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Who's been sneaking into my dreams...

Dark side of the Moonfrog1

15:15 / 20.10.05

I had a dream this morning that I was checking my email and I recieved one from an anonymous Barbelith user, bereating me for not posting enough and insisting that I talk more. Kinda confused me by its normality (usually what dreams I can remember are rather abstract, and this was rather dull.)

So who was it? Who's been sending me D-mails?

All Acting Regiment

15:35 / 20.10.05

Bagu The Bear

15:43 / 20.10.05

I notice from your profile that you've only had seven posts, and it would seem odd to me for someone who only knows you through Barbelith to decide to interfere with your dreams when they've only had 7 posts through which to get to know you (unless you used to have a different suit with more posts). Dreams are just so personal, you know? I wouldn't want to monkey with someone's dreams even if they were someone with thousands of amazing posts who had totally disappeared from Barbelith.

Are there people you used to know IRL who you now only see on Barbelith? It might be them. Also, it might be a sign to you that if you spend more time on Barbelith, you'll learn something that will help you, or you'll somehow find your time here rewarding. I think Barbelith helps me in vague and wonderful ways that I don't understand, and it seems reasonable to me that if I started spending less time here, my subconscious might want to push me back to Barbelith.

It might also just be a plain old dream. I sometimes dream about doing homework, or sitting around at work, or other totally boring, everyday things. If Barbelith is a part of your life it seems normal to me for it to show up in your dreams.

toughest, fastest, fatest

15:44 / 20.10.05

i'd put money on it being oddman

Scrambled Password Bogus Email

16:04 / 20.10.05

It was me, but I got you confused with zenfroglet. Lucky for you, you also got the worng dream.

Dark side of the Moonfrog1

18:07 / 20.10.05

Yes, you're probably right fuckbaked, It probably is just my subconscious saying to me "well, you've lurked for ages, finally got membership and now you've hardly posted anything - pull yourself together and buggering well stick something up there." Which is what i've done. Just thought i'd check anyone in case someone turned round and said 'funnily enough, I dreamt I was emailing someone about Barbelith last night.'

Of course, it could've been Bagu the Bear...

*

18:23 / 20.10.05

{spoooky voice}

Maybe... it was the 'lith itself...

{/spooky voice}

Actually, quite seriously, a lot of us spend a great deal of time thinking and posting about how to get new members to post more. So, in a sense, maybe it was.

19:30 / 20.10.05

I had a dream this morning that I was living in Northampton and found a ratty little comic shop on a back street run by Alan Moore. He was very bitter about still being stuck in the comics industry and had shaved off his beard and cut his hair short. When I went back later, he'd closed the shop and the walls and floor were covered with tiny chalkmarks.

21:36 / 20.10.05

did you dream in colour or black and white, moonfrog?

(btw my maternal grandfather was born in t. wells! i blame him for my affiliation with the never-successful crystal palace fc. what's it like? dreamy, i guess...)

Less searchable M0rd4nt

23:05 / 20.10.05

Sorry, Moonfrog1, but the fact is that as soon as you registered we began selling tickets into your personal dreamscape. (It's all there in the small print, dude.) I've got the popcorn franchise over by the classroom where you're giving a talk and you're naked; another guy gives guided tours of that one where you're being hunted down by giant lobsters. A small consortium has begun capturing the gossamer-winged beings from the medow of eternal summer, and are selling them through an exotic pet shop in Camden.

The most popular one is that thing with you, Valerie Singleton, and the vat of golden syrup.

Dark side of the Moonfrog1

08:07 / 21.10.05

Oh dear god, not the Valerie Singleton fetish…. So, er, do you get to the bit were George the tortoise joins in, or do you make your excuses and leave before that point?

Looks like I’m going to have to go back to sleeping in my tin-foil hat again…

Astrojax69 – Colour I think, why?
T Wells is okay. Incredibly broad mix of people, everything from Ex-gypsy families to landed gentry. Does suffer from ‘small town’ syndrome and can be quite socially incestuous at times. It’s nice and convenient to London and Brighton though, without being a sprawling metropolis, plus you can get in a car and travel five minutes in any direction and you’ll be in the countryside.

Your Mother – I had a dream involving Alan Moore a couple of months ago. He was my English teacher and I went round to his house to drop off my latest assignment. I let myself in and was confronted by his very confused wife (who was a darling buds of may era Pam Ferris…) asking why I was in their house on a Saturday. (Once I explained about the essay, she was very nice about it and made me a cup of tea – bless her.)

12:09 / 21.10.05

I just had a dream where I was pissing all over a chicken that Rupert Murdoch was planning on taking to a gala dinner.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

13:06 / 21.10.05

Meludreen- may all your dreams come true. Well, that one, anyway.

14:35 / 21.10.05

I once dreamt that Alan Moore phoned me up to ask if his brother could borrow money from me so that he could start a Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise.

22:43 / 23.10.05

no ria, allan actually rang you. called me later, said you were raving and had to hang up. s'why he never called you again. [i gave his brother a few gorillas but he skipped the country to ibiza so i've never seen my money or my chicken]

22:48 / 23.10.05

Sorry, it was me...

I was trying to contact Lepidopteran, but I typed the D-mail address wrong.

22:50 / 23.10.05

I had a horribly dream a few months ago about a scorpion made of lego with Jordan's face and a sinister wind-up clown. It was seriously the scariest dream I've ever had. It must have been something to do with the wedding spread in Hello.