Goth Industrial Underground
Carlos May
Andrew E Hime (hi...@utdallas.edu) wrote:
: E. Holmes (eho...@onramp.net) wrote:
: : BUTTER.
: "Butter butter butter! Parkay-ay!"
: You had to remind me of the commercial with the singing butter tubs.
: There are some commercials out there that just make me think someone's
: trying to mess with my head.
Yeah, that commercial seeped into my unconcious back when it was on.
I had this dream where this Interstellar Confederation of Sentient Life
Forms gave one of these tubs to the United Nations here on Earth.
Only when you opened it up, instead of saying "Butter", it would
destroy the world. The Aliens gave it to the United Nations so that
if the Earth got too corrupt, they could destroy the world if needed.
But in my dream somehow the tub got lost, and everyone was looking for
it. I was riding my bike out to this mall I used to ride my bike to,
and I saw the tub lying beside a lamppost in the parking lot. I was going
to the payphone to call the F.B.I. or the United Nations, but then
I saw some drunk bum stagger up to the tub. I yelled out, "No!
Don't Touch It!!", but he'd already opened it. On the horizon
this huge tidal wave appeared, stretching all the way up to the sky.
Everyone could see it was a Nuclear Wave and it would destroy all life
on Earth. I thought to myself, "Oh, no, it's the end of the world!
I need a good exit line, quick!" (I was writing lots of stuff for school
plays at that time, so I was thinking like that.) I couldn't think
of any good exit line, so me and all the folks in the parking lot
linked arms and formed a kick-step line, singing "Give My Regards
To Broadway". The scene irised out, there was a Loony Tunes end
credit (Porky Pig, "That's All Folks") (Porky Pig was an important
formative role model for me), then the screen went black.
Then a voice over said, "The End Of The World was brought to you
by... NABISCO!"
Really.
This was one of my favorite dreams. I'm not sure that the dream makes
much sence. I don't think Parkay is even made by Nabisco, is it?
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Matthew J. McIrvin
In article <4ochge$apo@uuneo>, fro...@praline.no.NeoSoft.com (Carlos May) wrote:
> Really.
> This was one of my favorite dreams. I'm not sure that the dream makes
> much sence. I don't think Parkay is even made by Nabisco, is it?
I had one last night in which I was in this bus, a nicely air-conditioned
touring coach, and it looked like it was somewhere in the Midwestern US,
wheat fields everywhere. The one detail from the early part that I
remember is that I noticed Sunoco had changed its name to "Hyperion Oil
Company."
Anyway, I went to the toilet in the back of the bus, and was surprised to
find that it was a cavernous, clean and thoroughly modern facility. When I
got back out, there was some kind of uproar and people were saying that,
according to the radio, a giant asteroid was going to hit the Earth. Everyone
was freaking out. I tried to comfort people by citing the low odds that it
would hit there, then realized that if it was big enough it could wipe out
all life on Earth.
Then I started seeing flying saucers outside the bus. This was a great
relief, since obviously the reports were wrong, it was only flying saucers.
I was, however, astonished to discover that flying saucers really existed.
Then two of them collided in a huge explosion. There were weird machines
flying around everywhere, weaving drunkenly as if they were out of control
and possibly in a great hurry.
Finally we found out where they were all coming from: an enormous Quonset-
hut hanger marked "Temporal Transit Inc." The bus stopped and I got out to
investigate. Apparently the flying saucers were some sort of commercial
time machines. The place seemed recently abandoned. One of the smaller
non-saucer-shaped machines, a little like the front end of a Bell helicopter
without the rest of the helicopter, stood empty on the front lawn. The
front office had a desk above which was a list of package tours. There was
a whole series of cruises to see famous solar eclipses, and a list of more
expensive ones where you would be smuggled in to impersonate a member of
any of various historical noble families.
Then I woke up. In the dream, I never thought to consider that the saucers
were all fleeing the present era because of the impending asteroid impact.
Boy, I would have been scared if I had. That's obviously the proper ending
to the story, anyway.
--
Matt McIrvin http://world.std.com/~mmcirvin/
Rich Holmes
>In article <4ochge$apo@uuneo>, fro...@praline.no.NeoSoft.com (Carlos May) wrote:
>
>
>> Really.
>> This was one of my favorite dreams. I'm not sure that the dream makes
>> much sence. I don't think Parkay is even made by Nabisco, is it?
>
>I had one last night in which I was in this bus, a nicely air-conditioned
>touring coach, ...
>
>Then I woke up. In the dream, I never thought to consider that the saucers
>were all fleeing the present era because of the impending asteroid impact.
>Boy, I would have been scared if I had. That's obviously the proper ending
>to the story, anyway.
I had one last night in which I was helping Tony Barrand get elected
Squire of the Morris Ring.
Sean Smith will now explain this dream.
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