Another nutty Servo dream I had
Lori
morning, probably somewhere between 2:00 and 4:00 AM.
I'm in this VERY empty parking lot. I don't know how I got there, but
there I am, by myself, no car. It's the middle of the afternoon, and it is
bright and sunny. I see a sign that says "PARKING FOR TOM SERVO'S ONLY -
ALL OTHERS WILL BE TOWED".
So I turn around and there is this restaurant behind me. In loopy script
on the roof there is a turned-off neon sign saying "Tom Servo's". Even
though the parking lot is empty, and the sign on the building is off, the
sign on the door says OPEN. So I go in.
Inside it looks pretty much like your standard older-type restaurant, with
a bar at the back. There are a handful of people inside, but otherwise
it's pretty empty. I go over to the bar, and who should be behind it but
Captain Infinity.
We recognize each other and exchange pleasantries. It doesn't seem to faze
him that I'm there, even though I am bewildered. I then see a sign near
the bar that says "COME TO CHAT! 9:00 PM SATURDAYS".
Suddenly it's not afternoon anymore; it's night time. The restaurant is
packed with people and the air is thick with cigarette smoke. I'm near the
bar, and I mention that I want to go to chat. Blackhawk comes over and
says, "This way." He leads me over to this spot where there is an opening
in the ceiling, leading to an attic-type space. A ladder is lowered down,
and BH helps me up as far as he can reach, and then a pair of hands reaches
down to help me up the rest of the way. When I reach the top, I realize
those hands belonged to Mr. Hole. I thank him and look around.
I'm in a space that can best be described as a cross between an apartment
and a renovated pool hall. There's a small kitchen, with a makeshift bar
set up on the counter where folks could help themselves to drinks. There
are various antique-looking objects and knicknacks around the room, along
with a few tables and chairs. Mostly the space is pretty open though. To
my left, Heck is crouched over a small turntable on the floor, and Beatles
music is playing (I think it might have been "Yesterday" playing but I'm
not sure - it was a slow song, though). There are about maybe 7 or 8
people hanging around talking and laughing - It's vague as to who everyone
was but I remember seeing Lots42, Brendan, Sergey, and WWS. There were
also 3 or 4 large computers set up, to chat with the folks who couldn't
make it to the "live" chat in the room.
Someone (might have been Blackhawk or WWS) brought me a rum and Coke, and I
went over to one of the computers to see who was logged on. The screen was
huge - not quite as large as a widescreen TV but close. A whole bunch of
people were logged on, but I couldn't read all of them. I did see
Wayland's name and wondered why he was on the computer instead of here with
Brendan taking advantage of the booze. Then someone tapped me on the
shoulder to talk to me and it was at this point that I woke up.
I think I've been hanging out in this froup too long. :)
--
Lori
Antifrance
for all, what Captain Infinity REALLY looks like?
--
Brendan Dillon (aka Antifrance),
GPG; 1SG, KPS OPC
antif...@yahoo.com
http://ducttape.simplenet.com
"Considering all my people suffered at the
hands of your people during World War II,
I'd say a little kissing and breast-fondling is
meager reparation." -Robert, "Free Enterprise"
Captain Infinity
In article <3964E584...@yahoo.com>
Antifrance wrote:
>Lori, as many Servo dreams as you've had, can you finally tell us all, once and
>for all, what Captain Infinity REALLY looks like?
On my recent cruise to Atlantis, by way of the Bermuda Triangle (which is
also the name of an excellent liqueur I picked up in St. George) there was
a persistent photographer. She took pictures of everyone, including ME,
even though I kept telling her NOT TO! Eventually she stopped taking
pictures of me.
But there was one instance where she caught me off guard at moment when
there was a goodly amount of alcohol coursing through my bloodstream, a
moment in which I was not wearing my usual "don't take my photograph you
soul-stealing bitch!" snarl, and I actually grinned at her.
I liked the resulting photo, so I paid the outrageous price to buy it off
the display wall.
Since getting home I've been thinking of scanning it and putting it on my
web site. But the problem, you see, is that if I do that you will know
what I look like. And in that instant, all mental images will go *poof*
and your own fantasy world will be reduced a little bit more, the way it
was when you found out that Santa Claus is really your parents, and that
the Wizard of Oz is just some humbug behind a curtain, and that "making
love" is what women call "having sex" when they want to build an emotional
wall around your heart.
I'm uncertain whether I want to do that; introduce reality into a carefully
constructed fantasy. I'd have to put on my pants.
Wouldn't I?
**
Captain Infinity
Lori
>Lori, as many Servo dreams as you've had, can you finally tell
>us all, once and for all, what Captain Infinity REALLY looks
>like?
Mere words cannot describe - it is something one must experience
for oneself.
I will say this though, in the one dream if you recall he was in
a sound booth, and in this one he was behind the bar. Which of
course means that my dreams were PG rated [1], otherwise I would
have seen him without his pants!!
--
Lori
[1] Not that I haven't had PG-13, R, and even NC-17 Servo-
related dreams [2], it's just that Cap hasn't been in those
(yet?).
[2] Those won't get posted; sorry folks.
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Lori
>>I will say this though, in the one dream if you recall he was
in
>>a sound booth, and in this one he was behind the bar. Which of
>>course means that my dreams were PG rated [1], otherwise I
would
>>have seen him without his pants!!
>
>Your dream rating would not suffer to see me such. As I have
>mentioned in the past, I decided long ago to have all trace of
>my genitalia surgically removed.
I musta missed that post.
Lord knows what kind of dreams *this* new knowledge is going to
produce...
--
Lori
Captain Infinity
in article <0a6a0f89...@usw-ex0104-028.remarq.com>
Lori wrote:
>I will say this though, in the one dream if you recall he was in
>a sound booth, and in this one he was behind the bar. Which of
>course means that my dreams were PG rated [1], otherwise I would
>have seen him without his pants!!
Your dream rating would not suffer to see me such. As I have mentioned in
the past, I decided long ago to have all trace of my genitalia surgically
removed.
Contrary to rumor, however, only part of that decision was court-mandated.
**
Captain Infinity
...20th century laws are *so* bizarre
And knowing is half the battle.
>There are about maybe 7 or 8
>people hanging around talking and laughing - It's vague as to who everyone
>was but I remember seeing Lots42, Brendan, Sergey, and WWS.
Yes! You know you're a regular when you're in other regular's dreams.
Lori
>>Lord knows what kind of dreams *this* new knowledge is going to
>>produce...
>
>Be sure to x-post them to alt.dreams, so those experts can analyze them.
Next time I will.
However, here's another one I had last night that I'll share with this
froup:
I dreamed that Mr. Hole came to my house to borrow envelopes to mail his
hair in. Then while I was looking for the envelopes, he told me that he
had just killed a woman named Cheryl.
I think I need professional help.
--
Lori
Riboflavin D. Monkey
I'm regular. But I need to be. It's my job. Whoops! Back to
knawing on pine trees!
*chomp* *chomp* *chomp*
Dann Glenn Johnson
>knawing on pine trees!
>
>*chomp* *chomp* *chomp*
New Pine-Fresh P00pie Paper product from Ribo's factory?
Lori
I'm still loyal to the original Coconut and Banananana scented variety
myself.
Besides, I'd be too afraid of splinters hidden in Pine-Fresh P00pie Paper
otherwise, and we won't even mention the difficulties *that* might cause.
--
Lori
Riboflavin D. Monkey
>>I'm regular. But I need to be. It's my job. Whoops! Back to
>>knawing on pine trees!
>>
>>*chomp* *chomp* *chomp*
>
>New Pine-Fresh P00pie Paper product from Ribo's factory?
>
>
Absolutely. It's selling like Hot Cakes. Although the Hot Cakes
scent is not selling as well as I had hoped. Neither is the Baja
Gordita scent.
I'm still trying to figure out how to make "Springtime Air"
Fresh Scent.
Dann Glenn Johnson
>scent is not selling as well as I had hoped. Neither is the Baja
>Gordita scent.
Understandable though. If anyone were to lay down something THAT harsh,
that they'd consider the Baja Gordita scent a "better" scent that covers it
up... I'd advise them to see a doctor and get that taken care of.
>I'm still trying to figure out how to make "Springtime Air"
>Fresh Scent.
You could eat Roses, Ferns, and possibley Dandilions. Remember to pick out
the thorns first. Would be unpleasant during the creation AND usage
phases.
holefamily1
(Lori) wrote:
>I'm in this VERY empty parking lot. I don't know
>how I got there, but there I am, by myself, no car.
>It's the middle of the afternoon, and it is bright
>and sunny. I see a sign that says "PARKING FOR TOM
>SERVO'S ONLY - ALL OTHERS WILL BE TOWED".
>So I turn around and there is this restaurant
>behind me. In loopy script on the roof there is a
>turned-off neon sign saying "Tom Servo's".
>Even though the parking lot is empty, and the sign
>on the building is off, the sign on the door says
>OPEN. So I go in.
If this dream takes place in the middle of the afternoon then it makes
sense for the sign to be turned off. No?
>Inside it looks pretty much like your standard
>older-type restaurant, with a bar at the back.
>There are a handful of people inside, but otherwise
>it's pretty empty. I go over to the bar,
What is it with you and alcohol? Jeez, can't you go a few
second^H^H^H^H^H^H^days without getting some spirits into your
bloodstream?
>and who should be behind it but Captain Infinity.
>We recognize each other and exchange pleasantries.
>It doesn't seem to faze him that I'm there, even
>though I am bewildered. I then see a sign near the
>bar that says "COME TO CHAT! 9:00 PM SATURDAYS".
>Suddenly it's not afternoon anymore; it's night
>time. The restaurant is packed with people and the
>air is thick with cigarette smoke. I'm near the
>bar, and I mention that I want to go to chat.
>Blackhawk comes over and says, "This way."
Hey, just like in the real world, Cap was available but he doesn't go
to the chat.
>He leads me over to this spot where there is an
>opening in the ceiling, leading to an attic-type
>space. A ladder is lowered down, and BH helps me up
>as far as he can reach,
Did he cop a feel?
>and then a pair of hands reaches down to help me up
>the rest of the way. When I reach the top, I
>realize those hands belonged
ANNE FUCKING FRANK!?!?! Everybody is hiding in the attic to escape
persecution from the NeoNazi-like establishment!!
>to Mr. Hole.
Oh.... only him. How did his new haircut look?
>I thank him and look around.
>I'm in a space that can best be described as a
>cross between an apartment and a renovated pool
>hall. There's a small kitchen, with a makeshift
>bar set up on the counter where folks could help
>themselves to drinks.
AGAIN WITH THE BOOZING!!! From this day forth I shall refer to you
only as
"Tipsy-top-Lori-glug-glug-glug-burp" so it is written, so it is done.
>There are various antique-looking objects and
>knicknacks around the room, along with a few tables
>and chairs.
And Dan Tropea is there but he's sprawled out on a table and he has his
feet propped up on a chair, and he's wearing a pink saffron nightie,
his back-hair is shinning off the glow of the fluorescent lights, and
then you notice Dan's got a rose stem in his mouth, but because he
neglected to remove the thorns from the stem a trickle of blood is
running down both side of his face. Its at this point that you can hear
him beckoning you, but its unintelligible, because of the 2 foot long
rose. And then he slowly begins to open his legs, and his hips start to
gyrate, and suddenly the chairs on which his feet were resting has
turned into a gynecologist's stirrups, and you can see all that Dan has
to offer you, and this pleases you immensely, so you take a step
forward.... Oh, wait, that was from my nightmare. So very Sorry.
Please go on.
>Mostly the space is pretty open though. To my left,
>Heck is crouched over a small turntable
GRANDMASTER HECK IS IN THE HOUSE!!!! CAN I GET A SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY
BOYS?!! YEAH, BITCH!!!!
>on the floor, and Beatles music is playing (I think
>it might have been "Yesterday" playing but I'm not
>sure - it was a slow song, though). There are about
>maybe 7 or 8 people hanging around talking and
>laughing - It's vague as to who everyone was but I
>remember seeing Lots42, Brendan, Sergey, and WWS.
>There were also 3 or 4 large computers set up, to
>chat with the folks who couldn't make it to the
>"live" chat in the room.
>Someone (might have been Blackhawk or WWS) brought
>me a rum and Coke, and I went over to one of the
>computers to see who was logged on. The screen was
>huge - not quite as large as a widescreen TV but
>close.
I've making this post on a 60 inch screen, Nyaah!!
>A whole bunch of people were logged on, but I
>couldn't read all of them. I did see Wayland's name
>and wondered why he was on the computer instead of
>here with Brendan taking advantage of the booze.
>Then someone tapped me on the shoulder to talk to
>me and it was at this point that I woke up.
>I think I've been hanging out in this froup too
>long. :)
I've had dreams about servofolk, but I tend to forget them.
--
Huckleberry Hole
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Lori
>>Even though the parking lot is empty, and the sign
>>on the building is off, the sign on the door says
>>OPEN. So I go in.
>
>If this dream takes place in the middle of the afternoon then it makes
>sense for the sign to be turned off. No?
Around here the signs tend to stay lit all the time. But then, this is the
DC metro area, where they are famous for wasting money. We follow the
government's example, dontcha know.
>>Inside it looks pretty much like your standard
>>older-type restaurant, with a bar at the back.
>>There are a handful of people inside, but otherwise
>>it's pretty empty. I go over to the bar,
>
>What is it with you and alcohol? Jeez, can't you go a few
>second^H^H^H^H^H^H^days without getting some spirits into your
>bloodstream?
Sadly, Wayland's been a bad influence on me.
However, FWIW, last night was the first time I had a drink since Saturday.
>>Suddenly it's not afternoon anymore; it's night
>>time. The restaurant is packed with people and the
>>air is thick with cigarette smoke. I'm near the
>>bar, and I mention that I want to go to chat.
>>Blackhawk comes over and says, "This way."
>
>Hey, just like in the real world, Cap was available but he doesn't go
>to the chat.
Hey yeah, I didn't even catch that analogy.
>>He leads me over to this spot where there is an
>>opening in the ceiling, leading to an attic-type
>>space. A ladder is lowered down, and BH helps me up
>>as far as he can reach,
>
>Did he cop a feel?
Nah, I woulda mentioned it if he had. :(
>>and then a pair of hands reaches down to help me up
>>the rest of the way. When I reach the top, I
>>realize those hands belonged
>
>ANNE FUCKING FRANK!?!?! Everybody is hiding in the attic to escape
>persecution from the NeoNazi-like establishment!!
>
>>to Mr. Hole.
>
>Oh.... only him. How did his new haircut look?
Pretty good actually.
>>I'm in a space that can best be described as a
>>cross between an apartment and a renovated pool
>>hall. There's a small kitchen, with a makeshift
>>bar set up on the counter where folks could help
>>themselves to drinks.
>
>AGAIN WITH THE BOOZING!!! From this day forth I shall refer to you
>only as
>"Tipsy-top-Lori-glug-glug-glug-burp" so it is written, so it is done.
Hehehe. This is almost as good as that Humabuggah (whatever) title you
gave WuhWuhS.
>>There are various antique-looking objects and
>>knicknacks around the room, along with a few tables
>>and chairs.
>
>And Dan Tropea is there but he's sprawled out on a table and he has his
>feet propped up on a chair, and he's wearing a pink saffron nightie,
>his back-hair is shinning off the glow of the fluorescent lights, and
>then you notice Dan's got a rose stem in his mouth, but because he
>neglected to remove the thorns from the stem a trickle of blood is
>running down both side of his face. Its at this point that you can hear
>him beckoning you, but its unintelligible, because of the 2 foot long
>rose. And then he slowly begins to open his legs, and his hips start to
>gyrate, and suddenly the chairs on which his feet were resting has
>turned into a gynecologist's stirrups, and you can see all that Dan has
>to offer you, and this pleases you immensely, so you take a step
>forward.... Oh, wait, that was from my nightmare. So very Sorry.
>Please go on.
Yikes!! I think it's time the doc tweaked your meds again.
>I've had dreams about servofolk, but I tend to forget them.
Be sure to look for the other one I posted that I had about you... er, I
mean your grandson last night. Does he know anywon named Cheryl?
--
Lori
David E. Powell
does that count?
DEP
Captain Infinity
In article <OA23B1E6$GA.283@cpmsnbbsa07>
David E. Powell wrote:
DEPends. Which Tom Servo?
**
Captain Infinity
Mortis
<212d8c43...@usw-ex0107-049.remarq.com>, in which holefamily1
<holef...@webtv.net> typed:
>Jeez, can't you go a few
>second^H^H^H^H^H^H^days without getting some spirits into your
>bloodstream?
She said she was 18, Officer! I swear!
Mortis
Master of the Unknown, KPS
Nebulosis Defunctus
"Mister Order, he runs at a very good pace
But old Mother Chaos is winning the race"
-Lord Omar, "The Honest Book of Truth"
David E. Powell
Antifrance
> Captain Infinity wrote in message <39674994...@news-f.std.com>...
> >DEPends. Which Tom Servo?
>
> The Robot one.
I beleive he'd rather be referred to as a "gumball dispensing person."
--
Brendan Dillon (aka Antifrance),
GPG; 1SG, KPS OPC
antif...@yahoo.com
http://ducttape.simplenet.com
"Nope, sometimes a person or group of people
has to come along and finger the sacrificial
virgin and royally fuck things up."
-Huckleberry Hole
Captain Infinity
in article <#gaWsXU6$GA.281@cpmsnbbsa07>
David E. Powell wrote:
>Captain Infinity wrote in message <39674994...@news-f.std.com>...
>>Once Upon A Time,
>>In article <OA23B1E6$GA.283@cpmsnbbsa07>
>>David E. Powell wrote:
>>
>>>I had a dream of me and Tom Servo trying to pick up chicks on Babylon 5 -
>>>does that count?
>>>
>>>DEP
>>
>>DEPends. Which Tom Servo?
>
>The Robot one.
>
Jeez, that's a tough call. The part about "picking up chicks on Babylon 5"
is close enough to the edge of surrealism that it could be a valid "nutty
Servo dream"...but the presence of that robot damages it a bit. He's
kinda/sorta off-topic 'round these parts.
I dunno. I think we need to have a vote on it. But before that I think we
need more information. Please post a description of the dream in all its
facets, including all action, dialog, and colorization. Oh, and you'll
need to crosspost it to alt.dreams, too; that's fairly mandatory. I'm sure
you understand.
**
Captain Infinity
...you'll get my vote if the robot was speaking with
Harlan Ellison's voice and all the B5 girls kept
tickling him under the bubble and calling him "Sparky"
WWS
Captain Infinity wrote:
>
> Once Upon A Time,
> in article <212d8c43...@usw-ex0107-049.remarq.com>
> holefamily1 wrote:
>
> >Hey, just like in the real world, Cap was available but he doesn't go
> >to the chat.
>
> OK, I can read between the lines. I know what you're saying: you don't
> want me posting on Saturday nights while you guys are chatting.
>
> Fine. Be that way. See if I care.
>
> **
> Captain Infinity
> ...sniff
Oh c'mon, we knew you were doing that just to troll us.
--
__________________________________________________WWS_____________
Captain Infinity
>Hey, just like in the real world, Cap was available but he doesn't go
>to the chat.
OK, I can read between the lines. I know what you're saying: you don't
David E. Powell
>Once Upon A Time,
>in article <#gaWsXU6$GA.281@cpmsnbbsa07>
>David E. Powell wrote:
>
>>Captain Infinity wrote in message <39674994...@news-f.std.com>...
>>>Once Upon A Time,
>>>In article <OA23B1E6$GA.283@cpmsnbbsa07>
>>>David E. Powell wrote:
>>>
>>>>I had a dream of me and Tom Servo trying to pick up chicks on Babylon
5 -
>>>>does that count?
>>>>
>>>>DEP
>>>
>>>DEPends. Which Tom Servo?
>>
>>The Robot one.
>
>Jeez, that's a tough call. The part about "picking up chicks on Babylon 5"
>is close enough to the edge of surrealism that it could be a valid "nutty
>Servo dream"...but the presence of that robot damages it a bit. He's
>kinda/sorta off-topic 'round these parts.
>
>I dunno. I think we need to have a vote on it. But before that I think we
>need more information. Please post a description of the dream in all its
>facets, including all action, dialog, and colorization. Oh, and you'll
>need to crosspost it to alt.dreams, too; that's fairly mandatory. I'm sure
>you understand.
Basically it involved the robot, Beavis and Butthead trying to give me
dating advice, I didn't want to go for any alien ladies, and none of the
stuff they told me got me anywhere with Ivanova.
Then me and Servo got hammered on Molsons.
Antifrance
> Then me and Servo got hammered on Molsons.
Then it *definately* doesn't count.
Captain Infinity
In article <uhQCFBx6$GA.318@cpmsnbbsa07>
David E. Powell wrote:
>>>>>I had a dream of me and Tom Servo trying to pick up chicks on
>>>>>Babylon 5 - does that count?
...
>>Please post a description of the dream in all its
>>facets, including all action, dialog, and colorization. Oh, and you'll
>>need to crosspost it to alt.dreams, too; that's fairly mandatory. I'm sure
>>you understand.
>
>Basically it involved the robot, Beavis and Butthead trying to give me
>dating advice, I didn't want to go for any alien ladies, and none of the
>stuff they told me got me anywhere with Ivanova.
That's because Ivanova was gay. Sheesh, didn't you watch B5 at *all*? She
and that blond telepeep chick had a hot 69 romp that they had to cut out of
the reruns because it was too steamy for TNT. Plus, she ignored the manly
testosterone fumes emanating from that British guy, I forget his name...the
one with the expanding stick. You know the one I mean. The fop.
>Then me and Servo got hammered on Molsons.
Ah, jeez...if only you had said "Anti-Voyager Zombies" or "Zima", but no,
you had to go and pick a Canadian beer. Cronan is spinning in his grave.
Go back to sleep. I'm sure you can do better. We were all young once.
**
Captain Infinity
David E. Powell
I'm sorry - :+(
>**
>Captain Infinity
DEP