Submitted by Uncle Arthur on Mon, 08/28/2006 - 11:58am.
I’ve been having the weird dreams. Sunday morning I was in a bank with an old friend from high school and a bunch of others from that era. He goes to work on the safe, spraying some sort of liquid nitrogen that froze the lock, and then hammered a pick into the lock. No one in the bank seemed to notice, but then the alarm went off as soon as he busted the thing open.
As I’m watching this, I think, what the hell is he doing? I had no idea that he was going to try to knock off a bank. So I just wander off, pretending that I had gone into the bank by mistake, and in the chaos wandered into a store and pretended to look at shirts.
Flash to later, I walk into a place that looked a lot like the Corner Bar, and there’s the bank robber. He’s talking loudly to a group of people about how his “gang of seven” almost got away with this crime. He sees me and says, “And there’s our luchadore!”
First I’m pissed, because he’s being an idiot bragging in public, and then he’s going to get me arrested as an accomplice. But then I think, what the hell is a luchadore?
That question literally woke me up, and I stumbled out into the kitchen to ask J. if it sounded like a real word. She didn’t think so.
And now, I google the word, and this comes up — is my brain just belching out stuff or what?
"Luchadore"? "Gang of Seven"? Sounds like someone fell asleep in front of some WWE.
Saturday night, Dusty and I were having some fun commenting on the ZZ Top influence Meat Puppets started showing on "Monster" and "Out My Way" (discussion prompted by my mentioning a "Huevos" cut I heard on WIDR heading to work Friday morning), culminating in the Meat Puppets old school fans love to hate, the "Too High to Die" model. Dunno if those discussions crept into your dream state somehow, Dingey?
Oh, and some time ago, Monsma wondered if anyone had heard the Curt Kirkwood solo LP? I just picked it up - it's a really pretty album, not all acoustic but quite close to it, really stripped down with emphasis on nimble guitar picking and quiet, melodic vocals. Great for a mellow mood. Or dream states!
Last night I dreamed I was snorkeling, only I didn't have a snorkel, I had a facemask that was big enough to hold about 3 deep breaths full of air. I was swimming in a large, very clean pond that was well lit and lined with red clay. I swam to the bottom to find a small stash of jewelry, just enough to fill my pockets. One necklace was stuck under one of those floor-standing ash trays, but I got it. I was able to speak while under water, and told a couple people that if I looked like I was falling asleep, they should get me to the surface right away cause I was probably passing out from re-breathing my own exhale.
I dreamed recently that we were all getting together at new Harvey's on a typical Friday night. Nate was fresh back from Colorado and had somehow brought himself back. What I mean is that he had come home with several ages of himself—something like 9-year old Nate, 12-year-old Nate, and 16-ish year old Nate. There was a lot of milling about and excitement due to a rumoured foozball table in some back room really distracting people, so I was never sure if these three were the only Nathans that were there. I was astounded and confused that somebody could walk around with physical manifestations of their own various ages (I remember wondering if he'd had to purchase extra plane tickets, or if they could appear and disappear at will, or what), and I was really frustrated because Present-time Nate seemed to be implying through various comment that I had to pick just one past Nathan to talk to during their visit. That's all I remember.
There was a separate dream about hanging out with Bob Dylan and talking about how much we like lakes and rivers and how good it is to be near water. He was really nice. Good ol' bob.
Last night I dreamed that I was at some sort of “funny pet” or “unusual pet” event. I only got to see one funny/unusual pet, but it was TOTALLYWORTHIT! There was this pug wearing a really form-fitting grey hoodie with the hood up. I asked if the funny part was that the dog was willing to wear a coat and the owner told me no, that I should push the hood back. So I pushed back the hood and this pug had a really tight reddish/brown afro growing out of the top of it’s pug head. I could not stop laughing, it made me so happy. I didn’t even get to find out whether all pugs are able to do this and most people inexplicably shave their pugs, or if this was some weird new breed of poodle/pug, or if it was just an inexplicable genetic anomaly because i woke up.
Submitted by wizzybit on Mon, 10/02/2006 - 9:29pm.
I can't remember who was it in it, or why, but I did dream of a fruit salad with braided bananas. It was very clever and beautiful. I believe we were using it to decorate the edge of a stage.
Submitted by Uncle Arthur on Tue, 10/03/2006 - 12:38pm.
I had a dream that the Lep crowd went to a new restaurant. Seemed like an upscale Applebees.
Anyway, I took a box of cigars, just in case. Everybody ate, then most went in the back to play videogames (ye olde 1980s type) and foosball. J was there. She had a drink, just one, and got WASTED! I mean, she was falling over, laughing, attracting concerned looks. The manager came to us to say that inspectors from the liquor license review board were in the restaurant, and could we please leave, we were jeopardizing their business.
Did someone put a roofie in your drink? I asked J. She’s just slumping over, giggling. I had to just about carry her to the car. I’ll drive, I said.
So I take her home, then remember, I left my box of cigars there! I drove back to the restaurant. The cigars weren’t there. I go back to the car, realize that I had been holding a cigar the whole time. It was all squishy and bent from being stuck between my fingers for all that time. I started smoking it anyway.
Then these people, smiling horrible fake smiles, came to the car window. “Do you attend to the classical concerts?!?” they asked. Uh, not really, I answer. Then it got nightmarish, because they somehow got in the car, and trapped me so I couldn’t get out. They were smiling and all dressed up (maybe a reflection of my fear of classical concert patrons). I woke up in a panic.
Sorry, I just had to insert a pointlessly obtuse Simpsons reference.
You have a good reason to fear classical music patrons (and this is coming form someone who really, genuinely likes classical music). I mean, seriously! have you ever had to talk to Ph*llis R*ppap*rt?!
Submitted by Uncle Arthur on Tue, 10/03/2006 - 2:28pm.
Here I am being honest about my dream imagery and you all are making fun of me. The restaurant had white cloth tablecloths and videogames in the back, and a bar area = upscale Applebees. I seem to remember pointless shit on the walls. But they get all snooty when a customer gets a little sloppy drunk??!?
And cigars… I like cigars. Some cigars are really rolled hard and tight, others are more squishy, like they’ve been in a really humid humidor. It don’t matter to me, it’s the quality of the smoke that counts. But I like a little bit of give when I bite down on the tip of a hot, smoking, cigar.
"humid humidor". Nice euphemism. "Please remove your humid humidor down from that lemon tree!"—some dirty bluesman.
We wuz only funnin'. i liked ze dream. Please tell J NOFIREWATER!. It would be just like her to get everyone kicked out of a fresh new upscale Applebee's. Sheesh. Drunkass.
Submitted by wizzybit on Wed, 10/04/2006 - 9:21am.
Did you read the other thread? Cinammon Girl reports that your thread starting dream (about the Meat Puppets) is coming true in America's high schools every day! Waaaaah! Freaky.
I'm going to put some braided bananas on my cereal, then.
While most nights out end with another episode of "Jewlz gone mild," I can get a little lippy after kickin' back some spirits. But, people, please — let's not resort to petty name calling. Drunkass? I'd very much prefer you stick to my proper drunked-up name of "Tipsy Toodles VonDrinksalot."
Last night I dreamed about going to the Food Co-op. There was some blond kid of deliberately unclear gender signing it's name to some sign up sheet and the words he/she wrote down as a name were "LICKLUM." That's a strange name for a blond kid of indeterminate gender! just what are you trying to pull?! Anyway, the Co-op had a new feature, which was some sort of device that simultaneously ground raw sugar and vanilla bean together and dispensed them, blended, into a bag. Theoretically, at least. When I tried it, it behaved more like a sugar cannon and blew all over the place. I was really emberassed and tried to just slip out before anyone noticed, but since the place is small, and since the sugar cannon actually went "BOOM" when it sprayed sugar all over, anonymity and escape were not possible. Everything SMELLED great, however. Then i woke up.
Submitted by wizzybit on Thu, 10/12/2006 - 8:53pm.
I have had a dream recently, but it was pretty disturbingly obvious one.
I dreamed my boss asked me to dig up this grave. The casket had a hole in the end. Apparently the deceased had escaped. I was pretty sure it was one of the transcriptionists who was right behind me. But I was afraid to tell my boss, because she'd probably want me to kill her or something. Then, she wanted me to re-bury the casket because it was so annoying that there was no one in it.
The end. Yes, I love my job. I'll be done with school in about 1 year.
Had another pond related dream last night. This time I was catching alligators. They were all over the place, and not very active, so I started throwing old clothes and blankets on them, wrapping them up tightly and threw 7 of them into my trunk. I took them home and let them loose in my house, which was fine at first, but the next morning they were starting to bite people, so I had to get them out of there. 2 of them had turned into small sea creatures, crab-seahorse looking things, and I decided it would be easier to stomp those ones to death and flush them down the toilet. As I was wrapping the alligators up again, they started scratching and pinching me, and 2 got away. I chased one into a neighbor's A-frame house, and caught him on the second floor. The people there were not at all surprised to see me and the alligator in their home, but thanked me for getting it out of there. The other one got loose in a corn field, and I was worried for the farm hands. Then I wokeded up.
I had a dream the other night that somehow involved me accidentally backing an airplane off of somebody's porch roof. That's about all I recal.. It was a classic Daffy Duck-esque, "What if I push the RED button?" moment.
i dreamed we somehow came into possession of some sort of giant flat-screen crystal-clear reception television (like, in a contest or something?). That thing made me nervous and I didn't like having it in the house. I was also just emberassed by it when people came over, but there was just…..something else……about it that seemed eerie and wrong. Luckily I woke up before it could suck me into Poltergeist world or whatever. I think i saw the picture drip out the front at one point.
Last night I dreamed a dream that sort of took place now and sort of in the past. I was watching video of the making of a video by the Sinatras, and I didn't even know they'd ever MADE a video! It was apparently shot in the late 80's. Sometimes I was watching the video and sometimes I seemed to be right there while they were making it. Anyway, I was really confused. The guitarist had the BEST outfit on, he didn't look dated at all. My husband, however, were walking around in this godawful prince's revolution meets some sort of minstrel-show zoot suit outfit, involving a wasp-waist, tailed, PADDEDSHOULDER lime green coat. i could not, for the life of me, figure out how anyone, anywhere, could EVER have gotten him to wear such a thing. I remember very tentatively poking his shoulder, realizing even in the dream that I was somehow in the time before we were officially an "item" and that I shouldn't scare him off by being so forward as to poke his shoulder and make fun of his clothes. I think Bassman Boxa was supposed to look like Sluggo?! I woke up before i could start giving anyone any serious crap about their hilarious hilarious outfits.
Meanwhile, my husband dreamed last night that all of his dreams were archived on a computer. if he was awakened in the middle of a dream and wanted to go back and see how it ended, all he had to do was find the proper file in the computer.
I dreamed I was at some big multi-cineplex. For no good reason, they had lots of kitties there. Oh the kitties. They lived in the lobby and greeted people as they left the movie. Maybe they were therapy cats for people who'd just seen something sad. They were all grey and white. That's all I have to report.
Last night I dreamed I was hanging out with Tracey Gold the girl from Growing Pains. It seems in the dream she was from Kalamazoo and was returning for a visit. Next part I remember we were going to WMU to meet up with Maltese, it seems that he was from here as well and they were good friends. Next part I remember was that she was asking me about everybody and was particularly interested in what Sean B**ney and Justin M**ler were up to. Weird
Oh, so many dreams lately. Very vivid and pointless.
Last night in the middle of some other dream, Tree showed up with his brand new dog, which was a gigantic critter that appeared to be a cross between an Irish Wolfhound and a Great Dane. It had a bewhiskered, giant, boxy head, and I was absolutely in love with it. I remember exclaiming to Tree: "You got a proportionate dog!"
The other night I dreamed that someone identifying themselves only as “HUTCH” got onto our little website and posted one word: “accents.” I was intrigued and annoyed at the same time, and was somehow convinced that this stranger had ascertained the depths of our Mehchegan Yaccents simply by reading our posts and i was self-conscious.
What has become of my rich and varied dreamlife?! last night I dreamed about being at the grocery store, grumpily trying to select a few good bunches of Swiss chard with my work supervisor. God help us all. In the past, grocery store dreams have involved: 1) Buying a block of cheese that was very poorly and loosely wrapped in off-brand plastic wrap, which somehow signified the downfall of civilization, and 2) reaching into my pocket to pay for a purchase and pulling out handfulls of totally bizrre “coins” of weird sizes, shapes, and thicknesses bearing the inscription of several completely unfamiliar languages. The cashier was completely unphased by these monetary units and knew how to make change from the handful of crap I’d given her and I remember thinking “WAIT!…..What the hell HAPPENED while i wasn’t paying attention?! How did I NOT know that our monetary units of measure had changed?!”
Submitted by wizzybit on Sun, 11/05/2006 - 1:49pm.
All of my dreams have been painfully literal lately. For example, dreamed that my front tooth was cracked and would require weeks of weird self care, including swabbing the hole with a pointy thing of gauze. Instructions came with a brochure with a drawing of a smiling toothless child on the front. I pointed out that I was an adult, and that I would look goofy toothless, not cute. Dental office staff shrugged.
This is only literal because I know in REALLIFE, I have a cracked tooth, but I can't remember where she said it was. Every twinge of cold or heat sensitivity, every gritty mouth sensation, every bleachy chiclet movie star makes me think, "uh oh."
Thank you. Exactly. last night i dreamed I was at a foreign restaurant (perhaps kazhakstanian due to borat viewing?) and I was really unnerved to see roasted fox listed under the “specialties” section. That makes as much sense as eating a damned chicken wing.
Last night I had this odd dream that Dusty was selling a bunch of box sets he had over the years. I remember trading him my R&B box for something and I seemed to recall Dusty had the Hi Records box for sale. Second part of the dream me, him and Dingey were out driving in the southern part of the state near the Indiana border and had gotten lost. We came to this building and asked for directions, some guy told us to get to Red Arrow Highway and we would find our way back to Kalamazoo. At that same time these guys sent their daughters to belly dance in front of me and Dusty and we were both baffled by this. Next thing me, Dingey and Dusty were back headed toward Kalamazoo
I was only funnin'. There IS some legendary record shack down around there, but I've never been since I've been informed that the atmosphere is kinda kidnap-murdery (at least for womens). Paddle knows all about it—make him draw you a map!
There ARE, however, belly-dancing restaurants in Chicago! I've seen them on "CHECKPLEASE!"
I've been to a belly dancing restaurant in minneapolis. I was slightly unimpressed. It seemed to try way to hard to be super neat and cool. Maybe I'm just too harsh.
Last night (or this morning, pre-cockcrow) I dreamt that I was at Up & Under, which had been converted into a low-budget retirement home and had the name changed to “There You Go!”
Yes, with the exclamation mark. It even had a sign out front similar to the current backlit plastic atrocity.
I was kind of wandering around in the lobby, which doubled as a dayroom for the residents. They were mostly men, about 50/50 black and white. Seated in couches and chairs around a big coffee table were about 6 fellers playing various instruments. Acoustic guitar, small electric keyboard, an bass plugged into an amp, and some other oddments.
As I approached, they were in that space where everyone’s trying to think up a song to play, or waiting for someone else to start a song. A white guy in the chair was playing acoustic guitar. He pulled some handwritten sheet music out from under the cushion and started playing it and singing. The tempo was slower and the melody of the lyrics was a little different, but it was a song Nate wrote, here in the real world.
QUOTE: 'Last night (or this morning, pre-cockcrow) I dreamt that I was at Up & Under, which had been converted into a low-budget retirement home and had the name changed to "There You Go!" '
'Nuff said. Even in your dreams, you should be stand up.
Submitted by wizzybit on Sun, 11/26/2006 - 3:06pm.
Nathan, Angie and Jum Jum were at our house. Angie was wearing the LKO outfit. For some reason, we all had to get in their car and go back to their house. Also, there was a library truck and cart parked the wrong way in front of my house, presumably because they were spying on us. They finally pulled away, so we could leave.
At home of Nate-n-Angie, I tried on Angie's skirt. It wouldn't stay on me.
Then, we went downtown (I had to work at the suddenly Victorian hospital). I explained in great detail which building I worked in. After parking my car, we got all confused about how I would find it again after they used it all day and I got out of work. A co-worker bought me postage stamps, because I was too "glamorous" to do it myself.
Submitted by Mr. Jass on Mon, 11/27/2006 - 8:48am.
Post Aoke sleep, here it was…
I was visiting friends (they moved to Jersey in March–axed by Pfizer). They lived in a big ass house that seemed like it was on a ridge in the Appalachians. My friend Mike invited me in, and I had to take a leak. I went to the bathroom and the floor was rounded as if there was something buried underneath it. I asked Mike about it and he said: "we're immediately above a major fault line and it's working its way up thru our house". "Bummer", says I. He also was talking a lot about his kids and how much they cost him to keep in clothing and doo-dads… though when he showed me pics of said kids, they appeared to be Barbie dolls. His wife Kathy was flitting around the house dressed like Mrs. Roper from "Three's Company".
I've been having the weird
As I’m watching this, I think, what the hell is he doing? I had no idea that he was going to try to knock off a bank. So I just wander off, pretending that I had gone into the bank by mistake, and in the chaos wandered into a store and pretended to look at shirts.
Flash to later, I walk into a place that looked a lot like the Corner Bar, and there’s the bank robber. He’s talking loudly to a group of people about how his “gang of seven” almost got away with this crime. He sees me and says, “And there’s our luchadore!”
First I’m pissed, because he’s being an idiot bragging in public, and then he’s going to get me arrested as an accomplice. But then I think, what the hell is a luchadore?
That question literally woke me up, and I stumbled out into the kitchen to ask J. if it sounded like a real word. She didn’t think so.
And now, I google the word, and this comes up — is my brain just belching out stuff or what?
LUCHADORE!
grudge match
"Luchadore"? "Gang of Seven"? Sounds like someone fell asleep in front of some WWE.
Saturday night, Dusty and I were having some fun commenting on the ZZ Top influence Meat Puppets started showing on "Monster" and "Out My Way" (discussion prompted by my mentioning a "Huevos" cut I heard on WIDR heading to work Friday morning), culminating in the Meat Puppets old school fans love to hate, the "Too High to Die" model. Dunno if those discussions crept into your dream state somehow, Dingey?
Oh, and some time ago, Monsma wondered if anyone had heard the Curt Kirkwood solo LP? I just picked it up - it's a really pretty album, not all acoustic but quite close to it, really stripped down with emphasis on nimble guitar picking and quiet, melodic vocals. Great for a mellow mood. Or dream states!
Have you been to Derrick
thanks!
Last night I dreamed I was
Last night I dreamed I was snorkeling, only I didn't have a snorkel, I had a facemask that was big enough to hold about 3 deep breaths full of air. I was swimming in a large, very clean pond that was well lit and lined with red clay. I swam to the bottom to find a small stash of jewelry, just enough to fill my pockets. One necklace was stuck under one of those floor-standing ash trays, but I got it. I was able to speak while under water, and told a couple people that if I looked like I was falling asleep, they should get me to the surface right away cause I was probably passing out from re-breathing my own exhale.
time folding dream
I dreamed recently that we were all getting together at new Harvey's on a typical Friday night. Nate was fresh back from Colorado and had somehow brought himself back. What I mean is that he had come home with several ages of himself—something like 9-year old Nate, 12-year-old Nate, and 16-ish year old Nate. There was a lot of milling about and excitement due to a rumoured foozball table in some back room really distracting people, so I was never sure if these three were the only Nathans that were there. I was astounded and confused that somebody could walk around with physical manifestations of their own various ages (I remember wondering if he'd had to purchase extra plane tickets, or if they could appear and disappear at will, or what), and I was really frustrated because Present-time Nate seemed to be implying through various comment that I had to pick just one past Nathan to talk to during their visit. That's all I remember.
There was a separate dream about hanging out with Bob Dylan and talking about how much we like lakes and rivers and how good it is to be near water. He was really nice. Good ol' bob.
conk-a-pug
I am glad this dream thread
Fruit salad
Dear Wiz
I had a dream that the Lep
Anyway, I took a box of cigars, just in case. Everybody ate, then most went in the back to play videogames (ye olde 1980s type) and foosball. J was there. She had a drink, just one, and got WASTED! I mean, she was falling over, laughing, attracting concerned looks. The manager came to us to say that inspectors from the liquor license review board were in the restaurant, and could we please leave, we were jeopardizing their business.
Did someone put a roofie in your drink? I asked J. She’s just slumping over, giggling. I had to just about carry her to the car. I’ll drive, I said.
So I take her home, then remember, I left my box of cigars there! I drove back to the restaurant. The cigars weren’t there. I go back to the car, realize that I had been holding a cigar the whole time. It was all squishy and bent from being stuck between my fingers for all that time. I started smoking it anyway.
Then these people, smiling horrible fake smiles, came to the car window. “Do you attend to the classical concerts?!?” they asked. Uh, not really, I answer. Then it got nightmarish, because they somehow got in the car, and trapped me so I couldn’t get out. They were smiling and all dressed up (maybe a reflection of my fear of classical concert patrons). I woke up in a panic.
When
Seemed like an upscale Applebees
Clever, I actually think the dream turned nightmarish when you said this.
no comment
It was all squishy and bent
It was all squishy and bent from being stuck between
we all wear the blue dress now.
unkie herb
This dream demeans us both.
Sorry, I just had to insert a pointlessly obtuse Simpsons reference.
You have a good reason to fear classical music patrons (and this is coming form someone who really, genuinely likes classical music). I mean, seriously! have you ever had to talk to Ph*llis R*ppap*rt?!
Here I am being honest about
And cigars… I like cigars. Some cigars are really rolled hard and tight, others are more squishy, like they’ve been in a really humid humidor. It don’t matter to me, it’s the quality of the smoke that counts. But I like a little bit of give when I bite down on the tip of a hot, smoking, cigar.
heh-heh
"humid humidor". Nice euphemism. "Please remove your humid humidor down from that lemon tree!"—some dirty bluesman.
We wuz only funnin'. i liked ze dream. Please tell J NO FIREWATER!. It would be just like her to get everyone kicked out of a fresh new upscale Applebee's. Sheesh. Drunkass.
oops
Apparently I thought that one so nice that I posted it twice.
Wha?
Did you read the other thread? Cinammon Girl reports that your thread starting dream (about the Meat Puppets) is coming true in America's high schools every day! Waaaaah! Freaky.
I'm going to put some braided bananas on my cereal, then.
hmm
I like cigars too! at least
I like cigars too! at least your dream can be referenced in real life at shows too, Jewlz gone whyld!
I wish there was a bar with video games in the back Up n Down, Mr. Doooh's Castle, Pengo, Elevator Action, all the classics.
That's why we don't go to Crapplebee's ...
While most nights out end with another episode of "Jewlz gone mild," I can get a little lippy after kickin' back some spirits. But, people, please — let's not resort to petty name calling. Drunkass? I'd very much prefer you stick to my proper drunked-up name of "Tipsy Toodles VonDrinksalot."
mines
My drinky/Scrabble name is T. Assy Flagon.
LALALA
Sugar cannon...
I have had a dream recently, but it was pretty disturbingly obvious one.
I dreamed my boss asked me to dig up this grave. The casket had a hole in the end. Apparently the deceased had escaped. I was pretty sure it was one of the transcriptionists who was right behind me. But I was afraid to tell my boss, because she'd probably want me to kill her or something. Then, she wanted me to re-bury the casket because it was so annoying that there was no one in it.
The end. Yes, I love my job. I'll be done with school in about 1 year.
Wally Gator
Had another pond related dream last night. This time I was catching alligators. They were all over the place, and not very active, so I started throwing old clothes and blankets on them, wrapping them up tightly and threw 7 of them into my trunk. I took them home and let them loose in my house, which was fine at first, but the next morning they were starting to bite people, so I had to get them out of there. 2 of them had turned into small sea creatures, crab-seahorse looking things, and I decided it would be easier to stomp those ones to death and flush them down the toilet. As I was wrapping the alligators up again, they started scratching and pinching me, and 2 got away. I chased one into a neighbor's A-frame house, and caught him on the second floor. The people there were not at all surprised to see me and the alligator in their home, but thanked me for getting it out of there. The other one got loose in a corn field, and I was worried for the farm hands. Then I wokeded up.
nice
Gators.
I had a dream the other night that somehow involved me accidentally backing an airplane off of somebody's porch roof. That's about all I recal.. It was a classic Daffy Duck-esque, "What if I push the RED button?" moment.
media assassin
what th'?!?!
Last night I dreamed a dream that sort of took place now and sort of in the past. I was watching video of the making of a video by the Sinatras, and I didn't even know they'd ever MADE a video! It was apparently shot in the late 80's. Sometimes I was watching the video and sometimes I seemed to be right there while they were making it. Anyway, I was really confused. The guitarist had the BEST outfit on, he didn't look dated at all. My husband, however, were walking around in this godawful prince's revolution meets some sort of minstrel-show zoot suit outfit, involving a wasp-waist, tailed, PADDED SHOULDER lime green coat. i could not, for the life of me, figure out how anyone, anywhere, could EVER have gotten him to wear such a thing. I remember very tentatively poking his shoulder, realizing even in the dream that I was somehow in the time before we were officially an "item" and that I shouldn't scare him off by being so forward as to poke his shoulder and make fun of his clothes. I think Bassman Boxa was supposed to look like Sluggo?! I woke up before i could start giving anyone any serious crap about their hilarious hilarious outfits.
Meanwhile, my husband dreamed last night that all of his dreams were archived on a computer. if he was awakened in the middle of a dream and wanted to go back and see how it ended, all he had to do was find the proper file in the computer.
last night
Last night I dreamed I was
more
Oh, so many dreams lately. Very vivid and pointless.
Last night in the middle of some other dream, Tree showed up with his brand new dog, which was a gigantic critter that appeared to be a cross between an Irish Wolfhound and a Great Dane. It had a bewhiskered, giant, boxy head, and I was absolutely in love with it. I remember exclaiming to Tree: "You got a proportionate dog!"
who do you think you are?!
ho hum
Painfully literal.
All of my dreams have been painfully literal lately. For example, dreamed that my front tooth was cracked and would require weeks of weird self care, including swabbing the hole with a pointy thing of gauze. Instructions came with a brochure with a drawing of a smiling toothless child on the front. I pointed out that I was an adult, and that I would look goofy toothless, not cute. Dental office staff shrugged.
This is only literal because I know in REAL LIFE, I have a cracked tooth, but I can't remember where she said it was. Every twinge of cold or heat sensitivity, every gritty mouth sensation, every bleachy chiclet movie star makes me think, "uh oh."
accents.
yes.
Pay attention Dingey this
Pay attention Dingey this concerns you
Last night I had this odd dream that Dusty was selling a bunch of box sets he had over the years. I remember trading him my R&B box for something and I seemed to recall Dusty had the Hi Records box for sale. Second part of the dream me, him and Dingey were out driving in the southern part of the state near the Indiana border and had gotten lost. We came to this building and asked for directions, some guy told us to get to Red Arrow Highway and we would find our way back to Kalamazoo. At that same time these guys sent their daughters to belly dance in front of me and Dusty and we were both baffled by this. Next thing me, Dingey and Dusty were back headed toward Kalamazoo
Weird.
do you mean to tell me....
Hmmm maybe that dream is
sounds like one of those
nevermind.
awww.
I was only funnin'. There IS some legendary record shack down around there, but I've never been since I've been informed that the atmosphere is kinda kidnap-murdery (at least for womens). Paddle knows all about it—make him draw you a map!
There ARE, however, belly-dancing restaurants in Chicago! I've seen them on "CHECK PLEASE!"
I've been to a belly dancing
Lasht night
Yes, with the exclamation mark. It even had a sign out front similar to the current backlit plastic atrocity.
I was kind of wandering around in the lobby, which doubled as a dayroom for the residents. They were mostly men, about 50/50 black and white. Seated in couches and chairs around a big coffee table were about 6 fellers playing various instruments. Acoustic guitar, small electric keyboard, an bass plugged into an amp, and some other oddments.
As I approached, they were in that space where everyone’s trying to think up a song to play, or waiting for someone else to start a song. A white guy in the chair was playing acoustic guitar. He pulled some handwritten sheet music out from under the cushion and started playing it and singing. The tempo was slower and the melody of the lyrics was a little different, but it was a song Nate wrote, here in the real world.
I don’t remember the song.
holy shit
QUOTE: 'Last night (or this morning, pre-cockcrow) I dreamt that I was at Up & Under, which had been converted into a low-budget retirement home and had the name changed to "There You Go!" '
'Nuff said. Even in your dreams, you should be stand up.
my lord
Post LKO dreamy strangeness
Nathan, Angie and Jum Jum were at our house. Angie was wearing the LKO outfit. For some reason, we all had to get in their car and go back to their house. Also, there was a library truck and cart parked the wrong way in front of my house, presumably because they were spying on us. They finally pulled away, so we could leave.
At home of Nate-n-Angie, I tried on Angie's skirt. It wouldn't stay on me.
Then, we went downtown (I had to work at the suddenly Victorian hospital). I explained in great detail which building I worked in. After parking my car, we got all confused about how I would find it again after they used it all day and I got out of work. A co-worker bought me postage stamps, because I was too "glamorous" to do it myself.
I'm not sure if I ever got back to the car…
speaking of too glamourous to buy her own stamps...
Post Aoke sleep, here it
Post Aoke sleep, here it was…
I was visiting friends (they moved to Jersey in March–axed by Pfizer). They lived in a big ass house that seemed like it was on a ridge in the Appalachians. My friend Mike invited me in, and I had to take a leak. I went to the bathroom and the floor was rounded as if there was something buried underneath it. I asked Mike about it and he said: "we're immediately above a major fault line and it's working its way up thru our house". "Bummer", says I. He also was talking a lot about his kids and how much they cost him to keep in clothing and doo-dads… though when he showed me pics of said kids, they appeared to be Barbie dolls. His wife Kathy was flitting around the house dressed like Mrs. Roper from "Three's Company".