Your (Non-ILX) Dreams

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The O'Reilly Factor was on and in this dream Bill O'Reilly had a studio audience. One of his guests was an esteemed black scholar & host of a PBS roundtable discussion show on race issues. The scholar and O'Reilly were chatting, debating, nothing out of the ordinary, until a particular comment by the scholar rubbed O'Reilly the wrong way. O'Reilly's heated reply included the word "darkie."

It took the studio audience a few seconds to realize what O'Reilly had just said, but once it clicked there was a roar of boos, hisses, profanities, and other expressions of derision. That went on for a while, and then the camera cut back to O'Reilly, who was trying to dodge flying objects from the crowd. It pleased me to see the audience had the foresight to bring PIES with them; those were among the flying objects O'Reilly was not able to successfully dodge. The camera stayed on O'Reilly for the next ten minutes, showing him sitting there stone-faced while fruit filling and custard rained on him. Other objects thrown: tubes of lipstick, pens, condoms, CDs.

I was so bummed it was a dream.

pfeffernuesse (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 12:33 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

Wow. More pies in my dreams please.

I can't remember what I dreamt last night but apparently I woke Matt up and said 'But what happened to all the drowning people?' I didn't seem to be particularly upset, just curious.

Archel (Archel), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 13:50 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I had demons in my bedroom last night. As usual.

Markelby (Mark C), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 13:59 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I had another Benedryl-induced haunted house dream last night.

Remy (x Jeremy), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 14:03 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

As said on another thread, I had a weird erotically charged dream abotu a co-worker today. There has head massaging involved at one popint, and some rather furtive fondling.

I had to go and fix her database this morning - I couldn't look her in the eye.

Johnney B (Johnney B), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 14:05 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

"fix her database" - you geek boys and your euphemisms!

Markelby (Mark C), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 14:06 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I had this dream recently in which me and my friend Hayley were out shopping for a meal we were going to make for all our other friends. I thought it would be nice to get a cheesecake for pudding, so we went into a cake shop. I see the cheesecake I want, and Hayley says, in what she thinks is a whisper but is actually quite loud, "Why don't you put a bogey on it? We might get a discount then."
I say, "No need for that. It's not that expensive, I can afford it." Then the woman behind the till comes over to us and starts shouting at us to get out and that she's called the police. Hayley starts panicking. She gets out her phone and presses a button on it that makes it emit this high-pitched squeal that makes everyone in the shop start rolling about on the floor clutching their ears. Hayley is immune to this, and she runs out the shop.

I pick myself up and go out into the street, where Hayley is nowhere to be seen. So I call her and ask her where she is. She says she can't tell me, she's found a safehouse to lie low from the law in. I tell her that she hasn't done anything that bad, and she'd probably just get a caution if the police were to catch her. She says, "You don't understand, the bastards have been looking for a reason to lock me up for ages. This is just the excuse they need." Then I woke up.

Wooden (Wooden), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 14:10 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

"update her table"

Johnney B (Johnney B), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 14:11 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

This morning I had a dream about people being taken over aliens, and they started sucking the insides out of non-taken over people, and ended up looking all bloated. It was pretty horrible.

jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 15:14 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

My dream last night:


Jeremy sits in front of his high school history teacher's desk. He fidgits with a 4-color pen.


HISTORY TEACHER: (Prodding) Ethic prerogative? ETHIC PREROGATIVE?

The pair are distracted by a zepplin flying past the window.



The zepplin scene plays in reverse -- the large blimp flies backward across the frame. It's revealed as a second-rate blimp facimile.

JEREMY: Pedantry... pedantry.

Fade to black.

Remy (x Jeremy), Sunday, 10 October 2004 04:58 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

It pleased me to see the audience had the foresight to bring PIES with them; those were among the flying objects O'Reilly was not able to successfully dodge


paranoia is the hipster's disease (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:12 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I had a dream last night, and 50 Cent was in it. I borrowed money from him. We were at a football game, I think.

Nowell (Nowell), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:14 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

Did you borrow fifty cents?

HA! I kill me.

luna (luna.c), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:14 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

(I'm so SO sorry)

luna (luna.c), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:15 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I think I borrowed a twenty.

Nowell (Nowell), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:15 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

WHY he was in my dream, I don't know. I'm not a fan.

Nowell (Nowell), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:15 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

It's strange, cuz a few days before I had the dream, I borrowed two dollars from somebody. And I haven't paid him back yet. I don't plan to, cuz I never see that guy anyway.

Nowell (Nowell), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:17 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

you people aren't talking about pie.

paranoia is the hipster's disease (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:20 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I love pie.

Nowell (Nowell), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:21 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

Did 50 Cent appear four times? If so, he might symbolise that $2.

Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:23 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I do, too. I think I'll make one tonight.

luna (luna.c), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:23 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

Actually, I like cheesecake.

Nowell (Nowell), Friday, 22 October 2004 22:24 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I had a nice dream last night, and woke up happy. But what was it about? I cannae remember.

the bellefox, Saturday, 23 October 2004 09:27 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

my dream last night was a late '70s movie about teen gang violence among white suburban kids in southern california. ironically, the asshole hardcore gang were really into devo. the third act had a surreal riot/orgy/parade in the high school.

at the end of the movie (repackaged for vhs release in the late '80s), axl rose did an anti-violence psa.

paranoia is the hipster's disease (Jody Beth Rosen), Saturday, 23 October 2004 15:20 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

three months pass...
I had a dream last night that my sister and I made out, then kind of, I don't know, REALIZED what we were doing and said "This is completely weird! We can never tell anyone." It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was weird nonetheless. I will never tell her about it.

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:40 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

whoa. No, don't.

Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:43 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I won't.

Also: I've had this dream twice now about her, and once about my brother (that one was a little different). I have one other sister who has thus far remained totally left out of the subconscious incest stuff.

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:45 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

How about this drea interp:

The only color I can remember is blue, the color of her shirt. The whole dream was blue, blue, blue.

Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind.

I also found this:

To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. If the dream ends just about you are about to kiss someone, indicates that you are unsure of how he or she really feels about you. If you are heterosexual and you dream that you are kissing someone of the same sex, then it represents self-acceptance. You are acknowledging the feminine or masculine side.
If you are kissing a close friend, then it represents your respect and adoration for your friend. You are seeking some intimate closeness that is lacking in some waking relationship. It may or may not signify a romantic interest for him or her.


roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:04 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

'cos that's just SICK!

Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:05 (thirteen years ago) Permalink


To dream of incestuous practices, signifies erotic desires. It may also be representative of the union between masculine and feminine aspects of yourself. You are in a phase in your life where you are not quite a child and not quite an adult, and thus this dream may be symbolic of the merging of the child and adult within yourself.

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:07 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I think it's about refusing to accept sexual boundaries.

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:11 (thirteen years ago) Permalink


jaymc (jaymc), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:17 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Ha, dreaming of sex with someone could signify erotic desires! Top interpretation!

I had a weird one a while ago - about an ILXer, though I don't want to say who. It was completely non-sexual, which is very surprising given how hot she is, just us being like really best friends and me comforting her over something. I don't want to say who because it was, though non-sexual, far, far more personally intimate than we actually are, so it seems sort of creepy.

Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:24 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

not quite a child and not quite an adult

In other words, not a girl, not yet a woman.

jaymc (jaymc), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:27 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I've had three strange dreams I can recall lately:

- I saw Gwen Stefani at a concert in the audience, and I went up to her and said, "You know, your new album is the best work you've ever done". Which was a lie, because I haven't heard it! I can only imagine I was attempting to "get some" via compliments.

- I dreamt I was offered a job that paid $4500 a week. I accepted it.

- I dreamt that Carl Newman came down with some illness and I was forced to handle lead vocal duties at a New Pornographers show as a last-minute replacement. Neko was impressed.

Riot Gear! (Gear!), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:28 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

xpost I've dreamed I was having sex with Britney Spears before. What could it mean?

Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:28 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

- I dreamt I was offered a job that paid $4500 a week. I accepted it.

Awesome! Usually when I dream about money, it's like, "I found ten bucks in some old jeans! Now I can eat!"

Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:30 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

yeah, i've never had dreams where i luck into a bunch of scrill

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:33 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I'm pretty sure I've had a sexual dream about Britney, too (I thought I mentioned it on ILX but I can't find it on search), but I have not had a dream in which I was Britney and was having sex with my sister.

jaymc (jaymc), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:35 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I always have dreams about coin and poon, but that job offer dream was the first I've had in awhile

Riot Gear! (Gear!), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:37 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I had one sexual dream about Britney.

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:38 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Wait, aha:

I dreamt last night I was dating Britney Spears. We had sex and went shopping for keyboards at the mall. The only problem was that I had to travel back in time to hang out with her. I was in the present, and she was in early 2003. That's my guess, at least, because I think she was recording In the Zone at the time. She told me it was going to be dedicated to me. I really wanted to tell her that she should release "Toxic" as the first single instead of "Me Against the Music" -- I was already thinking of ways to tell her nicely that I thought "Me Against the Music" was shit -- but I was afraid of changing history.
-- Sanjay McDougal (jmcunnin...), November 21st, 2004.

jaymc (jaymc), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:38 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I'm almost positive I had an Eliza Dushku dream once.

Riot Gear! (Gear!), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:38 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I almost never have sex dreams. So, yeah, it's pretty much Britney Spears and my sister. Note to self: get one shrink.

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:39 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I dreamt I saw Kilroy coming out of our local Morissons so I yelled abuse at him (as one would). When he asked me what all the fuss was about I told him that his ideas promoted segregation and race hate.
He looked at me, then shrugged as if to say "Yeh, I guess you're right - I never thought of it that way". And carried on his way.

dog latin (dog latin), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:40 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

when I was poorer, I used to have dreams about finding scratch all the time. like, bags of it, under cars and shit. then I'd wake up in a pool of my own sick, staring at past-due credit card bills.

Riot Gear! (Gear!), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 21:42 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

i dreamt i won £120 in horse betting last night. my sister congratulated me and was jealous about my constant luck in betting.

we didn't make out.

ken c (ken c), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 22:04 (thirteen years ago) Permalink


Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 22:05 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

A few weeks ago I had a really romantic dream where I was seeing a girl who always carried a parrot on her shoulder. It was huge and flourescent. I forget if I started a thread about this or not, but I was pretty disappointed when I woke up.

Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 22:10 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Oh god, do I dare post this? In my first wet dream, I was Peter Parker, and it was my and Gwen Stacy's wedding day.

Curious George Rides a Republican (Rock Hardy), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 22:47 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Dreamt I was in a shopping mall w/my housemate and Santa was doing the "sit on knee for wishes" thing only it wasnt Santa, it was Russell Brand, and N sat on his knee excitedly and I was all "but that isn't even Russell Brand, its a guy who LOOKS like him!" and then the guy goosed N, much to his annoyance.

fix it with like some music glue (Trayce), Thursday, 5 April 2012 13:46 (six years ago) Permalink

Trying to stop a terrorist bomb plot alongside Mick McCarthy. Mick read the map and spoke fluent Urdu with an informant whilst I lurked in the background.

pandemic, Thursday, 5 April 2012 14:11 (six years ago) Permalink

I'm in a house out in the Russian countryside and I'm sitting with a bunch of other Russian people, all in their 20's and we are talking about Roman Abramovich. I stand up and walk out the door and Vladamir Putin is outside in the yard feeding the chickens. We start chatting and he says something about punts. I tell him we (as in Ireland) used to have the punt as currency. He says 'I know' and then I tell him we should have stuck with it. He has wry smile and says 'I know'.

Michael B Higgins (Michael B), Thursday, 12 April 2012 01:17 (six years ago) Permalink

A dream about the Russian countryside sounds really cool! I never have those dreams, I'm always shopping or decorating, because that's mostly what I do all day.

Last night I had a dream that someone took my beloved lab away from me to be put to sleep. I felt his body and it was stiff. When I woke up I found him on the floor, warm and alert. And very vital. I gave him a hug. He is nine years old. I would be devastated to lose my baby right now!

โตเกียวเหมียวเหมียว aka Bulgarian Tourist Chamber (Mount Cleaners), Friday, 13 April 2012 20:14 (six years ago) Permalink

Saw a documentary clip about Bob Pollard being booted from the USA For Africa sessions (by no less than Drew Barrymore) for drunken belligerence and because "he wasn't getting into the spirit of the whole thing". They showed a snapshot of him tumbling from the singing dais as he attempted to hit a snare drum with oversized novelty drumsticks, while everyone else just looked on in disgust.

DRANGUS (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 14 April 2012 10:43 (six years ago) Permalink

I probably haven't heard "We Are The World" in years. So, naturally, it popped up this morning (about an hour after I had that dream) with my iTunes on shuffle.

DRANGUS (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 14 April 2012 16:24 (six years ago) Permalink

two months pass...

bill oddie joined inxs

Autumn Almanac, Thursday, 14 June 2012 20:52 (six years ago) Permalink

ten months pass...

threw my ipod at an incredibly annoying colleague. woke up upset because my ipod was broken

we're up all night to eat biscuits (Autumn Almanac), Monday, 22 April 2013 22:35 (five years ago) Permalink

eleven months pass...

Bill Bailey appeared in my dream this morning as a Ruby programming guru, taking the piss out of an online article that criticised Ruby.

an office job is as secure as a Weetabix padlock (snoball), Saturday, 22 March 2014 09:06 (four years ago) Permalink

one month passes...

I was in a prog-rock LP shop. All prog-rock albums in the shop had very similar white covers; it seemed like the issuance of prog-rock albums had been more or less monopolized by a company with a severe house style. The shop was situated kind of at a ridge along a river; I had to walk boardwalks and a bridge to get there.

anatol_merklich, Friday, 9 May 2014 20:14 (four years ago) Permalink

severe house style


how's life, Friday, 9 May 2014 20:16 (four years ago) Permalink

four months pass...

I have been having the weirdest dreams for weeks now. The one that I can't get out of my head involved me trying to liberate the animals at sea world and inadvertently killing all of them and then being hunted by the police for doing so. :(

Benson and the Jets (ENBB), Monday, 15 September 2014 12:24 (four years ago) Permalink

I had another dream where I grew a tail and was scared to cut it off and then kept asking people to but they wouldn't because they were afraid too.

Benson and the Jets (ENBB), Monday, 15 September 2014 12:25 (four years ago) Permalink

Last night's dream was the story of an old housemate (lets call her Spiffy) who had somehow appeared in an art-house horror movie which involved her being naked a lot. The dream alternated between scenes from the movie (my subconscious was plagiarizing Under the Skin tbh) and me chatting to different housemates (none whom I currently live with) and wondering how Spiffy got into the acting business.

DISMISSED AS CHANCE (NotEnough), Monday, 15 September 2014 12:59 (four years ago) Permalink

In the dream my ex housemate looks like Signourney Weaver but I think that's just cos I watched ghostbusters 2 last evening.

DISMISSED AS CHANCE (NotEnough), Monday, 15 September 2014 13:00 (four years ago) Permalink

i've had a spate lately, and they're all stress dreams where i'm back at uni and pleading with directors to let me change courses and fretting over timetables etc...

monoprix à dimanche (dog latin), Monday, 15 September 2014 13:08 (four years ago) Permalink

boring dreams, really.

monoprix à dimanche (dog latin), Monday, 15 September 2014 13:08 (four years ago) Permalink

I'm expecting more crazy-ass dreams now I'm on a w33d break.

I haven't had a stress dream for a while, but that maybe related to above.

DISMISSED AS CHANCE (NotEnough), Monday, 15 September 2014 13:16 (four years ago) Permalink

it's alcohol that brings them on. i used to sleep like a log after a night out, now i wake up at 8 am in a sweaty panic unable to go back to sleep until i've walked around my house three times to check i've locked all the doors and switched the gas off.

monoprix à dimanche (dog latin), Monday, 15 September 2014 13:23 (four years ago) Permalink

My perspective was from above and detached as I watched a group of men approach the front end of a truck, chanting some words I don't recall. The truck's driver responded by singing the following words set to a catchy tune, similar to the theme songs of old sitcoms:

Those who sit at the higher end
among the ones who understand,
understand they must undo
most of what they do.

Then I woke up with this ditty stuck in my head.

Aimless, Monday, 15 September 2014 16:49 (four years ago) Permalink

I was walking down a street in the city. Somewhere behind me someone was talking to her cell phone. At some point I realized she was talking about a former high school teacher of mine. This teacher was forced to resign when I was in high school, and all the pupils were baffled by it, as he was well-liked. I started to listen to the conversation the woman behind me was having, and she said something like "yeah, we got rid of him", and I realized there had actually been some sort of a conspiracy to get rid of the teacher! I turned around to look at the woman, and to my horror I realized it was a friend of mine! I'd met her for the first time while I was at the university, and as far as I knew she'd never been to my high school, the one where the teacher was fired. I was in a state of shock, and this sort of ominous, long synthesizer drone started to play, like in a cheap horror movie. I greeted the friend and told her I'd overheard her conversation, and after that I asked where she knew my former teacher, as she'd gone to school in another city. She told me she had no idea who this teacher was, and claimed she had been talking about someone else, I must've just misheard the conversation. At this point I woke up to the sound of workers drilling in the apartment downstairs.

Tuomas, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 06:45 (four years ago) Permalink

five months pass...

I keep having this recurring dream that I'm buying doughnuts or other small cakes in a supermarket, and that various famous people - who in the dream are employees of the supermarket - keep coming up to me and giving me patronising advice. Last time it was Harry from One Direction bothering me while I was trying to buy some custard tarts. This time it was James Earl Jones telling me about the differences between muffins and crumpets, resulting in me losing my temper and shouting "YES I KNOW I'M ENGLISH!" before stomping out of the supermarket in a huff.

0xFE Shades of Grey (snoball), Monday, 2 March 2015 18:40 (three years ago) Permalink

These dreams always seem to end with either me storming out of the place empty handed in a massive strop, or alternatively leaving with a big cardboard box, gullibly thinking to myself "by jove this is a big box of *INSERT NAME OF TEA-TIME COMESTIBLE HERE*", only to get to the car park and find out the box is empty or full of wool or something else distinctly non-edible, and that the supermarket has now mysteriously closed and I can't go back in to get a refund.

0xFE Shades of Grey (snoball), Monday, 2 March 2015 18:44 (three years ago) Permalink

staring out the window, noticed lou reed in corpse paint and a flat top hairdo stumbling around all strung out. moments later he's IN MY APARTMENT and i yell at him to leave. he mills around outside and then suddenly appears in my apartment again, at which point i think i realize he is zombie lou reed (?) and shoot him in the chest

brimstead, Monday, 2 March 2015 20:49 (three years ago) Permalink

I dreamed that my immediate supervisor at work gave me a package containing several dead rats. The meaning of that is pretty obvious; the document he had recently given me to work on made a bundle of dead rodents look better.

Miss Anne Thrope (, Monday, 2 March 2015 20:57 (three years ago) Permalink

five months pass...

xxp last night I dreamt that I was watching Lou Reed closing out a late 80s chat show by singing a cover version of the Pet Shop Boys 'It's A Sin'. Except he kept getting interrupted, first by a singing drummer with an enormous kit, then by a woman with an electric guitar.

more side eye than a Picasso (snoball), Sunday, 9 August 2015 06:34 (three years ago) Permalink

Had a vivid dream last night wherein I was essentially the protagonist of Audition, specifically the torture-by-needle bits, only with "novel" little tweaks to make it even worse. My brain is awful sometimes. (Also, my *eventual* escape was timed perfectly for my alarm - I always find that eerie.)

the naive cockney chorus (Simon H.), Sunday, 9 August 2015 06:41 (three years ago) Permalink

I had a dream last night about a tv show where a young Marc Maron made cabinets with the help of a female friend who wore dungarees.

tayto fan (Michael B), Sunday, 9 August 2015 20:41 (three years ago) Permalink

I had a creepy-ass dream the other night

Me & 2 female friends went to Spain/Paris & met this 60ish older gentleman who I guess we all dated? idk. he looked like the handsome grandfather in Strictly Ballroom, a dark/grey haired bearded tall sexy older man. We dressed up in super swishy dresses & went out dancing with him & then back to his apartment. I remember sitting sort of coyly next to him in a dark living room waiting & waiting for him to kiss me but I was getting tired & eventually I fell asleep. Then he like pounced on top of me kissing me & I felt him stab a needle into my neck & I got REALLLY ANGRY and yelled at him like "dude I would have fucked you when i was awake wtf are u drugging me now that I'm asleep you gross old creep" & my friends & I ran away & the police were chasing us

and then Marc Maron saw us in a coffee shop & recognised my friend's red dress & gave us up to the police

i must have eaten cheese before bed or something, it was a v traumatic weird dream!

difficult-difficult lemon-difficult (VegemiteGrrl), Sunday, 9 August 2015 21:48 (three years ago) Permalink

Found myself with a nice, low-stress job---lots of stuff to do, but none of it was hard, and much better than periods of standing around, with too much time to think---in a sort of shopping mall for the working poor, part of a recovery--and I shared the national attitude of cautious optimism, another New Morning (After) In America. My nice boss, Ralph, is a veteran, still in the reserves, less apprehensive than "Let It Be."
Then, suits show up, talking with Ralph, and I pick up a brochure they dropped, and realize that this Renaissance Center is owned by the Western Renaissance Party---Ralph is a veteran of wars with what these guys refer as ZOG, the Zionist Occupational Government, and in the reserves of The Free American Army---aw shit, gotta go to the woods again, try to take some food---then I wake up. Shit!

dow, Monday, 10 August 2015 18:57 (three years ago) Permalink

two years pass...

I had a dream last night about a pest control supply company that capitalized on the ever-growing sense of aimless grievance infecting consumers and allowed them to take it out on their household pests via inhumane products such as the Mouse-Splitter and the Rat-Ruiner.

I also had a dream about a BMX pro who was receiving so much endorsement money that he was just giving it away because the burden was depressing him. I related this dream to my gf and my brother, who kept stopping me halfway through my retelling because they were sure this was going to wind up being a dream about scary demons, but I reassured them several times over that there were no scary demons in my BMX pro dream. But then it turned out I was just dreaming the part where I was relating my earlier dream.

Branes are weird.

Home of the Ill-Considered Gravy Spigot (Old Lunch), Tuesday, 14 November 2017 15:34 (one year ago) Permalink

"the ever-growing sense of aimless grievance"

I have taken ilx greater to task for this in the past tbf

eeshTrip (darraghmac), Tuesday, 14 November 2017 16:10 (one year ago) Permalink

i rag on A (bcz he is always wrong) but grievance is strong

mark s, Tuesday, 14 November 2017 16:14 (one year ago) Permalink

I wish to lodge a mansplaint

treeship: a year in the life (wins), Tuesday, 14 November 2017 16:15 (one year ago) Permalink

anyway i had a dream i cd not escape last night -- i woke twice and both times fell straight back into the same dream, the setting was entirely mundane (i was trying to meet a landlord to rent a room in an unremarkable house) but the sense of threat abt the place was really sinister and seemingly i couldn't escape (as you normally do) it by waking up

mark s, Tuesday, 14 November 2017 16:26 (one year ago) Permalink

one month passes...

1: I was price, of the icelandic fishermen-detective TV duo DERRIDA AND PRICE

set in wales i think (unless iceland has petrol stations surfaced with strewn slate) and my partner was jackie d his self

a designer shows me an ambitious soon-to-be opened breakthrough mountain-ride and says it's mentioned in an upcoming book, not entirely admiringly

the book is called at the sign of the hunched child: towards a marxist critique of radical physical games, puzzles and disorientation

mark s, Tuesday, 2 January 2018 16:00 (eleven months ago) Permalink

the other night i dreamed i was watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with Anthony Bourdain & Andrew Zimmerm and they both had their foreheads painted gold O_o

Squeaky Fromage (VegemiteGrrl), Tuesday, 2 January 2018 17:31 (eleven months ago) Permalink

two months pass...

i just dreamt that my boss walked up to me and said "There's been a religious announcement. Anyone who bakes their crisps will be executed."

Chuck_Tatum, Wednesday, 7 March 2018 02:05 (nine months ago) Permalink

three months pass...

this week:

I watched Johnny Cash give a performance while he was in an iron lung

I was friends with Jodie Foster and she enjoyed my impression of her in Nell

the ignatius rock of ignorance (Dr Morbius), Thursday, 14 June 2018 19:10 (five months ago) Permalink

Just before I woke, I dreamed a real swingy, Bobby Darin-esque number entitled 'Failure by Choice' (as in 'I'm a...'). I can still remember the tune, mostly.

Don't remember anything about yesterday's pre-waking dream except that it ended with someone exasperatedly exclaiming, 'But he ate a private citizen!'

Gladys McFlatus (Old Lunch), Wednesday, 20 June 2018 12:03 (five months ago) Permalink

reminds me of this song

weird woman in a bar (La Lechera), Wednesday, 20 June 2018 12:27 (five months ago) Permalink

this week:

I watched Johnny Cash give a performance while he was in an iron lung

I was friends with Jodie Foster and she enjoyed my impression of her in /Nell/

This does beg the question morbs as to what your irl view is of nell and her performance in it.

lefal junglist platton (wtev), Wednesday, 20 June 2018 22:08 (five months ago) Permalink

i wish i were friends with jodie foster

mookieproof, Wednesday, 20 June 2018 23:49 (five months ago) Permalink

two months pass...

I've been having really vivid dreams lately, for some reason. I usually can't even remember what I've dreamt by the time I get to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But there's been a few lately that I've been kind of surprised at. It's gotten to a point where I've started to write down everything I can remember as soon as possible.

Here's some transcriptions of some of the best ones (I'm trying to type these out exactly as I've written them down):

1) "Modern society where every person actually has a diagnosable mental illness but not all have access to psychiatric services. The main idea would be to narrate as someone who had the knowledge of each person's progression through their mental illness up until the point of narration. It would try to explain things such as fraudulent behavior, shoplifting, all petty and more serious crimes, etc., justifying the actions; as the narrator knows, essentially, everything. The narrator is the exact opposite of an 'unreliable narrator' — something, anything, that happens in a character's mind is immediately known. It may confuse the reader in the meantime."

2) "A guy that lives, unbeknownst to him, inside a computer simulation. The computer simulation exists in a dystopian '1984' / 'Big Brother' type dictatorship / fascist society. The main character inside the simulation is a man who lives in a past area of where the fascist government has now taken over. They simulate this specific place and time because they saw a lot of creative arts come to prominence in this area, during that specific time period. Knowing this, they farm the simulation for the man's musical compositions, creating the only legal, government approved music. The man share all of his music on the internet (via SoundCloud, bandcamp, etc.). By doing this, when, in the simulation, the man is 'uploading' one of his songs, he is actually converting the song into binary code inside the simulation; the music can then be extracted into the 'real' world. When the reader is inside the simulation, narration is first person, via the man. When the reader is in the 'real' dystopian world, narration is third person."

3) "The author tells their autobiography through their own made up altered dimension timelines they've created from people in which the current narration have all but been forgotten. Through these different timelines, the author speculates on all the minute details of what life would have been like if PERSON A would have become more prominent in the author's narrative. The question will arise early in the reader's mind whether or not their version is the origin of if tis narrative itself only exists in the mind of an author in another dimension / timeline."

Also, lots of otherwise nonexistent music by some of my favorite bands (Radiohead, the Cure, etc).

Totally different head. Totally. (Austin), Wednesday, 12 September 2018 15:52 (two months ago) Permalink

Yeesh, I mangled that last sentence in the third one. Should read:

The question will arise early in the reader's mind whether or not their version is the origin of this narrative or if it itself only exists in the mind of an author in another dimension / timeline.

Totally different head. Totally. (Austin), Wednesday, 12 September 2018 16:34 (two months ago) Permalink

one month passes...

I really wish I'd caught the title of that movie starring Sarah Silverman and Osama bin Laden.

a butt, at which the shaft of ridicule is daily glanced (Old Lunch), Thursday, 1 November 2018 11:44 (one month ago) Permalink

one month passes...

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers unenthusiastically gangbanging a woman in a field

Fedora Dostoyevsky (man alive), Monday, 3 December 2018 16:02 (one week ago) Permalink

I'm pretty sure you're just thinking of the video for 'Free Falling'.

all lite up and very romatic (Old Lunch), Monday, 3 December 2018 16:04 (one week ago) Permalink

omg gross.
why did i click on this

weird woman in a bar (La Lechera), Monday, 3 December 2018 17:28 (one week ago) Permalink

sry ;_;

believe me it was not a dream I enjoyed

Fedora Dostoyevsky (man alive), Monday, 3 December 2018 18:09 (one week ago) Permalink

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