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Last Night I Dreamt...

 
  

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Potguns
02:34 / 18.09.03
I had a dream last night that there was a Lith meet at my yard and Haus was dancing like Jarvis Cocker on pills. Hilarious. I was more concerned that someone nicked some of my PS2 games, *looks around accusingly*.
 
 
Saveloy
09:55 / 06.11.03
A super bumper selection here; I've just found a text doc at work that I'd been using to record the previous night's dream and had completely forgotten about. Here it is with the interesting bits in bold

Thursday 28th Aug 2003 - I leave Tom in pram outside office in town centre for a combined job interview/telling off, and when I come back out he is gone. I rush home and look at crumpled postcard/telegram things from the future to get an idea of what happened - looks like he's been kidnapped. Call police. They tell me to pop along to the station, and on the way I am intercepted by a WPC who airily directs me to the nearby student campus: "They're bound to have him."

Later: Work thingy, computer operator job, they contact me by dialling mobile phones strapped to lamp posts in precincts, placed so high up I'd need a window-cleaner's ladder to reach them, so they convey message in ring-tone code. Loads more phone/doorbell stuff I can't remember clearly - something about everyone in Mum's road having doorbells that are wired in to huge speakers around the house, and they play death metal when pressed. The road is small-scale famous because of it, and featured in tea-time telly progs.

(Julie's dream, the night before this one: me and her have massive row over my habit of putting sharp objects in the bed. Her: "It's dangerous!" Me: "Absolute rubbish!")

Friday, 29th August - me and Julie supposed to be in play at Uni, for Colombian dignitary. No lines or preparation, just knew what parts we had. Minor celebs had written and organised it and were directing (Paul Jones?) On phone to Julie and bloke who's meant to be giving her lift from Waterlooville, 5 mins before play. Bloke says "You'll have to walk back from Portsmouth to Waterlooville so I can give you both a lift to Portsmouth." I'm phoning from grounds outside uni theatre, which in the dream is right next to the sea, and out of corner of eye I sea a massive plume of thick black smoke rising off sea. Then another, a mile to the right, and another, all equally spaced apart. It's 3 or 4 oil tankers on fire, and they're heading this way - I figure it's a terrorist attempt to destroy the uni. I put the phone down on the guy who is still insisting I walk to Waterlooville, and run.

(Julie's dream: wins a boyfriend in a raffle. walking round supermarket, she helps herself to a banana and two cans of beer, which she drinks simultaneously, one in each hand, as she walks round the aisles. Gets out to car park to discover bf has nicked her credit cards and done a runner).

Monday 8th September 2003 - employed as housekeeper for famous, deadly and short-tempered Japanese marshal arts expert who lives in a geodesic dome made out of paper. He's coming home and the place is a mess - absolutely covered in dust, in fact there are 6 inch drifts of it around the walls. This guy will kill me if there is even a speck of dust there when he gets in. I stick hoover into one of the drifts and panic when the rate of dust uptake fails to match that which I had expected.
 
 
Sax
12:08 / 21.11.03
I dreamed I was in love with someone last night and when I woke up I still was, for about ten minutes. It felt really, really weird.
 
 
deja_vroom
12:50 / 21.11.03
First we were walking in a forest, then it was time to get back home. A friend was going ahead but I had to come back a bit to fetch my sandals. I passed through a wooden fence and soon met my other friends at this chalet we were spending the weekend in.

As my friends were chilling out, we started checking LP covers from the 70's. A particular cover being the soundtrack of a softcore movie (a humorous, erotic film style which was very popular in Brazil in the 70's) that we found.

Someone else was watching South Park. In this episode, Death appeared to Cartman, and Cartman had a boner, Death had turned him on. His erection was cutely depicted as a spring uncoiling upwards, through which cute blue birds (all in trey park cartoonish style) flew up and down. then he shagged Death (I assumed so, the scene wasn't shown), and the next scene showed Death on the urologist, 'cos Cartman had passed a STD to him. Then I managed to see *who* Death was. It was Lou Reed with the biggest afro I've ever seen in a human head. It kept bobbing all the time. But Lou Reed was not a cartoon there, he was a real person. Then the scene changed back to the place where my friends were, and a friend of mine produced bags and bags of hash for us to smoke. I didn't, though, 'cos it would mess with my lucid dreaming exercises(which I'm actually carrying on IRL - AND FUCK, this sign DID NOT make me go lucid! Darn!), and so I told them.

Then we were watching the news and the surrounding area, which by now was one of Rio's favelas. Lots of people with machine guns around, small black kids running around. There was something about the newsfeed on the TV being all fake.

Lou Reed was sitting by my side, still wearing the big afro, and as I asked "so, what are you thinking of Rio?" He inclined his head to answer me and I had to move away from him. He was getting *too* close.

Some friends were having lunch at a pizza place, and a minivan stopped by. I knew who was in there: Luna, a cute girl who hangs around our place sometimes, and Ian, my band's drummer. We had a meeting (just like we need to have in real life. I went to bed thinking about this, so the dream showed me an oneiric version of the meeting), and before I joined the other band members I greeted Luna with a kiss in the mouth.

She had her right foot broken. As We entered a room it all got blurry.
Then I left the place and started wandering. Passing by a street vendor, he asked me if I was thirsty. I said "yes, I wanna buy a Coke". But he didn't have anything to drink, so I moved on.

I was watching a movie unfold. I can't remember what it was about, but Woody Allen was there, standing in a line, doing something, along with other famous people I can't remember. The story went along and the conflict was resolved by several fake newspaper clippings being found and then blown by the wind, scattering through the city streets and revealing the film's final twist: that, whoever was the main character, he was a loony guy who was making up these clippings to make him believe that all the famous people were after him for a reason.
There was a clipping which talked about a friend of mine who isn't even famous. I found it really funny and interesting. One of the paper clippings somehow got ripped in pieces and some pieces got into my mouth. I felt really thirsty and went to buy a Coke. I bought two and drank one almost in one gulp.
Then, back on the street, there was a crowd listening to people performing songs on the spot. There was a guitar and an amp, and whoever wanted to go and play was allowed. I thought "I might as well go there and play something", but before I could do that the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in dream or IRL bumped into me as she was getting close to the performing artist.
Then she came back and asked me for something to drink. I said "take this can, it's still full". She thanked me and we started talking. She was really charming and witty. She knew my name and when I asked from where she knew me, she got all misteryous and refused to answer. I followed her somewhere (she had a bike, I had not noticed before), and we started making out. Then a couple appeared by, and asked if they could join us. We didn't let them, though, and I decided to go home.

As this girl and I were discussing the better way of getting home, I awakened. There were so much more, but this is all I can remember. Since I started with the lucid dreams exercises, my dreams are geting bigger and more detailed. The other night I had 5 lucid dreams in a row. I hope to improve my skills even more, though.
 
 
Baz Auckland
13:34 / 21.11.03
Last night I dreamt that there was a new library in London that was onboard a submarine. There was also a law that if a library could survive for 8 weeks on its own, it could be free from the London Library Authority, and could be its own library. In the dream, the submarine library had been free for 4 weeks already, and we were looking forward to having a lovely independent library on a sub. Although the Library Authorities were searching for it to recapture it, it was safely hidden in the Thames...

...I have no idea where the hell this came from, but it made me laugh when I woke up...
 
 
pachinko droog
16:45 / 21.11.03
The other night I dreamt I was in a huge sort of art gallery space with really high ceilings and hardwood floors, walls were white and bare. Suspended from the ceiling was some kind of Calder mobile wire thingy with globes and glowing bits moving by themselves traversing the whole structure, and what sounded like one long sustained violin note that went on forever. I left that room and went into another that was like an aquarium, with all these glowing fish in their tanks providing this sort of greenish glow. No one else was there except some old guy playing ambient sort of music on a synthesizer. Then this young red-haired girl walked into the room and picked up a mic and began singing, but she was really bad, off-key, and as I walked out of the room I woke up.
 
 
Baz Auckland
14:18 / 05.12.03
...the only thing that I can remember (other than inventing some neat sunglasses with colour-changing lenses) is driving around New Hampshire with Britney Spears, listening to her tales of woe, and telling her that she should go to somewhere like Turkmenistan for a month to get away from it all...

..how odd... a quick google finds no connection between Ms. Spears and Turkmenistan, but Kyrgyzstan on the other hand HAS put out a set of Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys postage stammps
 
 
rizla mission
15:49 / 05.12.03
I had this really bizarre dream the other week - a bit of an epic actually - I swear none of the elements of it had been even remotely on my mind..

Basically, I dreamt I was a GI in Vietnam in typical Hollywood fashion and my unit was being pciked off one by one by some unseen enemy, and it turned out it was some kind of stupid alien killing machine, like out oif Predator.. and then we're wondering along one day and the stupid alien killing machine steps out in front of us and we start shooting it. It becomes clear that the bullets aren't killing it, and so I think 'fuck it' and run away as fast as I can.. my GI pals also run away, but do so in a sort of organised manner so they were sort of covering each other and stuff.. and thus they were slower and all got killed.
I kept running through the jungle until I came across some primitve tribesmen who it appeared I had earlier befriended (which I realise doesn't quite figure with being in Vietnam, but never mind), and I told them "that terrible beast that your witchdoctors were warning would come, it's arrived!" and they just laughed at me and said "yeah, right" so I said "well fine then, stay here and get killed by the unstoppable monster thing" and carried on running through their camp.
Thankfully I came across a bubblecar that belonged to some anthropologists who were working with the natives, and zoomed off in it.
As I drove along, the jungle gradually disappeared and was replaced by neatly maintained pastures and rolling hills and such like, like some idealised version of the English countryside, and there were other cars on the road too, with smiling well-dressed people in them - which needless to say seemed rather strange in the middle of a warzone.
Gradually various stately Victorian mansions and associated buildings appeared and it occured to me that all this must have been built by the previous French colonists..
I came to a big house with big grounds that had lots of military vehicles parked in them and lot's of people wondering around, so I parked there and got out with the general intention of finding the American central command and warn them about the alien monster, but then I noticed that there were lots of Vietnamese officers wandering around conversing with American officers and I realised the terrible truth - the war was a sham that the two sides had concocted between them so that the officers could occupy and enjoy this Arcadian paradise built by the French!!

A strange, strange dream.
 
 
Baz Auckland
03:05 / 26.03.04
The last five nights in a row, I've dreamt that I was in Japan. And it rocked. Unfortunately, there's no mysterious symbolism there, since I've become quite obsessed with the idea of moving there... oh! Only 9 more months...

...also lots of dreams involving trains... can anyone offer some ideas on what that means? 2/3 dreams involved trains trying to hit me...
 
 
eddie thirteen
05:54 / 26.03.04
Dude, train dreams are totally about fucking.
 
 
gingerbop
14:27 / 27.03.04
2 nights ago, I dreamed my sister was pregnant, but also that the baby inside her was pregnant.

I'll blame a programme I saw a few months back where this sort of happens (albeit very rarely_, that one twin can die in the womb, and the other will grow round it.

Anyway, in the dream, somehow the meta-baby was still alive, and got transferred inside me when I bumped into my sister.
 
 
Baz Auckland
17:53 / 01.04.04
The fun of reading Barbelith before a nap:

I just dreamt I was walking down by Victoria Station in London, when based on gridley's pic of 'the kates' in the LUST LIST!! thread, I happened to walk past all the Kates... well.. one was Drew Barrymore, but she was a Kate in my dream... to which of course in my dream I immediately thought "Hey! That picture on Barbelith was a SIGN!"

...after that I got on a train to Heathrow and was helping a ghost go to heaven and stop haunting the train car, but of course she was reborn as a mutant and I was helping her get to Xavier's....

Barbelith + Sleep = Fun Dreams
 
 
luke hugh
18:11 / 01.04.04
last night I was all twitchy because I had to get up early for school and it was important. Last night I had a dream there were 2 bees in my old house and I kept trying to swat them with a newspsper. I remember walking up to one I swat and it was just a shell while it was full of this glimmering purple ooze. There were still two bees after this too.
 
 
Saveloy
14:26 / 17.08.05
I watched '2nd Heimat' the other night on BBC4. Flippin'eck it's
depressing, isn't it? Lots of attractive young intellectuals having
crises and suffering angst, constantly grimacing at the wall, the floor or
the fog. Not one of them saw the funny side to *anything*. I
can't help thinking that there would have been no need to make this at all if the Germans had had an equivalent of 'Rising Damp' or 'Steptoe and Son'.

I mention it here because I hold it entirely to blame for the horrible dream that followed. Can't remember exactly what happened or the exact order of events, but it included:

- A wooden platform halfway down a mine shaft. The shaft below the
platform is flooded with black water. I'm bobbing about in the water,
investigating something, when I notice a sinister red glow coming up from the depths. I haul myself onto the platform and inform my colleagues that "the demons are coming." A colleague replies: "That's it then. There's absolutely nothing we can do."

- A lecture theatre / operating theatre. Blue plastic sacks are piled
against a wall, and two men in white coats are casually throwing bits of bodies, internal organs, skeletons etc up the pile and watching them
roll back down again. They land back at the bottom, all wobbly, as if made of rubber. One of the White Coats says: "Yes, they're completely plasticated; there's no organic material left in them at all."

- Another lecture theatre / hall affair, this time I'm part of a group of 4 or
5 scientist types examining a large model of the Earth and the Moon. A professor says: "Of course, the largest piece of glass ever made is the disc that hides the Moon from the planet Mercury." I wonder why the Moon needs to be hidden from Mercury, and remember that there are hostile aliens there. I also recall that there are hostile aliens
approaching from another direction and that we're here to work out
how to repell them. We're all pretty much agreed that it's hopeless, but continue to shuffle about going "Um. Oh dear. Er... Ooh... no. Wha..? Hmm."

That bastard woke me up at 4am, and had me tossing and turning for
an hour at least, feeling haunted and afraid to turn my back to the bedroom door in case the ghosties got me. Bah! Bloody Germans!
 
 
Chiropteran
15:40 / 17.08.05
Had a fairly disturbing dream the other morning, just before getting up (though I probably would have gotten up for a bit after this one, even if I had it at 3am).

I'll skip the not-so-vivid adventury parts, except to say that for most of the dream I was me, maybe a little younger. Things started going badly when I shifted into another identity which had prior to that point been a peripheral dream-character - "I" was gay, neurotic, and based, physically, on Renfield (from Universal's 1931 Dracula, the Spanish version). I was on my way out of a squalid and flooded men's room at the college, carrying a bunch of hoodoo supplies (for the "mission" the dream was leading up to), when I was accosted by a "groundskeeper" who started taunting me. He acted like he had singled me out for my sexuality (he had a "coming round here, corrupting our fine lads" thing going), but I knew that it was only a cover, and that he actually worked for Them (whoever the shadowy baddies were) and that my life was in danger. As I tried to reach my car, a whole group of "groundskeepers" (older, decidedly rural laborer-types in embroidered vests) gathered and blocked my way. I tried to fight off the closest one with my keys, but then they all had straight-razors.

They closed in slowly, all swinging their razors in time and singing (it sounded like a folky baritone men's-chorus version of Screams For Tina's "Wreckage," with the repeated line "we swing the razor"). Eventually (and it took a while), I was castrated and finally slashed to bits -- my perspective had already started drifting out of the body, though, so I was partly watching it from above, and I felt the strange, um, parting sensation as things fell apart, but no pain.

The whole episode felt very Wicker Man/Golden Bough and ritualistic, like a religious execution, and also reminded me (in-dream) of the hunt from the Invisibles (I was also aware in-dream that this was the scene in the movie where the main character's - "real me" - ally gets killed, complicating the "mission" scene leading to the final confrontation. Very meta, my dreams).

All the same, I wouldn't call it a nightmare, because I didn't actually feel any fear (aside from in-character "urgency"). It was really more just a Very Strange Experience, and I was a bit in shock after waking up.
 
 
Benny the Ball
15:51 / 17.08.05
I had a dream ages ago while still living at home, that I was asleep in bed, and a gang of men broke in, murdered my dad and were attacking/tourturing my mum while I lay in bed terrified to do anything - I woke up at the point that my mum was letting out a horrible scream of pain, and part of the sound either a) carried over so felt like it was in the real world or b) was in the real world (the estate I grew up on was quite rough and gangs often roamed around bored making loads of noise throughout the late hours).

I lay in bed awake for the rest of the night absolutely unable to move, completely frozen, and just watched the light in the sky change colour out my window.
 
 
Quantum
16:31 / 17.08.05
I dreamt in passing of several Barbefolk last night, notably Haus and Seth. Seth had a secret beard, he said, which caused much hilarity. When I logged in today I noticed the secret beard thread bumped, coincidence or something more sinister?
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
22:10 / 17.08.05
My dreams have been fairly obvious for most of the last year... soon after Biscuits (my dog) died, I had this weird dream where I was in a lighthouse, and she turned up. I was all "NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! SHE'S DEAD AND YOU CAN'T BE HER!!!" Then I woke up feeling really guilty.

A couple of days later, she turned up in my dreams again, doing that whole "dog that's been scolded but wants to make amends" kind of thing. And it was ace. And she's been in my dreams ever since, not doing anything, not playing a major part, but just... there. And it's been really nice. (My alcohol counsellor asked me "what do you think the dog represents" and I said "to be honest, I don't fucking care. Even if it's just my subconscious putting her there, I would like to believe that it's her, y'know? I don't really care beyond that".

Then a few nights ago (I think I put this in the Miserable thread, but now the dream thread's back it also seems appropriate) I dreamt I was a kid again. My dad was still alive and stuff, and we were all on holiday. And Biscuits (taking dreamlike amounts of liberties with continuity) was there, or so I thought. After a while I realised that it wasn't Biscuits... it couldn't be, becasue she's dead. My parents (totally out of character, I must add) were saying "we can hang onto her for much longer before we have to give her back", but I was really upset, because I knew this was someone else's dog and I knew how bad they'd be feeling at losing her. And I woke up with that "having been crying for ages" feeling in the back of my throat. That was possibly the most upsetting dream I've had in years. Probably doesn't seem like it, written down, but it really was. (It's making me cry typing it. Actually, it did that when I was typing it in the Miserable thread. It was horrible, really. From where I was lying, anyway).
 
 
Triplets
03:37 / 19.08.05
Posted to the lateshift thread earlier: Hullo. I'm just waiting for my hand to deflate and then I'll be back off to bed. No wait, I'm going to write down the weird dreams I had about Naomi Watts and the Ring (and another one about butch Library-Newsagent security guards and the women who stalk them). Then I'll be off to bed.

The first dream I had started with me walking up to the counter of a dusty old newsagent, big oak counter. Across from me was a cashier who looked pretty much like this:

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But with hair more like the butch cop from the asylum scene in Terminator 2. Chunky securicop sweater. I remember buying something and looking at receipt, making some small talk about it then cracking a joke (note to self: you can't flirt about receipts in real life, Triplets, that's why it only work in dreams I mean come on) about Russian roulette and commercial fineprint (Christ). Anyway a woman comes in from my right and walks through the section in the countertop that lets people in and out. The cashier goes "woah, hey, all customers gotta stand behind the counter". Creepy lady steps towards her. "Get back". Forward again. Cashierl ady bugs out and says "I'm TELLING you to get back". She moves through the countertop (must be two holes you can walk through?) and puts herself between me and Creepy Lady who looks all dishevelled homeless woman who screams "I didn't want to have to do this! and pulls out this telescoping stick weapon thingy.

Kung-fu does not occur.

The cashier whips out a taser, at this point I notice she's gone from cashier to a security guard type with a big chunky belt with radios, mace and stuff. Taser crackles, dream ends.

Dream 2!

Starts with me walking up to the doors of a large department store, in some kind of hurry. When I get there I'm informed, sorry, the store's closed, but I can get in if I can see the manager? I continue walking through this dark purple, mall like structure. Other shoppers are with me walking in the same direction. Get to a security door which an older woman has left open, but she felt like more of a co-worker. At this point I believe I was being employed at this "mall".

Walk through corridors and bump into Naomi Watts going the same way. I chat to her for a bit, I say something about her name having one I or three (wtf?). At this point the dream shifts context again and I'm still inside the mall (it seems) but I'm going up to Naomi's penthouse suite with a black girl I've not met. An open-platform elevator appears, like the ones you always find in the final level of a Capcom survival horror game.

For some reason elevators and height always freak me the fuck out in dreams. I think it's my general phobia of heights that just gets amplified for some reason... perhaps because height in dreams isn't really set or consistent and has a general value of "infinite"? Go up the elevator, hold onto the rals and squeeze eyes closed til we get to the top, elevator judders about like fuck making things worse. Get off at the top, only one apartment: the penthouse.

At this point I somehow know we're going to Naomi's to watch The Ring. At this point my sense of dread hits the fucking roof (I'm shit scared of that movie) Naomi and the other girl head into the apartment before me and when I get there have started taking off their clothes (??), I suddenly get shy and ask to come back when they're finished changing, but apparently it's okay, but I really just freaked out by the fact that we're going to be watching The Ring in a minute (or possibly that a actor is making me watch a DVD of her own movie). It gets too much and I wake up to find that I've been resting on my hand for the last three hours.
 
 
electric monk
12:54 / 22.08.05
The Book of Barbelith

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"In the Barbelith House. A large whitish affair with secondhand furniture and artwork by everyone. People are milling about and I introduce myself to a few, including Solitare Rose. Others, I pick up impressions from, such as Sypha who hasn't planned his wedding properly."

"There is a book and accompanying movie circulating thru the crowd: The first copies of 'The Book of Barbelith' and 'The Barbelith Movie'. The movie is an artful documentary of the history, present, and future of the board. The book is a collection of artwork, comics, and prose by various members. The book is thick; probably around 700 pages and is the most wonderful anthology I have ever read. I don't have a story in the Book but I think I spotted myself in the Movie."


After I woke up and had time to process the dream a little, I thought, "Damn, that Book would make a great fundraiser for the site." I, to my shame, don't really have the time to round up a herd of 'Lithers to make this a reality but if someone wants to run with this, please do.
 
 
mondo a-go-go
15:29 / 07.09.05
Last week, I dreamed that Saveloy was buying pet bunnies for London Zoo. Or maybe from London Zoo. I know where the bunny connection came from; I had been explaining to someone about the bunnies in Holland Park, and then I watched Local Hero, which has a bunny in it. Not sure why I was dreaming about Sav, though, or London Zoo. And it wasn't London Zoo as you or I would recognise it, but a dream version of London Zoo that has appeared in my dreams several times before (I wonder where it really is...?)

The night before last, I dreamed that I went for dinner with Lilly Nowhere and Tango-Mango. Little Frankie was, at one point, with us, but with dream logic, she suddenly wasn't. We went for dinner at some new posh restaurant, which was actually inside someone's house (which resembled in places the dream version of my great aunt's house, that I have also dreamed of, often). Anyway, for dessert we ate "chocolate stir-fry" (no, I don't know what that is, either), cooked by Goodness Gracious Meme, who was on her way to becoming a celebrity chef for inventing the dish....

And then last night I had a surprisingly sexual dream about someone else on here, who has a girlfriend, and who I don't fancy, and never have. Since my subconscious seemed to think otherwise last night, I tried to reconsider him with that new perspective this morning, and nope, I still don't fancy him. In fact, I've been having a conversation with my subconscious along the lines of, "don't fancy yours much, what on earth do you see in him?" Very strange. Wonder what that was all about...? And if I must have sex dreams, why can't they be about people I do fancy?
 
 
Saveloy
15:39 / 07.09.05
Anna:

"Saveloy was buying pet bunnies for London Zoo."

God, how I wish that was real.

"Or maybe from London Zoo."

Or that.

Last night I dreamt that everyone in the world had to sing solo and unaccompanied by instruments for 5 minutes, in order to save their own life. I heard about 3 or 4 having a go and they were all quavery and off-tune from shaking with fear. Brrr...
 
 
Psych Safeling
08:43 / 08.09.05
I was cycling from Stockwell to Hampstead, on a summer evening on the way from one engagement (which was also part of the dream, but which I can't remember in any detail other than a kind of taste-memory which is reminiscent of Christmas parties) and as I passed through Hackney (it makes sense on the Oneiric A-Z), I noticed a cool church conversion house with a cement wall outside. The doorbell was on the wall: a kind of Indiana Jones style spring-loaded-but-carved-out-of-the-wall type button, and next to it was carved in small, irregular letters 'The Ch' and then 'The Church'. This was a really funny in-joke in dream logic, and led me to realise that Stoatie lived there.

(To qualify - Stoatie and I have never met IRL, or communicated on the board or via PM.)

As I was running my fingers in amusement over the carving, I accidentally pressed the doorbell. Stoatie came out of the church, whose door was accessed down a little sunken path behind the wall. I realised I was being a bit of a freak, as I didn't know Stoatie, so I crouched down behind the wall. He was confused by the apparent lack of a visitor (though I remember feeling that I must be slightly visible, and this was making me uncomfortable). He called out 'Hello? Is anybody there? [My real name], is that you?' This freaked me out, and I half-realised that either Stoatie was someone I know IRL (I don't think so, from the picture thread, although he didn't have pink hair in the dream), or I had met him previously at a Barbemeet that I'd forgotten.

I stood up, becoming more sheepish as I realised seeing me wasn't ringing any bells for him, and said 'Hi, I'm [my real name], from Barbelith'. He looked pretty nonplussed, but invited me in nonetheless, and he showed me around the house. After a second or two, his very new wife Janie got home, with her parents following shortly behind. They were naturally a bit surprised to find a strange woman in Stoatie's bedroom. Knowing him as they did, though, the suspicion fell instantly on me. Janie's parents offered to get me a Cup of Coffee (capitals intended to show vocal aggression), and I looked out of the window, feeling very awkward. It then clicked that I had in fact been here before, with my SO, to a large party round a bonfire in the garden/parky wasteland outside, which had been a pre-apocalyptic Barbemeet (it had clearly been a poorly-predicted apocalypse), though Stoatie probably wouldn't remember me from that as it had been dark. It did occur to me that he might remember me from having been sitting on my SO's lap (this was some kind of strange civilised pre-apocalyptic bonfire with chairs and everything), and I contemplated mentioning this, as well as my pregnancy, as evidence to Stoatie's parents-in-law that I wasn't trying to steal him from their daughter.

I then, slightly anti-climactically, realised I hadn't locked my bike up and that I had to go and get it, and there was my excuse to leave. Accordingly I left, feeling sad that this might have been my one chance to make friends with Stoatie and he thought I was a weirdo. (Interesting SO and I had been discussing whether he had missed his chance with an academic whose work he had been researching when we met him at a dinner party and he didn't put two and two together - Stoatie looked a bit like this guy in the dream, but with crazy hair, whereas Academia man had very little.)

I should mention that a recurring theme of my dreams is, having done something awful (like, gasp! turning up at someone's house!), feeling incredibly guilty. (Another one is losing my temper really badly with someone, always female, usually mother or sister, which I haven't done in about ten years. Repression issues? moi?) Stoatie, I hope we do meet one day. I think I was dreaming about you because I had been reading your comments on Libertarians in the (who knew how good THAT was?) Bush thread before I went to bed, and being warmed by your indignation.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:02 / 08.09.05
It's a sign. I must move to a converted church. That would rock.
 
 
Saveloy
13:47 / 27.10.05
Last night's dream:

My doctor makes a home visit to check up on me. She tells me (and my mother, who is in attendance) that I am suffering from some sort of degenerative brain disease - that I have been suffering from it, in fact, since the age of five.

Me: "Oh my God! That explains why I'm so stupid!"

Doc: "But you knew about this right from the start. Why aren't you wearing your hat?"

Mother: "Er, I think we just forgot about it. Is this it?"

She pulls a hat from behind the sofa. I say hat, it's a thin, A4 sized sheet of card with a round hole cut in it, just big enough for me to slide it over my head to ear level. The front has been cut into a baseball cap brim shape.

I put it on.

Me: "It's a bit tight..."

Doc: "It's supposed to be, it's to keep your head from expanding outwards. The more your head expands, the more you regress."

Me: "Can you tell I'm retarded just by looking at my face then?"

Doc: "Yes."
 
 
Chiropteran
14:06 / 27.10.05
Me: "Can you tell I'm retarded just by looking at my face then?"

Doc: "Yes."


Oh my.

I'm just posting to say that I had a very serious and distressing dream early this morning which I cannot remember at all. I am fairly sure I had it, and fleeting thoughts keep reminding me of it (in an indistinct way), but nope, nothing. All I can piece together is the vague feeling I usually get after waking from a "I'm in school, but I haven't been to this important class in weeks, in fact I forgot I even had it, and I don't have my homework" dreams, except with the shadow of an impression that it was about something Very Much More Important than missing homework, like The Apocalypse.

This is me reading Ligotti before bed.
 
 
Mirror
23:53 / 27.10.05
Last night I dreamt something about lima beans, great bloated lima beans about the size of my fist stuffed together in sausage skins. Oddly, the lima-bean sausages were somehow intertwined with the resolution algorithms for first-order logic that I completely failed to remember properly during my exam on Tuesday.
 
 
Saveloy
09:00 / 22.11.05
Last night I dreamt that I had a knee trembler with Derek Thingummy, the tory speech writer who appeared as a contestant in this year's Big Brother.

It started as a hug goodbye at the bottom of the stairs. I noticed he was clasping me tighter and for longer than I would have expected.

"Derek, is that....? Oh, Derek!"

He just smiled and continued to squeeze. I thought: "It's not really convenient now, but it's going to take more effort to put him off than I can muster, and besides, this is quite nice."

I won't go into the sordid details but he left through the front door with a smile on his face and a cheery wave.
 
 
iamus
11:43 / 22.11.05
I dreamed I was in love with someone last night and when I woke up I still was, for about ten minutes. It felt really, really weird.

I've had that! I just wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn't! It felt really shite!
 
 
ibis the being
11:54 / 22.11.05
Last night I dreamt that I was trying to train my puppy and he started breakdancing! I stood by in amazement and cheered him on as he broke out in some pretty good windmills. When I woke up I still thought he could breakdance for about ten minutes.
 
 
iamus
12:02 / 22.11.05
I imagine it's much the same feeling.

How're you doing? You coping Ok?
 
 
Axolotl
12:08 / 22.11.05
Meludreen: I had that this morning. There's something indescribably sad about that feeling of loss you get when you wake up and realise that it was nothing but a fading dream, it's a peculiar kind of bittersweet feeling of loss. There's probably a German word for it that expresses it far better than I can.
 
 
iamus
12:20 / 22.11.05
Yeah, that sums it up pretty much exactly. I think I spent about five to ten minutes not even moving after I opened my eyes. It was just a really powerful, overwhelming feeling that you can't stop from draining away. I had to go to work, but my head wasn't right for the rest of the day.

If I had had a choice at the moment of waking to choose between living in dreams or living in the real world, corporeality could have taken a running fuck.
 
 
Slim
12:36 / 22.11.05
For three nights in a row, I've dreamt that my mother is dead. Last night she died in a South American earthquake. As highly unlikely as that is, I'm beginning to become disturbed by the repetition.
 
 
electric monk
15:02 / 22.11.05
Yeah, freaky/scary recurring dreams are teh suck, Slim. Think about it tho, and what it may mean. I find I'm usually trying to tell myself something when my dreams repeat over a series of nights.

Christ, sorry. I sound like a counselor or some shit.

So...last night I dreamt that my wife and I were smoking th' herb with grant, his wife and a few of their friends at his house. All their hurricane damage had been repaired, and they had added an enclosed patio with hurricane-proof windows at the back of the house. Our kids were in a room at the other end of the house, and we could hear them laughing and playing. We were using grant's three-foot, green plastic water bong. He told me it's name, but I can't remember it now.
 
  

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