OT: Dreams
wico
morning...
Last night I had a strangish dream. I was sitting in front of the TV at home
when it suddenly died and my brother walked in. He gave it a few half-hearted
thwaps, shrugged his shoulders and suggested that we go outside for a
cigarette.
Now when we were pre-pubescent teenagers going off for our first rebellious
ciggie breaks, we always used to sneak down to the bottom of a little
embankment near our house. I guess we still find it hard to break that habit.
So we arrived at the top and Tim descended it with ease.
However when I stepped downwards it suddenly grew into a large cliff and I had
to cling to the face for dear life. Tim called up for me to hurry up but I
couldn't move - in fact I couldn't even look down. But then the ants came.
Red ants spilled out of the cracks and started biting my feet. Swearing
profusely, I started rubbing my feet together to get them off me. But that
only drove them up my legs towards my shorts. I had no choice but to take one
hand off the cliff face and try to brush them off that way. But there were
too many for one hand, so, without thinking I took the other one off, realised
that I wasn't holding the cliff face with anything anymore and started falling
and screaming like a terrified woman in a low budget horror film.
On the way towards my imminent (and messy) demise, I had the good fortune of
being smacked in the mouth by a tree branch. So I bit down on it and dangled
for a while as I brushed the remaining ants off my now incredibly itchy feet.
"Are you coming down or not?" called Tim.
"M'mf mm mmfff mm f mrrmmf," I replied and quickly climbed down the rest of
the way in a manner that Spiderman would have been proud of. When I got to
the bottom, I buried my swollen feet in the cool sand, lit up a cigarette and
made idle chit-chat with my brother.
And then Radiohead appeared out of nowhere playing "Vegetable". I must
confess that my brother and I were most wigged out by this strange occurence
but that emotion turned to fear and apprehension as we heard the sirens start
to wail. The typical megaphone voice informed us that we were surrounded and
that there was no way out so we should just go quietly and yadda yadda yadda.
The faces of the band members seemed to light up at this and they started
cackling wickedly.
"Ha Ha Ha, Fools," said Thom Yorke in a voice that sounded more like Dr Claw
in Inspector Gadget. "Did you really think we would give up our prize so
easily? Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, etc."
And with that, he pulled out a strange white and gold gun with lots of bubbles
in it, pointed it at the cops and... I woke up. I think I watch too many
movies.
Anybody else have any strange dreams/trips lately?
Ben
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Morgan
wrote:
>Anybody else have any strange dreams/trips lately?
Well, since you ask, I had this one about a week ago...
I was sitting in the back seat of a mini, driving. This wasn't too
difficult, given that I am tallish, and the steering wheel was
positioned in the middle of the dashboard as all sensible steering
wheels should be. Sitting in what would usually be the drivers seat
was Al Jourgensen, looking rather the worse for wear, and somewhat
aged.
We were driving at ludicrously high speeds along a very narrow road,
one side of which was a cliff, dropping down toward infinity and the
other being a solid wall. It twisted and turned, but I didn't have
too much trouble driving, which is quite suprising seeing as I don't
actually have a licence, but there you go.
It was at this point that I noticed my little brother was sitting on
my lap, making things somewhat hard to drive - so I shifted him into
the back passenger seat while Al rambled on about the meaning of life,
the universe and kippers.
Finally after a somewhat harrowing ride, we reached the bottom of the
path, and wandered around a river and one large wall of a Mayan temple
which was jutting from the cliff-face. Al talked more bollocks, and
then I woke up.
entrippy (jeaming)
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stranger..
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:Anybody else have any strange dreams/trips lately?
:
Funny you should mention it..
Normally i don't remember my dreams, but one i woke up from this morning
had quite a disturbing feel to it and almost put me off my morning coffee.
(almost)
The usual change-story-every-ten-seconds thing of my dreams was going on,
but at one point i was in my step-dad's van, getting a lift to somewhere.
He said "watch out for that dragonfly" and a bug, possibly two, flew slowly
past my face. Except it wasn't a dragonfly, or even anything resembling an
insect. There were no wings visible at all, and i imagined they must be
beating too fast for my eye to see. The body of each 'insect' actually
consisted of two smooth, slug-like forms, with no visible features,
entwined around each other. One half was red and the other blue (like the
Korean version of yin and yang) and they were smooth and shiny and fat,
with the 'head' end fatter than the other. They landed on some oriental
stir-fry noodles that i for some reason had stuck to the dashboard and in
noticed that they'd made a nest in it, and there were smaller red and blue
slug-like things in it and various larval/pupal stages. i noticed that the
red and blue forms were seperate and could detach from each other. i was
filled with a sort of horrified irrational revulsion at the sight of these
smooth squirming things and frantically scraped it off the dashboard into
some sort of container (possibly the one the noodles came in) and emptied
it out the window.
After i had woken up i still had this feeling of revulsion, and had to
drink my coffee through gritted teeth because i couldn't stop thinking of
it and couldn't stand even the thought of swallowing one in my coffee.
i'm yet to see if i can eat those noodles again..
ok, next..
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entr...@labyrinth.net.au (Morgan) wrote:
> On Wed, 25 Nov 1998 00:49:35 GMT, wi...@softhome.net.spamfodder (wico)
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Michael
stranger.. wrote:
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> ok, next..
>
It must be that time of year... but anyway,
It started out and i was a member of some type of informal police hostage
rescue team (which was pretty wierd in itself now
that i think about it). A girl had been captured by a bunch of bad guys and
was being held in a house which i decided to storm
on my own. In the dream i think the girl was my girlfriend but i'm pretty sure
i havn't met her IRL (TM). i got my gun and in i
went, i searched through the house, shot a few bad guys and finally found the
girl but when we tried to escape something
happened (in fact i think i woke up for a bit, kinda without realising it if
you know what i mean) so i ended up trying to shoot my
way out of what had become my house.
The bad guys were coming in the door and as i shot them i was able to pick up
their gun and keep shooting. i was only getting
hit by bits of brickwork coming off the walls where they were being hit by the
bad guy's bullets. i was forced back by one of
the bad guys who came running in and i realised that the girl i was rescuing
was on my parents bed. Her hands were tied and
she had really thin green ribbon laid in a cross hatched pattern over her mouth
which was keeping her asleep. i had to gently
move it off her mouth and she started to wake up and move so i went back to
shooting the others. Eventually the big bad boss
came in and i shot him with all the bullets i had left from a couple of fully
automatic weapons, leaving a cross of bullet holes in
his chest (in a line from throat to waist and one across his chest making a
cruciform blood mark on him) but he kept coming.
He forced me back into my parent's room and finall fell in the passage outside
pushing me over in the process. i looked up and
the girl was just waking up. We spoke a bit, i don't know what about, and i
think we were about to leave when i woke up.
It seemed a lot more coherent at the time than it does now reading it again but
i guess that's the way with dreams.
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In both versions (give or take minor changes) I was at the movies, had
already paid for my ticket, only to discover that not only the movie I'd
paid to see, but all the movies showing, were either children's films or
sentimental crap.
This would of course be business as usual for the mainstream cinema here.
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>In both versions (give or take minor changes) I was at the movies, had
>already paid for my ticket, only to discover that not only the movie I'd
>paid to see, but all the movies showing, were either children's films or
>sentimental crap.
I had a similar dream.
I went to see 'I Still Know What You Did Last Summer'.
Which was bad enough.
But the audience was full of Albany teenagers who have no knowledge of cinema
etiquette whatsoever, and who had obviously never seen a slasher movie in
their lives.
The whole thing ended up as a farce with said teenage girls mocking the rest
of the audience all the way thought by "sssshing" loudly.
Oh wait.
That was real.
Avoid this movie, if you weren't going to.
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richgoth
being held in the old shooting gallery on george st (where macdonalds is
now) and that the members were demonstrating various antique guns by firing
them at my head (or nearish) hiting left and right, but thankfully not
hitting me! every time they hit the target a bell would sound and the
lecturer would go on with his talk. I couldn't get out of my seat because I
was tyed to it......
regards
richgoth
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richgoth, all i can say is "That is SO you!" *chuckle*
All that's missing is the lapdancing.
Cosey Mo
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