Your (Non-ILX) Dreams

I'm in my car, approaching the crest of a steep hill on a long straightaway. I reach the top...and the road disappears. The rest of the earth disappears. I'm just free-falling in my car through space.

This was terrifying the first time I dreamed it, but I've had the same dream five or six times and I kinda roll with it now. I think to myself "well at least I don't have to keep an eye on the road," recline the driver's seat and relax for a nap. I figure I'll hit bottom someday.

last night I dreamed of these two kids doing an awesome dance to some epic banging dance song. it was like i dreamt in youtube.

I had two vaguely related dreams the other night, one of which included my first dream-flying moment in years.

In the first, I was at a rural commune dedicated to the teachings of this small, withered guru dude. He was fond of cruelly punishing his followers when they displeased him. I questioned his leadership, and he climbed onto my back like a monkey, pinning my arms at my sides. He mentally forced me to run at full tilt out across the fields. I acted as thought I didn't mind and was pleased to do his bidding whatever it might be, but inside I was terrified. I knew that he'd eventually make me do something injurious or fatal. He forced me to run through thorns, across jagged rocks and broken glass, but in the midst of it, I suddenly didn't care anymore. I shrugged him off and floated up into the sky, into this vast, mutating chamber full of spinning, shifting paisley-like architectural extrusions. I felt free and at peace, flying ever upwards through this space.

Later that night, I dreamed that my girlfriend and I had entered this immense, domed, blue and gold building that turned out to be a Taj Mahal-themed Indian restaurant, still under construction. When complete, it would have been big enough to hold a couple thousand diners. The owner was very friendly and let us try some of the food he intended to serve while workers bustled around us. It was good, but very strange.

contenderizer, i'm inclined to say, whatever you're doing in your waking life, keep doing. those sound like auspicious dreams.

speaking of indian food, i had a cool dream last wk where i was in india for a work-related convention or something, but i happened to wander off from my group. after doing so i realized that a. i didn't know where any of the people i came with were b. i had very little money and no credit card ... but at the same time i felt completely relaxed, and i was like "heck, no big deal, i could stay here forever". the dream itself was one of those ones that are almost or in fact more vivid than the rest of life. everywhere i walked around was like this fellini-esque carnival scene, but filtered through my idea of an indian sensibility, if that makes any sense. and the food was soooo good, and people were so friendly and helpful.

not sure what it all meant, except that maybe that's where i'd like to go when i expire.

Last night, I dreamt I was playing with a bunch of ponies. They were like big dogs – we rolled around on the floor and they chased tennis balls. Then they got a little rough, and each of them (there were two) took one of my shoulders in their jaws, and used it to toss me high, high in the air. It was pretty fun! I wanted to do it a second time, but they were pony-wrestling and couldn't stop for me.

http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0htvwiHhx1qz6f9yo1_r1_500.jpg

dreamed last night that i was watching a video by sparks. at first the brothers mael were on a rollercoaster. was kinda racy, with naked ladies (no clam). i was surprised. then they were dancing around in a school hallway and eventually turned into these blobby cartoon dogs. when i woke up, i still remembered the song, so i sang it into my telephone. it's pretty good!

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.

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.

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'.

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!

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.

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.

bill oddie joined inxs

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

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

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.

severe house style

Lol

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. :(

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.

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.

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

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...

boring dreams, really.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.)

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.

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!

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!

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.

"the ever-growing sense of aimless grievance"

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

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

I wish to lodge a mansplaint

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

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

2:
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

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

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."

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

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!'

reminds me of this song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_jBaN9fZig

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/

i wish i were friends with jodie foster