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ps are you hot (if not I will pretend otherwise so no answer required I guess)

Sunday: Lots of different dreams, but all about horses Monday: Weird, there was an end of the world ball, I was supposed to be going, but said I'd get there later. I went to a kind of run down lido place instead. There were lots of pools looking over a lake. There were dead trees, all white, forming a screen in front of the lake, and they were full of children climbing and sitting in them like starlings. There were also a group of oldladies from Florida peddling about in gingham pedelos. When I got back to my friends the end of the world ball had finsihed, it only lasted 45 minutes. We sat about and waited for the end of the world. Last night: I got made president of the USA for no reason and spent the whole night argueing about free hea

(sorry that sounds a bit creepy)

Previously I had dreamed that Jody Beth Rosen was the significant other of Mike Hanle y. I told Jody Beth that one at the Matos FAP also.

Last week, I dreamed about doing something kind of interesting, but I don't remember what that was, either. Except afterwards (still in the dream) I was telling someone I used to know about 1,000 years ago about it and they just didn't understand any of it and I was getting angry with them. Part of my explanation had something to do with Laurel & Hardy, which is really quite disturbing.

Also last week, I dreamed about someone being sexually/romantically interested in me, but it wasn't anyone I know and nothing actually happened. Obviously, the utterly surreal theme of this one made it pretty lucid. :)

i was listening to the radio at work and it was this great song i'd never heard before, sounded like old orbital - brown album type caliber. and the dj comes on and says the song is by 'hitler'. yes the hitler, he went on to say hitler had faked his death at the end of ww2 and retired to his ultra-secret underground layer to work on his true passion and create the world best pop album.

it was a great song, really catchy bass line.

Your fate is clear.

jesus the bishop wouldnt ask u that

the sergeant wouldnt ask u that ffs

I just woke up.

anything to report

Fuck all. I rarely remember my dreams except for the ones right before waking up about how I have to go pee. Though I did post a very good one upthread about Tombot.

I was sitting down for lunch with my wife and parents and the National Mall, which had become an Actual Mall, when I realized that I was only wearing jeans and no shirt. I decided that I would need to at least need to change into shorts to make myself presentable for dining, so I set off in search of a JC Penney. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," I told them. But the Mall was so huge that I was having trouble finding JC Penney.

It was then that I ran into frequent dream guest-star Karl Malone! He was already wearing shorts and had a shirt on, but agreed to help me in my quest. As we turned a corner, we came to a storefront-turned-office that we knew was the headquarters of unspeakable evil. Some real estate or stockbroking company or something. We steeled ourselves as we walked in, prepared to ask the receptionist if she knew where JC Penney was, and hoping that we wouldn't be sussed out for whatever it was we were guilty of in their eyes. Fortunately, no one was in there and we were able to walk straight through.

On the other side, there was a shoe shine booth, staffed by an old man with a pushbroom mustache. We asked him if he knew where JC Penney was. He replied that we might want to check out a store called "Black Tie White Tie" instead. I'm thinking that this is some amalgam of real-life mall women's fashion store Black Market White House and David Bowie's album Black Tie White Noise, which Alfred had mentioned on the US Politics thread yesterday. It was then that the old man's phone started to ring. And everybody's phone started to ring. As the old man answered, his face drew into a rictus of horror. He couldn't speak a word. And I had left my phone back on the table with my family.

That is a doozy.

Was in a VIP lounge doing coke with s1ocki. A Black woman with a clipboard appeared at the top of the stairs and asked for the name of my party.

WIZARD IS HUNGRY, I told her and then immediately felt these cold slices of horrible regret. WIZARD, -- LIKE A *MAGICAL* WIZARD, I clarified for her.

I don't know why I'm such an asshole.

I mean probably it was the coke

The White Lady, we used to call her.

you got off easy

I was back in college at some state university. When I got to my history class, who was the professor but Saddam Hussein! He was looking young, trim, healthy. And as the students filed in for class, he was showing off his cool Iraqi tambourine. It wasn't like any actual instrument - it was very big and blue and had many more bells and jingles attached to it. He was very proud of it and hoped to win us over with his Iraqi tambourine songs. But I thought quietly to myself - I can't believe the school hired a brutal dictator to teach a history class. Just then, Mr. Hussein received word that his offer of employment had been rescinded. I guess the school was reading my mind or something. With a downcast expression, he excused himself from the classroom but urged us students to never stop learning.

After class, I found myself outside of a moderately-large craftsman house with Karl Malone. Karl, I have no idea why you keep ending up in my ILX

ARGH - didn't get to finish there. Hold on.

...in my ILX

I keep accidentally hitting Tab and then Enter instead of shift. This is irritating. ANYWAYS.

...ILX dreams.

Karl had a window unit air conditioner and said that he wasn't sure if he was going to install it. And I was like "it sure is hot out here, why wouldn't you install it?" But then I remembered that Karl is an avid environmentalist and probably wants to cut down on electricity use to reduce carbon emissions. But he says he would like to install it, but just doesn't know how. And I, having done this a few dozen times, offered to help. "See, we could put it in this downstairs window, but you could also install it in an upstairs room and the air would flow down and partially cool the downstairs as well, depending on whether you wanted to leave a door open up there." Karl thanked me for my expertise and set off to find an extension cord while I put the AC in.

I realized that this was some kind of cooperative student housing, with lots of students and resident life staff coming and going. I went to look in the basement and it was huge! Unfinished and dusty, but it was the size of a warehouse. I have dreamed of huge basements before and I thought to myself "this is the basement of my dreams." That phrase kept repeating itself in my mind. I ran back into Karl - he had a backpack slung over his shoulder, heading back to class. As we walked toward the exit of the house through the living room, we entered a field of clocks. I mentioned something I had read, that if you look at a clock once and read a specific time, but then you look away and look back and see a different time, you're in a dream. And then exactly that happened! I enthusiastically showed Karl, who was like "cool, I'll see you later" and left. I was very excited to realize that I was dreaming and tried to exercise some willpower over the situation. I decided to walk back upstairs in the house and found a huge spread of food. It was supposed to be like, your standard spread of cheese and fruits, but nothing looked recognizable. Weird blue and green shapes. Suddenly everything went black.

***end ilx portion of dream***

I woke up the next morning in a bed at the end of a long pier. It was parallel to a bridge and cars and trucks were driving past. I was damp all over and couldn't remember a thing, but began to recognize this as a cheap hotel that I occasionally frequented. I made my way to the front desk, which was three old ladies standing in a small deli where the pier met the land. I struggled to form my words or coherent thoughts.

"How much'll it be?"
"Forty-five dollars."
"Five dollars? Ok."
"FORTY-five dollars."
"Isn't usually a bit cheaper?"
"Tell that to all the young ladies causing a ruckus in my hotel last night."

Young ladies? And I couldn't remember them? Just my luck.

I tried to get some money out of my wallet, but it was all soggy and sticking together. I didn't have enough money, but remembered I had some bucket hats in my backpack. When I opened it, an empty bottle of booze fell out. The counter women were looking at me with a mixture of amusement and scorn. I pulled out of the stack of bucket hats, each with a denomination embroidered on it: $5, $5, $10. One of the women turned to her friend and said "I'll have to see if management will accept this." They all had a chuckle over this. I finally asked if they had an ATM and they pointed me around the corner. As I walked past, a mother shielded her child's eyes from the sight of me. I kept thinking about Saddam. I swiped my debit card in the ATM and woke up, for real this time.

Last night I had an extended anthology of dreams in which “budo jeru” appeared as both:

1) the name of an overpaid rookie football player, like a johnny manziel type, and

2) a macguffin, some arcane engine part that would contribute a significant multiplier to power output.

thats a pynchon novel

No ilxors in my dream this time, but I was waiting in a really long line at a coffee shop. When I finally got to the front, the clerk asked for my order. I said, "What's the name of those cookies you're so famous for?" He replied, "Oh, you mean the Acura ILX!"

harbl made a non-speaking cameo as the in-house attorney for a haunted food factory in Halethorpe that was desperately trying to cover up evidence of an interdimensional rift on its premises while still giving tours to the public!

I ran into Dr. Morbius in my dream last night. He was smiling and we waved goodbye to each other.

Last Night:

Perhaps a couple of months before the dream's present I had posted a Spotify playlist on ILM trying to capture the vibe of living in the Mid-Atlantic states (MD/DE/PA/NJ) and specifically, maybe, OCMD. The only musical artist from the playlist that I recall was John Mellencamp.

In the dream present, I am in OCMD and I pull up ILM and see that JCLC has started a new thread and written an essay-length post exploring/interrogating the world/genre implied by my playlist. I was thrilled. Most of the dream consisted of me drafting a post in reply, the thrust of which was that a central element of this vibe/genre was the presence of MAC machines in the Mid-Atlantic region. (For those unfamiliar, MAC, or Money Access Center, was what an ATM was called in this region in the late 80s/early 90s. They had a very distinctive blue color with a white MAC logo on rainbow stripes).

A song I could not quite identify was playing while I was composing my post but upon waking was confirmed to be The Incredible String Band's "You Get Brighter."

had a dream that twitter changed their terms of service to say that gwar fans couldn't use the site and instead had to use a separate site called 'gwitter'

This is still cracking me up.

I dreamt I got 77 FPs and was banned

I met Ned Raggett in a park where he told me he had obtained the rights and original art to Usagi Yojimbo and could I negotiate a deal for him for the licensing rights at $120. I then met the guy who ran my LCS 10 years ago in a different park, who would do the deal and print one set which he would buy himself for £12000 and therefore show a huge profit to the business. The rest of the dream was a lot of lecturing by me to both of them explaining why their plans made no commercial sense.

I think I've had two ILX dreams in my life and both featured Ned. Obsessed.

i had a dream that i let someone give me a tattoo. didn't want to choose -- it could be anything they wanted. at first, it was a simple line illustration, i think a little whale, and i was happy with it. but over time it expanded, it took over my whole arm, and the whale motif was intermingled wiht a design that included the new england patriots logo. i was mortified and complained to *redacted, a non-ilxor*, who lectured me on being too self-absorbed, asking why i cared so much what my arm looked like. then i went to ilx and complained and all of you gave me the same lecture, chastising me for my vanity. i think i was even driven off ilx and facebook for criticizing the tattoo artist and the magic, morphing tattoo he gave me.

Whiney G. Weingarten (who in my dream looked like Mr. Show-era David Cross) had moved to Berkeley and was a DJ on KALX and had his own public affairs show that was a mix of politics and comedy. He was working in the production studio editing his show, and he had full-color screen-printed posters with 2007-era DIY show aesthetics that said "WHINEY G. WEINGARTEN" and came out of the production studio wearing a t-shirt that said WHINEY G. WEINGARTEN on it.

I hadn't quite mustered up the confidence to ask him why he was wearing a t-shirt with his name on it and how that affects his hipster evaluation score before the dream ended

i'm one of those people who never has dreams, but i had a pretty great one last night that was like a epic cop thriller movie where me and capt picard were detectives trying to hunt down and capture the disembodied severed hand of derek jeter which was going around the city murdering people at night. wont go through thing but rest assured that in the end, we got our hand.

So I'm playing a tabletop war game against Skot and the table is covered in miniature scenery that looked like a crocheted afghan blanket complete with little green crocheted trees. The playing pieces began as cards, but every time I think I am getting the hang of the rules, Skot keeps changing the pieces, first to tokens, then to miniatures.

Awesome!

had a get-together for ILXors over at my house. gyac inspects some CD shelves with stuff from the 00's and goes "wow, you really bought into all the worst hypes of the era, huh?"

rude imo

Vmic!

Dreamed that all the other ilxors lived on one street in my neighborhood that had gates at either end of it - not big guarded ones, little ones that you could walk through, but enough to mark the street off as the exclusive domain of ilx. In the dream I finally got up the nerve to walk down that street, and I chatted with some ilxors there but didn't identify myself as one of them.

I'd like to see t hat street

i dreamed i moved to london for work and had plans to meet up with Dom P and Noodle Vague for a pint (actually not sure if either of these dudes resides in London?). i told them that i had joined a gym, that i was going there directly from the office and then i would come meet them at the pub. they (apparently already on the piss) proceeded to inform me about what a knob and a wanker i was.

I was at a bar in my hometown. I receive a tip that Matt Berry is coming to hang out for some reason. It's 9 PM and I decide to go say hi but first I have to go to the bathroom. By the time I exit it is 3 AM and I think "oh my god, I just lost 3 1/2 hours, something's wrong with me" (though I realize now it was 6 hours? at the time I thought it was 3 1/2). Matt Berry is still there though and I go up to him to say hi. I ask him about the band Cluster, because he mentioned in some video that he really likes their second album. So I ask him if he likes all their albums and he says "I do even though I haven't got fuck all idea what they're singing about" (every Cluster album is completely instrumental, but that doesn't occur to me at the time). I say "I hate to do this but can we take a photo together". He agrees and sure enough my phone camera doesn't work, it keeps putting a weird filter on everything. Eventually a couple of people from the "What We Do in the Shadows Social Media Team" approach me and say "Thank you for being a fan, Mr. Berry will take one photo with you but then he has to go." They take a picture and print it out on that real cheap printer paper. I'm excited to show my friends but when I look at it, it has this frame full of bats on it so you can't see either of our faces. All you can see is a Miami Heat fan at the bar watching basketball, even though it is now 4 AM and basketball season hasn't even started yet. I start driving home and think about what I'm gonna say to my wife, since I've been gone for hours and apparently just blacked out for a large chunk of time. I notice my car is growing a horn. And then I woke up

I was supposed to baby sit for someone in a northern town but i had to drive a tractor trailor that I borrowed from this guy and I had no i dea how to drive it - it was just rolling backwards like it was in neutral - then I realized I didnt even know the address and I just decided I would not show up which made me feel very guilty. Also there was a weird bathroom in the tractor trailer with a sink and tiles and everything.

Had this dream where I showed up at this nondescript building and the “owner of ilx” (not who it actually is, some completely fictional person) was like, I’ve deleted your account, can you go to this room? And the room was like a waiting area with other apparently now ex-ilxors? Matt DC was there soon after me & he threw a laptop he had with him at the wall (in this dream reality we…brought our own devices to the building to work there? I don’t know). Someone else (not a real ilx poster) showed up and was like, the owner is deleting the accounts of everyone less famous than Jake Lamb and making it into a music industry insider board. Jake Lamb?! I said. My better half showed up and was like, yeah they deleted my account, yeah I got four weeks notice. Then everyone in the room was like…are we unemployed now?

Don’t mix your drinks, kids!

Like it.

Less Than Jake (Lamb)

thats a good ilx dream

terse and unfriendly antipodean ilxors had taken over my living room and wouldn't leave

― pet tommy & the barkhaters (darraghmac), Thursday, 17 May 2012 08:13 (eleven years ago) bookmarkflaglink

still remember the seedy interrogative attitude of these fuckers

dreamt I was in the street, looking through a window at a tv that was showing an old episode of Brush Strokes, then Karl Howman (actor who played Jacko in Brush Strokes) walked down the street and he was dressed exactly like Jacko in this particular episode of Brush Strokes, except obviously about 40 years older, and I accused him of knowing the show would be broadcast at this time and dressing that way on purpose so that people would recognise him, he denied it

I was on an impossibly tall riverboat looking down at the water from a great height and disembarked at a huge warehouse. I escaped a human threshing machine that emerged from the ceiling and then noticed rows of cubby shelves with pies in them and was trying to alert people that there were probably human remains in these pies, but was completely muted and couldn't talk. Then I was told by someone I'd make a very good social worker and there was a place on a course for me. I told them I fucking hate social workers and they said that's precisely why you'd be a very good one! I was looking at a desk in a giant warehouse with rows of desks, which was presumably a place where they train social workers in my stupid dream. On my desk there was a picture of me looking unrealistically handsome and with a full head of hair. And I was thinking this is blatant flattery, this is a scam.