Your (Non-ILX) Dreams

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

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).

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.

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

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

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

omg gross.
why did i click on this

sry ;_;

believe me it was not a dream I enjoyed

Had a dream that I was part of a team of cops from the Wire and it was the last episode of season six. McNulty and Freamon were there, as well as a mysteriously resurrected Stringer Bell, now gone good. We were on the grounds of a community college campus in Baltimore on the last day of school, after the students had left. We had just finished wrapping up this season's big case or whatever. Suddenly, we could smell patchouli incense, which we followed to a common area. There, in the middle of a bulletin board, was a huge poster that read: "WHITESTOCK A Gathering of White Supremacist Tribes," ominously foreshadowing next season's adventure.

Would watch.

I was assigned to write a long-form magazine profile of one of the fastest-rising new British Youtube stars. Her name was Gummy and her thing was sticking gummi bears to her back and farting.

If that isn't actually a thing at the moment, just give it time.

I've been sick for most of a week. Here are some of the books I've dreamed into existence over the past several nights of fitful sleep (why books, I couldn't tell you, except that I'm a nerd):

-a dictionary designed and printed to precisely resemble a Yellow Pages (the illustrations are made to look like ads for muffler shops and what have you)
-a long-lost medieval tract about coughing (with descriptivegraphs resembling an isometric strategy rpg)
-a history of arson in America written by a huge Lemonheads fan who keeps making really unwieldy attempts to tie his favorite band into the story of this or that burned building (no one needs to be reminded that Dando sang about Taang Records when you're describing that Boston church fire, dude)

'The One Where Ross is Demoted to King of Only Those Birds Which Are Flightless': Rachel and Chandler are compelled to confess that Ross's sudden reduction of stature is a result of their indiscreet conversation before members of the Board of Regents; Monica asks Joey and Phoebe to sample dozens of different scone recipes for an upcoming date with a hunk who Monica doesn't realize has no taste buds

amazing tbf