― phil-two (phil-two), Friday, 4 March 2005 17:45 (nineteen years ago) link
― sunburned and snowblind (kenan), Monday, 14 March 2005 08:03 (nineteen years ago) link
― Remy (null) (x Jeremy), Monday, 14 March 2005 08:15 (nineteen years ago) link
― jody von oy (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 30 March 2005 11:29 (nineteen years ago) link
― hstencil (hstencil), Wednesday, 6 April 2005 16:11 (nineteen years ago) link
i just fell asleep and in my dream i was walking down the street (home for the weekend while spending the summer in russia) and i saw a girl that was in a dream of mine about a year ago: in that one we were at a movie and she came up and asked to sit next to me because the guy she was there with was acting creepy. this time i introduced myself to her and she remembered me. that's about it... but it was really odd.
― cindy margolis holocaust (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 11 May 2005 01:47 (eighteen years ago) link
(Ted Danson was in there somewhere too)
― Ste (Fuzzy), Thursday, 5 January 2006 10:31 (eighteen years ago) link
I'm not too bothered with the family because Paul (him indoors) and I have just relaunched our band, and it's like when we first started out, so we're about 21. We have Nick Rhodes on keyboards, someone unknown on drums, and they've come to stay, to rehearse and stuff. They're about 21 as well, NR has a dodgy headband on.
We're setting up the kit when one of my cousins comes in and says 'come and see your Christmas present', and she opens the door and seven goats come into the room.
The door to the balcony is open and the goats all run and jump over the rail onto the pitched roof of the first floor (it's one of those rambling old houses). At first I'm really worried but then I remember that goats live on vertical cliff faces and they'll probably be OK on a roof. When I turn back to the room, it's empty, and the rest of the house is empty too.
(Everyone disappearing is a frequent theme in my dreams)
― Zora (Zora), Thursday, 5 January 2006 11:11 (eighteen years ago) link
― leigh (leigh), Thursday, 5 January 2006 11:16 (eighteen years ago) link
― Zora (Zora), Thursday, 5 January 2006 12:46 (eighteen years ago) link
― leigh (leigh), Thursday, 5 January 2006 13:06 (eighteen years ago) link
And I don't even HAVE sex dreams! Ever!
― Roxymuzak, Mrs. Carbohydrate (roxymuzak), Thursday, 5 January 2006 16:54 (eighteen years ago) link
― Mestema (davidcorp), Thursday, 5 January 2006 17:06 (eighteen years ago) link
me too. none of my subsequent dreams has been that good.
― miss michael learned (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 5 January 2006 17:24 (eighteen years ago) link
nice
ive had strep throat and a nasty ear infection for a couple of weeks now and every dream i've had since being sick has been centered around pineapples. whole, sliced and crushed.
― sunny successor (katharine), Friday, 6 January 2006 20:50 (eighteen years ago) link
― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Wednesday, 11 January 2006 16:51 (eighteen years ago) link
Then I vomit again and wake up.
― Chuck_Tatum (Chuck_Tatum), Friday, 9 February 2007 15:32 (seventeen years ago) link
Goodness.
― marianna lcl (marianna lcl), Friday, 9 February 2007 15:42 (seventeen years ago) link
― === temporary username === (Mark C), Friday, 9 February 2007 16:07 (seventeen years ago) link
Two friends and I were supposed to do a "reading" of Marshall McLuhan's "The Medium is the Massage" (a mostly graphical work with little text) in a Philadelphia basement as part of an indie rock show. I was late because I couldn't find my copy of the book and had to go to a bookstore, where the clerk didn't know what I was talking about.
― Hurting 2, Thursday, 28 June 2007 12:00 (sixteen years ago) link
I had a dream the other night where I had woken up and was talking to someone about the dream I had just had. That was a bit wtf.
― aldo, Thursday, 28 June 2007 12:21 (sixteen years ago) link
It's like that Fruit Loops commercial.
― Hurting 2, Thursday, 28 June 2007 12:47 (sixteen years ago) link
Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and I are of course going to a titty bar. When we get there David Duchovny gives me a condescending "no idea who you are" greeting. I attemt to 'zing' him back being all like "but you may know my friends!" and kind of step back to reveal Jon and Stephen, but somehow he had already saw them come in and talked to them so I just feel awkward and pathetic :(
― bnw, Thursday, 28 June 2007 14:25 (sixteen years ago) link
Anxiety dreams about work AGAIN :(
― Sarah, Thursday, 28 June 2007 15:15 (sixteen years ago) link
I had a dream that Radovan Karadzic had escaped from custody. Some CID guys turned up on my door thinking I was him in a new disguise. I couldn't convince them otherwise, and they kept trying to trick me into speaking Serbian, Great Escape stylee. The dream ended with me about to be carted off to The Hague.
― chap, Tuesday, 23 September 2008 19:21 (fifteen years ago) link
I'm posted up in a driveway in a white van that is, I think, meant to be my band's van (which I never drive, and which is green). Late-70s-era Chevy Chase is standing at the van's window wearing a plaid, polyester suit jacket of blue, white, red and brown. I can still picture the print very clearly. He says "I think you and I have some blood in common" and smiles. I am just getting ready to agree and say "I have always thought you looked like my Dad," but he points to his left using his right arm (arm across stomach, leaning to the right, jaunty stance, a hyuk hyuk joke) and a young, dark-haired guy with a short beard pops up into view. They both laugh. "Wait, Ari?!" I say and laugh confusedly. "Ari" indicates the dark-haired guy, and he is not a person that I know in real life, but in the dream I know that he is a friend and associate of Dan, our manager. I look out of the passenger side window and Dan is standing there in a black suit and light blue satin tie. He bows with his palms pressed together at his chest, an amused look on his face. All of this takes place in my childhood driveway on what seems like a Fall afternoon.
― rox qua rox (roxymuzak), Monday, 29 December 2008 03:33 (fifteen years ago) link
I had a dream that I had to kick a girl out of shelter and she bit my hand.
― roxymuzak, Sunday, 18 January 2009 22:05 (fifteen years ago) link
I am in a comic book store browsing. I pick up a trade paperback of The Walking Dead. The art is colorful and dark, like pop noir. Not at all what I was expecting. I pick up one of the Buffy Season 8 tpbs only to turn around and see Nicholas Brendon and Alyson Hannigan, famous character actors and stars of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, casually browsing the store. Brendon says something like "gosh I just love signing things for people it's just been so long since anyone has asked" and the woman behind the counter snaps at him "hey you're lucky we're even having you here you washout."
It becomes apparent that the store has arranged & paid for the two stars to mill and sign autographs. I look around. No one recognizes them. Suddenly, in the broken way of dreams, Brendon is standing next to me with WhiteOut, whiting out a portion of the blank first page in the book. He's moving the WhiteOut methodically and slowly, but manically, like he can't stop. He's not looking at his hands, he's looking straight at me. The page bursts into flame from the friction. He laughs crazily and throws the fiery book at my face.
I wake up.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 18 January 2009 22:55 (fifteen years ago) link
there was to be an NYC-area (free?) concert w/ Poison, Warrant, Slaughter, perhaps Cinderella, and perhaps another like band or two, and there was an additional contextual element that I can't recall but was to make the concert super-special. because the concert was scheduled for 8/1 (?), I was going to have to change some vacation plans.
― double bird strike (gabbneb), Monday, 9 February 2009 11:08 (fifteen years ago) link
The boat is cruising across a valley of sand flats with regular pools of water. The driver/narrator is telling us to watch how the sharks appear from the water just behind the boat. Although at first, I can only sense the sharks' presence, eventually a few mouths appear, until eventually there is a horizontal line of sharks trailing behind us. The sharks become closer, moving up beside me, except I'm now lying on a surfboard being towed behind the boat. Camera crews are observing from the sides of the valley. The sharks clenching teeth draw in closer and closer. At this point I lose control of the surfboard and I'm being dragged underneath the water. Im unable to surface for air, and I can see the panic of the people observing from the sides. They being running in slow motion. The whole dream shifts down into a tortuously lumberous speed, as it becomes clear that if I rise from the water - it's safe underater, strangely) - I'll be torn apart by the sharks. I become desperate for air, the pressure builds, and suddenly I'm hearing a guitar playing the same four notes over and over.
Wake up gasping.
― laszlo will see you now (gnarly sceptre), Monday, 9 February 2009 17:50 (fifteen years ago) link
Was there any actual music playing when you woke up?
― lol (roxymuzak), Tuesday, 10 February 2009 05:36 (fifteen years ago) link
from a pal:
Now, I haven't played chess in years, but I was inCentral Park in chess competition. A large chessboard painted on thelawn in fluorescent yellow and teal was used. Instead of normalpieces, each competitor had to build life-sized pieces that moved viaremote control out of parts found in salvage shops.
The event was hosted by The RZA (last night I read a little of hiswriting). Upon seizure of a piece, an audio sample was played over thePA: "killa bees, we on a swarm.".
I don't remember what else happened. I was playing poorly for sure.
― lol (roxymuzak), Sunday, 22 February 2009 22:57 (fifteen years ago) link
back at hs(?). after some unrecalled dithering ended up in a (not the) gym, shooting not necessarily basketballs but some kind of half-violin-shaped sections of large butternut squash or gourd or something. or maybe they were shoes. i dunno. i was wearing a scarf - it's cold out - and at one point i realized my hair was kinda messed up from my winter hat, so i put it back on - at least it doesn't get in the way of shooting like a baseball cap. anyway, i was doing pretty well, getting some good peanut comments, and felt confident enough to try one of those 75-footers from out of bounds that've been in the news. my toss went pear-shaped about half-way through and the "ball" - now an old shirt or something? - barely got to half court; there were some laughs. the captain of the women's team from my class had the same idea and didn't get even that far. i think there may have been an earlier segment where one of the popular girls, who got out early, was explaining why she ended up less of an overbronzed plastic surgery victim than some of the others, but that might have been another night.
anyway, i'm calling the dream No Country For Old Women's Basketball Team Captains
― double bird strike (gabbneb), Tuesday, 24 February 2009 16:08 (fifteen years ago) link
A shark chase in space. Then underwater, the same. Then the scenario briefly became a video game, involving gorillas in a Civilations-type setup, trying to survive underwater. I can hear my friend Will talking. Then it stopped being a video game, and I held my breath and went up through layers of ocean. Some brief panic about ever reaching the top. When I got there, there was shale forming a wall of stairs around the marsh. I heard an angry voice commanding me to go up the stairs. I looked up and saw some black stage curtains rustling in a forested area and a glimmer of a tuxedoed person hiding behind them. I become terrified. I hear many voices telling me to do many things, one of which is a woman saying "don't be afraid." I feel my eyes rolling back into my head and say to myself "I'm going back." I will myself to sink back down into the water and then I wake up, my heart pounding.
i dont wanna do drugs anymore lol
― the styles are a lie (roxymuzak), Friday, 27 February 2009 21:24 (fifteen years ago) link
mostly odd just because I never remember dreams, but i had a serious migraine that somehow preserved it.
i was in an old high school class at a singing competition being run by a dwarf in a tux and some guy got up and read some poetry.And the dwarf said "This is a music competition, not a poetry competition" (shades of sunday best), so the guy crumpled up the paper he was reading off of and stuffed it in the dwarf's mouth.I said, okay that's about enough and the guy charged at me with crumpled up paper and the clear intention of stuffing it in my mouth so I cocked back a fist and told him if he tried it I'd hit him, which made him pause. Then he pulled out two fountain pens and started flicking ink at me from them and everyone else in the classroom followed suit. I charged him and realized two things at the same time: 1) the guy was real light and I could lift him over my head like papier mache and 2) it was william h macy.Having lifted macy over my head, I started beating him against the wall and I heard somebody complaining about the inkstains that hitting him against the wall were creating and I replied "These are quality inkstains, they can only raise the value of this wall. They're not Meryl Streep inkstains or Al Pacino inkstains, but for christ's sake, this is William H Macy!"
Then I woke up.
― WOOKIE JOHNSON (forksclovetofu), Wednesday, 11 March 2009 17:26 (fifteen years ago) link
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― dont blaze me dro (roxymuzak), Sunday, 19 July 2009 09:57 (fourteen years ago) link
I had a dream this morning that my bf revealed that he was in a thrash band called DBF. It was a 3 piece with two other guys I didn't know. He showed me their LP and it looked just like some generic 80s thrash record -- so cool! On the back was a picture of the three of them and they were dressed like squares on purpose, Cosby sweaters etc, and making insane faces in a kind of Olan Mills style family portrait. I was in bliss, and then he told me that DBF stood for "don't be a faggot," and while I did lol, I was kind of mad about it.
― dont blaze me dro (roxymuzak), Monday, 20 July 2009 02:32 (fourteen years ago) link
I was looking forward to meeting my dad's old high school friend who was coming to our house for a visit, and who just happened to be Donald (Buck Dharma) Roeser from Blue Öyster Cult. He shows up (looking absolutely nothing like the real-life Dharma) and tells me about a brand-new Cult song called "Murder" and shows me the lyrics sheet. It's a photo of deep space, stars and galaxies and a couple of cartoonish rocket ships, and printed overtop is the complete lyric, which consists of absolutely nothing but "Murder. Murder. Murder" over and over, always capitalized and punctuated with a period. "Wow, must've taken you a long time to write that" I snark. He replies "Oh, I only wrote the music. The lyrics were written by Ray Milland."
― Myonga Vön Bontee, Monday, 20 July 2009 04:52 (fourteen years ago) link
had really freaky dream last night
i was looking through photographs of iranian students, mostly young women, who had been tortured and disfigured. the disfigurements were kind of cartoonish and fake looking tho. there were photos of a gate that was the entrance to the prison where this stuff happened.
then, i was watching some kind of 60 minutes segment equating what's happening in iran to the nazis. the images of the disfigured students were intercut with ridiculous b&w footage of nazi scientists operating on people (images courtesy Bioshock, i now realize). i thought the equivalence was kind of stupid.
then the segment changed focus and brought in a third element, a 'classic' mid-century american stageplay/movie about abusive parents. i understand the play was called 'silent spring' even tho i know that's not a play nor about abuse. there was supposed to be some kind of grand point linking these three things but i thought it didn't make much sense.
then i was IN a home that had some kind of abusive situation (was i the journalist?), only instead of the parents being horrible, it was the kid. we were sitting in the kitchen, and there was a mother and a young daughter, about 8, and the kid was extremely crabby and mean. i thought i'd put the kid to bed, so i picked her up and carried her into her room, all the while she's screaming very precocious, funny insults at me, "you'll never hear the last of this!" and "i'll sue you into the ground!" etc.
when i laid her down on her bed, her face had become pinched and tiny, like a burn victim or a shrunken head. i went back into the kitchen and sat down again with the mother, who didn't say anything. within seconds the little girl came back, but she had changed again, and was bigger. i understood her to have shaved her own head in protest of being put to bed, but she looked more like a very small bald man, or a boy made to look like an older man. 'she' screamed something unintelligible and then lunged at me, trying to stab me in the neck with a fountain pen. at that point i woke up.
― goole, Wednesday, 11 November 2009 17:27 (fourteen years ago) link
My mother died 9 years ago and for a while I kept dreaming her.
In one of the most vivid dreams I ever had, she was back with us for an evening dinner. The entire family was there (you know, in the classic Italian style): we knew she was dead, but it was like she had a sort of holiday or permission to pay us a visit. The dinner was great, there was this great atmosphere of almost Christmas-y happiness until I found the courage to ask her how it was staying "there" - meaning how it was to be dead, I think.
It was like the lights dimmed suddenly: only my mother was still completely visible, like she was under a search light. She sighed, looking very sad, and said it was a very cold place.
I woke up almost crying.
― Marco Damiani, Wednesday, 11 November 2009 17:43 (fourteen years ago) link
Dreamt I had to write an essay about what was in my dream an iconic piece of mid-20th-century sculpture: a tractor or some other kind of farm equipment with the shell of a VW Beetle perpendicularly laid on top of it.
― Nuyorican oatmeal (jaymc), Wednesday, 11 November 2009 17:50 (fourteen years ago) link
Dreamt I had a pet white owl who just sat on my lap and hooted softly. He was awesome.
― ☆ ★彡☆ ★彡☆ ★彡 (ENBB), Monday, 7 December 2009 03:37 (fourteen years ago) link
hoos
― mookieproof, Monday, 7 December 2009 04:35 (fourteen years ago) link
awwwwww
― drinking coke in the kitchen with a kid that doesnt know his n (sunny successor), Monday, 21 December 2009 21:09 (fourteen years ago) link
dreamt that my gf was in front of me and topless. then her left nipple opened up and inside was a tiny version of my gf, also topless. then i started tripping out and my vision zoomed into the tiny gf until her left nipple was big enough to see it open up to reveal another tiny topless gf...repeat times infinity....wake up
― sweaty palms, Tuesday, 13 April 2010 22:11 (fourteen years ago) link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0pM5dm--yQ
― billion holla baby (roxymuzak), Friday, 16 April 2010 06:17 (fourteen years ago) link
two-parter: hotttt sex dream involving ex, followed by ex pushing me off a roof.
― a cross between lily allen and fetal alcohol syndrome (milo z), Friday, 16 April 2010 06:24 (fourteen years ago) link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0pM5dm--yQ&feature=player_embedded
― billion holla baby (roxymuzak), Friday, 16 April 2010 06:31 (fourteen years ago) link
my friend from high school died in a scuba diving accident in a pool, and my mom took me out of class (in college) to tell me, and i was like "mom i know, he was wearing his jeans" (this kid wore this one pair of distinctive jeans in high school)
― J0rdan S., Friday, 16 April 2010 07:03 (fourteen years ago) link
I was on my way to Williamsburg to "take care of some music stuff" at a guitar shop, but I was wearing a jacket and tie, and on the way I decided to eat lunch in the Brooks Brothers Restaurant. I sat down at a table with some very preppy looking kids in jackets and ties, who didn't say anything to me but looked at me funny. Waiters kept coming over to our table, looking over at me and then walking away. The menu was really expensive and I felt awkward. Finally a waiter asked where we were from, and everyone else at the table was from some prep school, and I had to explain that I didn't actually know them, I was just "on my way to Williamsburg to take care of some music stuff." Everyone looked sort of nervous and awkward and a couple tried to politely ask me questions about it. I finally looked for an opportunity when waiters weren't watching and just got up and left. I then had to walk many floors of a parking garage to get to Williamsburg, for some reason.
― Ground Zero Mostel (Hurting 2), Wednesday, 22 September 2010 12:29 (thirteen years ago) link