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I dreamt I traveled to Amsterdam and the biggest museum there was a museum devoted to the band Modest Mouse. I walked inside and read some information posted on the and it said Modest Mouse had been making music for “over 60 years.”

Sarahell and I were riding on a schoolbus. She asks what I'm doing at school. "I'm doing research into what happened to ilx memes. There used to be memes on ilx like who is Lou1s J4gger, ban Lou1s J4gger, and Lou1s J4gger plays a vacuum cleaner. Today's internet user has memes too, of course, but they are a different type."

important work

i was clambering around the floor in a back room of a corner shop from my hometown - the old pakistani shop owner was there also. the fridge was stocked with so many weird brands of soda that didn't even look appetitzing. "malt" drinks. i was pretending to look for something that i didn't have, something small. i felt guilty. i overheard a faint story someone was telling. a man wanted to split a purchase with me over a bottle of 'ulls' water (Lake Ullswater is a lake in England). it tasted like the earth, and you could see all the sediment floating away in the drink - but the bottle looked like naptha spirits. i was in the back room again, looking for a harmonica; i knew that they didn't sell any, but there were two old ones atop a really dusty cabinet. i thought about stealing them but i knew they were just toys, and too sentimental to the owner. i turned back away from the refrigerator to the sound of a small crowd singing me happy birthday - except, they weren't sure of my name... so everytime they'd get to it - "happy birthday to...", there was a stifled pause between all of them.

then, writing to a friend on the computer about a woman i'd dreamt of. she was angry that i'd used her pastry. i was joking about it to her, saying "well karen it's a mushroom pie now and it's not fucking coming back".

Had a dream last night that I was arguing with Tuomas about spiked leather jackets. He was adamantly opposed to them as they were a symbol of the Nazis where he came from. I shot back "Well 'round here we don't do things like up in Lapland!"

i dreamt ILX had collectively exiled me, with a thread titled 'meaulnes please shut up' exploring how excessively i had posted per day

:'(

So I had my first semi-ILX-related dream the other night and it was one of the most terrifying of my life.

I was trapped miles underground with some other ILXors and the only way out was to climb a metal ladder that was in a shaft the diameter of a manhole. For miles and miles. It was known that there was a problem at some juncture in the ladder/shaft that would require manipulating the ladder or a gap somehow (this was not clear) making the climb even more dangerous. We begin the climb and I realize that I am in the middle of the climbers and if I fall I will take out the climbers below me, which include upper mississippi sh@kedown. I am not crazy about ladders and the dream was wave after wave of the most intense fear of heights/falling.

I woke up and my shirt was absolutely soaked through.

Whoa! That sounds intense!

Last night I dreamt that a large contingent of UK ILXors moved in with me. It was actually my mom's house, and I'm not sure how she feels about it or where you're all going to sleep, but it felt like the least I could do given your newfound circumstances. This might, though, be an instance where intention and impact are wildly divergent.

Had a very strange dream where I was having an affair with a fellow ilxor, can only blame this on...playing mahjong before bed?

well who tho

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.