the 3rd floor because where the 2nd floor should be was a dingy unlivable dark space. Maybe it burned? Whatever's in there, one shouldn't get off the elevator there. You keep going to the "2nd" floor. Sometimes I live in or visit different rooms on this or different floors. Sometimes I can't find my room for the life of me. Anyway, it's a frequent dreamplace.) Got to my room on the "2nd" floor, dug around in my shit and realized I'd given that pack of stiff paper away years ago. Called her in the van on the cellphone and told her sorry, didn't have it after all.

Ha - strange!

plax was my schoolyard boyfriend and recited poetry to me <3 sup plax

I had a dream I was at a party with Ned and we ran into Mitch Albom. Ned was telling Mitch that he was a terrible, sentimental hack. Mitch was shocked into tearful open-mouthed silence and I scolded Ned for saying that to Mitch's face. Even in the dream I thought it was pretty funny though.

soul-deep lolz @ this image

can we propose a list of hacks for ned to admonish in future dreams?

i also had a dream about an ilxor last night. it was weird.

this, on the other hand

a few nights back i had a dream where me and ned were trying to outrun the police in a depression-era jalopy because we were paper moon-esque bible salesmen scam artists. ned had a handlebar mustache even though his hair was still long. i wore a derby hat and kept berating him. the only line i remember was "we wouldn't be in this mess if you could just keep it in your pants!"

kenny rogers's "the gambler" was the soundtrack. so i woke up confused as to whether the dream was "real" or i was dreaming about a movie ned and i had starred in.

― jesus christ (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, May 16, 2012

may still be the funniest dream i've ever had.

I want that to be a movie now.

i should start a kickstarter

we wouldn't be in this lol if you could just keep it in your excelsior

I was taking my parents on a trip around England by dirigible. We set down somewhere and my dad was complaining about Oasis fans, saying he couldn't understand why anyone would listen to such crap. I saw White Chocolate Cheesecake sitting at a bench and I introduced her to my parents as Kate Middleton. We asked "is it true that all Oasis fans are Tories". She gave us a sly look and replied "why don't you head 'round the ends and find out" nodding toward a teeming football stadium blasting the music of Oasis.

- dreamt that my former boss accused me, on the floor of the bookstore with customers around, of being a liar and thief and decreed that i would be henceforth tracked by nano quadrotor drones
- iatee, a coworker, was using an encrypted im protocol to plan a revolt, but our boss cracked it

very unrealistic, he could never get past my encryption techniques

i had a dream last night that ilx was a giant shopping mall, and we all worked there. i don't remember much except that djp, who worked with me in the food court, was successful in getting the phone number of some passing girl by offering up a very convincing lie that jimi hendrix was his uncle.