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Last Night I Dreamt...

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23:35 / 10.03.03

That I was a mutant and Wolverine was following me round, trying to recruit me into the X-Men )or kill me, I couldn't be sure).

I hid from him in a succession of parties. At one point I saw him, claws-out, in the front room and I asked someone if this place had a back door.

Last week I saw the X2 trailer for the first time, and had a birthday party as well. But is it really that simple ... ? Wooooo ...

Foust is SO authentic

02:11 / 11.03.03

This was a strange mixture of past and present.

I was sitting with a girl I only know from university in an elementary school setting. Individual desks and brightly decorated walls, blackboard with addition and subtraction equations written on it, the whole bit.

So we're sitting there, and this particularly harsh, orthodox history professor I'm currently being taught be saunters over to us. There's a history contest approaching, and she wants my friend to cheat on it. It was really surreal. This professer is highly authoritarian, and made a big deal about potential plagerism at the beginning of the year; she's also highly condescending. While attempting to convince my friend to cheat, she suggested using a thesarus to better hide the plagerism.

Strange. And disturbing.

13:52 / 11.03.03

Just before I woke up I dreamt that my brother and I blew up the Dome of the Rock and the Wailing Wall so there would be peace. The rationale being no one would have anything really to fight over. It was only after the explosions went off I realised: Hey! Maybe there are consequences to my actions! I should have thought this through! Oops.

Very odd.

Tryphena Absent

14:53 / 11.03.03

I was in the science museum watching a film with my university year group and then left as the film finished. One of you had come to pick me up, someone I don't know very well, it was raining so we ran across the car park (looked just like the old cp at Brent X) and it turned in to a race to see who could get to the car first.

It was a very weird dream, there was more to it, actually there were about four of five 'lithers in it but I can't recall what was going on - it started in someone's flat looking at books or something.

12:14 / 13.03.03

Another odd barbelith dream last night. I was at a meet and wembley was blowing up some evil corporation or something and someone else was teaching me why people build golems.

I looked up the relevant thread this morning on how to build a golem, but I think I'll pass.

10:50 / 21.04.03

Last night I dreamt of Pacey from Dawson's Creek fucking some bloke from a Jackass-style programme up the arse with a fucking enormous spiky jelly dildo. There was lots and lots more to the dream, but I can't be bothered to type it out right now, so I just thought I would share Pacey's dildo antics.

20:21 / 21.04.03

A) Those horrible fish that look like stones, and have wierd mouths on the tops of their heads...3 appeared in my fishtank. Then they died the next day, and they were really manky to get out: all goopy.

B) I had a lovely dream the night b4 last about colouring in easter cards, and it was soo nice! Then my brother woke me up by hitting my arse with a baseball-bat. Bastard.

Tryphena Absent

22:26 / 21.04.03

I was Hermione Granger. I woke up screaming. I think that says enough.

22:41 / 21.04.03

Anna, you are obsessed...

Tryphena Absent

22:44 / 21.04.03

I was freaked... plus I was Hermione from the film. *shudder*

11:12 / 23.04.03

I had a dream of sorts, although it was more like a loud thought in my brain when I woke up, that I should go to the Velvet Underground (local club) on Thursday.

I figure that I have to go now, just to see. Even if it's nothing but a few hours of dancing, I'll at least have gone to see...

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

11:34 / 23.04.03

I had the best nightmare EVER yesterday (by which I mean, it was more of a "horror-movie" type nightmare than an actually disturbing one, but was bloody scary when I was having it).

Unfortunately, I forget most of the details- it was largely to do with all children becoming cannibals. It was a viral thing, I think, that was beginning to extend to adults, only in the dream, I was a child, and had managed to find another kid who hadn't succumbed. We were sneaking into some kind of halls of residence or something, where the main lair was, and I woke up.

That was the normal "weird dream" bit. I lay awake for a few minutes thinking how to write it as a story (I remembered more details then, and I swear there was more to it than that.)

THEN I went back to sleep, and by the time my alarm went off, in my dream I was frantically trying to find a graphic novel of the previous dream somewhere in a big old comic warehouse, so I'd have it before I went to work. I found it, it turned out to be a TV tie-in edition, strangely enough...
...and then one of these zombie-cannibal-alien-possessed-infected kids turned up and started trying to rip my stomach out!!!

Then I woke up again and went to work. I think I preferred the stomach-ripping.

21:24 / 24.04.03

Baz - I had a thing like that once. Only it was about a book. The book did actually turn out to be crap, but, you know, at least I checked.

01:39 / 25.04.03

I'm off to the club in a half hour so I'll let you know how it goes... if it goes well enough I'll post something in the magick.

12:19 / 25.04.03

Last night I dreamed I was researching people with prosthetic feet. Mostly people who had their healthy flesh feet removed for body modification purposes. But there was this one girl I went to see who had lost her feet in an accident or something. She had slightly old fashioned prosthetic feet, but only old fashioned in the dream, they were actually really high tech, but the others I had seen were even more so (and the others I had seen had all sorts of weird qualities, too). I asked her if she'd ever change to something more modern, and she said no, because she'd asked for these. This was all mixed up with trying to find a teddy bear for some little creature that I was carrying around. Looking round all the shops in Canterbury, and just walking off with a Spot the Dog soft toy, which the creature did not like much. However, it later came in useful, because I had stuffed something heavy inside it and managed to knock out a bad guy with it, while I was in a bar. Also in the bar, I started fondling this bloke's cock for reasons that were unclear. He was friends with these people that, in the dream, kept coming round into my back garden and fucking with the phone lines and demanding to see me. Hmm. It was a pick and mix dream due to watching too much tv, methinks.

12:41 / 25.04.03

Lately, I've been having a series of dreams where I've been getting into fistfights, and really enjoying it. Which is odd, because I've never had one IRL, or at least since I was 15.

Anyway, last night was the culmination of this. I was walking through a mall with some friends, male and female( I don't know who), and I was trying really, really hard NOT to fight anyone. But we saw some guy who was acting snotty or mouthing off or something, so we followed him into the men's room and beat the shit out him. I was circumspect to only hit him in the torso, as I didn't want to hurt him too bad. He was carrying these spools of wire, yellow and green, and we decided to take pieces of it and make him some sort of braided crown with it. But that was taking too long, so the crown was just unfinished. We then left the bathroom and split up. I was worried about getting caught, but I was also looking for more people to fight as I was trying to exit the mall.

I woke up all agitated and disturbed. This has NO resemblance to any behavior I normally exhibit, and I can't think of anything that might have contribtuted to the imagery in the dream.

12:51 / 25.04.03

I've gone back to having dreams about Jumbo jets, they're always the same I find a seat near the back and get ready for the journey, thing is though the travel on roads for hours and then near the end of the journey they try to take off and I end up crashing down the aisle, what's up with that?

Last night I was also dreaming I was going out with Nurse Abby from ER but also her friend, tut tut bad bear.

Nurse Abby! Mmmmm

13:48 / 25.04.03

Cholister: Baz - I had a thing like that once. Only it was about a book. The book did actually turn out to be crap, but, you know, at least I checked

(dream update: a fun, but uneventful night dancing. Nothing life changing....as far I know....)

13:54 / 25.04.03

Hmm... pity. But I suppose something might yet happen. I reckon it's always worth checking stuff like that out though...

15:49 / 21.05.03

It's been sex and death all the way lately. From wandering round fetish shops wearing a mask and carrying a custom made dildo which was so cool that I think I might actually have to design it properly and try and get it made, to sleeping with dream-people and old friends, to the brutal vehicular murder of a Jesus lookalike, a gun filled with small change, so on and so forth. Pretty interesting, all in all.

21:45 / 21.05.03

Dreaming constantly of ex-boyfriend.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
*hits self over the head with keyboard*

Other than that, im not sure if my sleep-talk is directly linked with my dreams but i presume it is. The other night my sister heard me say you see, you either need a RED chin, or a WHITE chin to qualify. Its absolutely crucial!"

I do worry...

22:09 / 21.05.03

My suppressed deadline panic is resulting in a series of dreams in which it is 11 pm on Christmas Eve and I haven't bought any Christmas presents yet. In these dreams I am very angst-ridden about this despite the fact that I know prefectly well that there is nothing I can do about the situation. It is all my fault!

My Mom Thinks I'm Cool

00:09 / 23.05.03

fighting, fighting, fighting. First fighting sectoids (those grey aliens with the big black eyes for non-Xcom people), then fighting regular (huge, invincible) people. The kind of dream where I wake up growling and chewing on my pillow and can't get back to sleep because my body's full of adreneline and wondering what to do with it.

I've been reading Carl Jung's sort-of-autobiography lately and it seems to be changing my dreams, or at least how I interpret them. But these fighting dreams are a recurrence from something I went through a while back...not sure what they have to do with anything except, apparently, I'm fighting something.

15:20 / 23.05.03

I can't seem to get those damn celebrities out of my brane! Last night's dream:

I go to doctor about chest infection. Acting on advice in surgery handbook thing, I ask for the Research Doctor ("use the research doctor if you've got an illness but no one else will believe you"). I get there in time, I'm patient no 3 in the queue, but the receptionist calls over the PA for patient 4 to go in, adding: "patient 3 is licking his lips".

When I finally go in, the research doc looks just like Robert Lyndsay, in a tweed jacket. Before I can say anything, he motions for me to look out the window, pulling back the curtain so I can see. Outside is a jazzed-up hearse - it looks more like a dragster, but it has 'Funeral Director' painted on the side in big gold letters. He laughs, in a "what a way to run a surgery, eh?" sort of way, then asks me what's up.

I explain my problem, and he suggests I lie back on the non-reclining swivel chair behind me, which I do, very awkwardly. He then blows spit into my ears, before sliding himself underneath me, saying "this might not work." I thank him, then leave, disappointed, thinking "I just got fobbed off with one of them new-age medecine types. Typical."

Epilogue: As I walk up the road, I bend down to tie up my shoe laces and I notice that I'm wearing a pleated skirt over black tights and clumpy black shoes. I wonder to myself why you don't see many men wearing this sort of thing very much any more, and remember that I've got a posh do to attend.

16:27 / 23.05.03

I had a lucid dream for the first time last night! It rocked!

The lucid bit came when I was crossing a HUGE intersection. It was something like sixteen lanes on each street. I was crossing it really slowly and the light was turning red, so I suddenly remembered that it was a dream and that I could control it, so I started speeding along like I had rocket shoes. I then played with creating alleys to speed down for the next while. Being sort of conscious through all this was pretty exciting. Although when I tried flying, instead of driving around, I couldn't...

...the first part of the dream was at a Grateful Dead concert, and I had tickets for grant and Jack Fear, but couldn't find them. I really need to stop reading Barbelith just before bed.

12:25 / 25.05.03

Last night I dreamed the ending of a weird, epic movie..

Marlon Brando was playing a mafia don, and he was alone in a bedroom inside a windmill with two beds in it - he doused one with petrol and set it alight and then threw it at the other bed, and the whole place was a blazin', and he made a portentious speech (I particularly remember him bellowing "the Sword of Damocles is hanging over me!"). And then this little boy with a rocket launcher emerged from the corner of the room and chased him out, and then there was a shot of the burning windmill and that was the end of the film.

Where this stuff comes from, I swear I don't know - I swear that none of the elements of that dream were anywhere near my short-term memory..

10:00 / 14.08.03

My media saturated mind has recently offered:

A dream where Viggo Mortensen roped half the cast of LotR in to a new slash version of the film. Most of the rest of it was due to the fact that I once slept with someone who looked very much like VM, and that person had a Prince Albert...but I won't inflict details on you all.

I was in a village in Italy or somewhere, with half the cast of Dawson's Creek, looking through old magic books for details of the proper ritual accoutrements for my purposes, when Dawson and I (oh lord - no, I don't know what he was doing in my head, either) found out that Jack had died. So we went down to the swimming pool where the wake or whatever was being held - in some big fancy black car ripped straight from that Marilyn Manson video where he's JFK. The small pool building was full of locals, all dressed in mourning garb, and various people I know, and probably other Dawson's Creek characters, too. And they started singing happy birthday to me, and there was a big white cake and everything. And I was horrified, cause Jack was dead and all that...so I kept trying to look over the crowd and see if maybe he wasn't really dead. But he was. So his body was chucked in the swimming pool and everyone that knew him had to go and dunk him a few times, in some sort of ritual cleansing or something. (This swimming pool motif is probably because I watched Swimfan the day before. I like crappy films, what can I say?)

The other night I dreamed that they brought Red Dwarf back for a new series (which would be a terrible idea in reality, but it worked out quite well in my head). The crew made it back in time/back to earth and parted company, but Rimmer and Lister realised they were in love, and sought each other out. The rest of the series revolved around them as a couple. When I was dozing, I genuinely believed that it was all true, and even after I woke up properly, I still wondered about it for a while. And this isn't even due to reading too much RD slash (most of it is shit, and there's not that much to begin with), just to buying the first 2 series on DVD.

10:10 / 14.08.03

Oh, fuck me. I've just noticed that's the second Dawson's Creek themed dream I've written about on this thread. No dildoes this time, however.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

10:32 / 14.08.03

Yesterday afternoon (I'm on nights this week) I had a really, really scary zombie dream. It was kind of exhilarating, but also SHIT-fucking-scary. I was in a big house, and my gun didn't work properly, and none of my friends were taking it seriously- it was the dream analogue of watching a horror movie with somebody really squeamish. We'd all keep nearly dying, and they'd be like "whoah, cool!" and I'd be shitting it.
Then some cenobites turned up, but they were NOTHING compared to the zombies. Except they kept me talking while the zombies honed in on me.
At some point there was a shark, too.

Honestly, that was my dream.

11:46 / 14.08.03

Night before last, I dreamed that I went into work, and things were disturbingly quiet (usually there's shouting). When I finally found people, they were sniffling and crying. My boss called a meeting in a small, dark conference room, and started telling us about some people dying, but he wouldn't say who. I stopped him and asked him to tell us specifically who died and how. He said that Governor Pataki (New York) and some of his staffers had been killed while skiing, stabbed by spears of some frozen yellow liquid, which my boss said was the work of the evil aliens who had just taken over the earth. I told him there were no evil aliens, that it was probably a spear of frozen urine from a passing jet, a freak, gross accident, but he insisted that it was evil aliens. Later in the dream, it turned out he was right and the earth had been taken over, and for some reason the aliens decided to start their global domination by assassinating the governor of New York (who, globally speaking, struck me as kind of small potatoes.) It was easily the oddest work related dream I've had (for that particular job.)

18:32 / 14.08.03

I dreamed that I had a baby. And, even worse, I liked it. Oh help. Can I have my old penguin-rustling fantasy quest dreams back again, please? Or even the one with Tim Burgess from the Charlatans with only one arm. Thank you very much.

No star here laces

19:12 / 14.08.03

I dreamt of my co-workers' genitalia. Experienced in a youth hostel in Barcelona. First this one girl was sitting on my face and I was giving her head with my eyes shut. I opened my eyes to see that her labia were covered in weeping sores and that there was a septic looking piercing between her vagina and anus. She grinned at me and told me she had AIDS. Then this bloke got his dick out except it was bent at a right angle and he explained he'd had some kind of plastic implant but that it was okay, he could straighten it out if he wanted to.

Then I woke up and had to spend the day with them. It was disturbing...

18:39 / 16.08.03

I dreamed I went, straight from boarding school, to a theatre/cinema, with lots of friends i havent seen for ages. When we got there, after buying tickets from a pub-owner with a gold and black admiral coat, we went, sat in seats, and the whole lot of them started spinning, like kiddies rides. When they stopped, the flowerey curtains opened, to a few episodes of the Mister Men.

Too much Happy Potter, methinks.

Also, because of the fucking ridiculous heat here, i have frequently been sitting up, standing up, grabbing for "cheesy pasta...cheesy pasta....!" and all sorts whilst sleeping, which is most irritating, as it wakes me up. Hmph.

19:17 / 16.08.03

How weird that this is so near the top of the queue--just woke from horrible dream.

*

23:17 / 16.08.03

The other night I dreamed something confused and disastrous-- I was in a posh modern house that wasn't mine, hiding there, pretending to be some person who lived there-- the older child of the family who lived there. There were other people there too, and unlike me, they were the people they were supposed to be, but they either didn't know or didn't care that I wasn't. One of them came and told me "You'd better go look in the bathroom-- your baby sister's drowned." I went to see, and sure enough, she was-- drowned and bloated; it looked like she'd been there a few days. Her dad-- supposedly my dad too, but I wasn't really their kid, I was just pretending, to hide out from whatever evil forces were after me-- was also lying there dead, looking a little fresher, but I didn't really care about him. The shadowy people of the house-- maybe they were household servants or some such thing-- told me I had to call the police. I knew I had to, but I also knew I couldn't let the police find out who I really was. So I called, and did a really lousy job of pretending to be sad:

"This call is being recorded. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Umm, police and medical, I think. I just found my sister dead in the bathtub. Oh, and my dad. Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're dead. Yeah, it sucks."

The good thing was, when I woke up I knew where the dream had come from-- I'd caught a glimpse of some televised civil trial my mom was watching. One of the women had lost a baby daughter when her husband had been giving the kid a bath in the tub and somehow stopped paying attention for long enough for the kid to drown.

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