I lost the other one.

Bet someone'll find it now

Anyway I dreamt last night about you guys!

I dreamt that Aitapata, Dweller and Fury (who all looked like their avatars) were writing for a magazine and some of the others (who felt like Worldenders who I can't pinpoint exactly who) were also about helping and things, but the building we were in was falling apart. Fury was standing on a piece of floor which gave way and he fell to his death.

Heh.

Thoughts?

The Marx Brothers dream of November 7, 2004

I was in a house on the bay. The Marx brothers were there with me.
In the sky there was a World War I bomber with a very archaic looking bomb.
It was a very large warhead with landing gear still attached.
The plane was heading towards the house.
The pilots in the plane talked to their navigation computer to change the trajectory.
They didn't want to hit the house that we were in, so they choose another target. An empty building across the bay.
The plane made it's descent.
The Marx Brothers, not knowing what was going on in the plane, had their backs turned, their ears covered, bunkers set up and a cannon aiming 90 degress (to the righht) away from the plane.
I faced the plane and called the scene.
"It's turning!", I said, watching the plane hovering beside and to the right of the house.
"There goes the bomb!", I said, watching the bomb slowly flying away from the plane.
The bomb flew to a tree between the house and the empty building across the bay.
The bomb exploded with a crack, it sounded like a firework exploding
"It hit the fragging tree!", I said.

The plane landed beside the house.
I went up to the two pilots, who came out and apologized. They had no idea there was someone in the house.

"If only Grouch Marx were here", I said, "He could come up with a snappy comeback"

The Marx Brothers never spoke in the dream.

So, when last we left the bizarre creatures that inhabit my dreamscape, the legless ape-beasts were still at war with the insect people, and a new race of small, rodent-like creatures had emerged in the forests, aided by the third of the Great Races, the fiendish/angelic crystalline mountain-dwellers.

There were some ancilliary dreams about creatures something like jellyfish that flew through the air and preyed on the mountain-dwellers, and water-beasts like great sacs of gelatin with long, reaching tentacles with sharp-fanged mouths, and another dream about the distant future and the continued evolution of the beasts, but those don't figure much into the events of the dreams of the last while.

The rodents had found a strange structure in the middle of the hollow of a mountain and had begun to explore it, cautiously. It was a spiral tower with many, many traps of strange design, clearly not of the mountain-dweller's crystalline technology. They eventually reached the pinnacle, having lost many of their number along the way, and found row upon row of computer terminals. Well, that's the best word I have for them, there was a much more organic feel to them than a common Dell, and each one seemed capable of independent thought and had developed a unique personality.

The friendliest of the computers gave the rodents a great deal of information about the past of the planet they were on, about the gene wars and the havoc it wreaked on the planet's original inhabitants, the humans, and how they came to devolve into the various forms that now chiefly people the planet.

The last image from the dreams was a rodent, unnamed but clearly their leader, entering a "gene chamber."

Dreamt of work.... Again.

I keep having this reoccuring dream that i'm made out of clockwork parts and steam powered or something...its all bizarre and i'm always threatening to pop a spring. For most of the dream i'm stiffly walking along in a blurry rust colored forest, but then suddenly I'm surrounded by people who are kinda vaguely threatening...and I keep trying to talk to them and assure them i'm cool but all that comes out is a piping sound like a tea kettle full-boil. Which tends to then (annoyingly!) end that dream and segue into a freaky cartoon chihuahua singing i'm a little teapot.

Wow, that's one heck of a dream, squee. Every seen Iron Giant?

I remember the iron giant...hmm..maybe that's part of it...what i remember most about the iron giant was my complete surprise to learn that vin diesel was the voice of the giant!

I was thinking about a convo i had last week about the smurfs and i remember mentioning that my favorite is Clockwork smurf...so maybe that stuck in my weird lil head.

It's amazing what can lodged in our subconscious.

There was something last night.... something about these old wooden homes, with fantastical gardens in between with spooky garden sculptures, and I'm quietly going into each house, just looking around, and if I hear people, I slowly exit the house before they see me, and I walk through the gardens, and go on to the next house and do the same.

It was a pretty dream and a fearless one.

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Originally posted by Dark Mark:
I dreamt that Aitapata, Dweller and Fury (who all looked like their avatars) were writing for a magazine and some of the others (who felt like Worldenders who I can't pinpoint exactly who) were also about helping and things, but the building we were in was falling apart. Fury was standing on a piece of floor which gave way and he fell to his death.

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GAh! Not another one!

Last night I dreamt Queen Elizabeth died and Charles became King. Hmmm.

I usually don't remember details of my dreams, but I did remember one feature of a dream I had a couple nights before FG. For some reason, I was reading a handwritten poem by l'Grey. That's all that sticks with me. As far as I can tell, it's my only board dream ever.

I do, however, dream about work more often than I would like.

[edit:Oh wait, one more detail, the poem was written with yellowish ink on brown paper. It was very difficult to read.]

Last night I was dozing on the couch, and I woke up and had to tell Jen a joke. I don't know where it came from, maybe I heard it as a child and forgot, maybe I made it up, but here it is:

What do you get when you cross a cornstalk with marijuana?
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cornibus


I know it's a corny joke, but it was the first time I ever heard of someone coming up with a joke in their sleep.

From November 9, 2004

I dreamed that I had a daughter.
A four year old daughter with blonde hair.
She was running around wearing a white dress.
She told me not to be afraid to tell her that I love her and that I miss her.
I sat on a bench while she ran around.
She fell and she wasn't wearing any underpants.
I shook my head, as though I was saying to myself, "Huh! Kids..."

She sounded like Thomas, my nephew.

From November 12, 2004

I was driving down some sort of road. I don't know where. It could have been a road in Canada. Anyway, there was a huge white sign that recommended all trucks follow a "short cut". Think of a right angle triangle. This "short cut" was through the right angle. I decided not to take it because I knew better then that.

My life was threatened

I was walking down a hallway in a mall with my "dream girl". Her features are better presented in this dream. Shoulder length straight brown hair, brown eyes, I'm guessing weighing around 130-140 lbs, 5'6" tall...very fun gal as always.

At the mall, there was someone who looked like me with silver tiped spiked hair giving us a pretty creepy look. I got the feeling that we was going to kill us.

It had a Hollywood feel to it. He would be there for a few seconds looking at us and then something will move past and he would be gone.

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Originally posted by Matrix Destiny:

What do you get when you cross a cornstalk with marijuana?
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cornibus


I know it's a corny joke, but it was the first time I ever heard of someone coming up with a joke in their sleep.

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I've come up with jokes in my sleep... not only that, but really raunchy, inside jokes which actually make sense and are still funny after I wake up... I can only recall one at the moment, but I'm not going to relate it here, because it requires inside information and is also really raunchy.

I also interpret my own dreams while I'm dreaming them. It's funny, because sometimes I don't even realize I'm dreaming, and I'm still interpreting.

ive been having really disjointed dreams, very much like what would happen if escher had collaborated with dave mckean
ive been dreaming about just talking to other we'ers, just having coffee or what have you
but the other night i sleepcalled tory on his cell at work
i dont remember what i said, but he said that i called to say i love you and i was turning off the light and going to sleep. i had already fallen asleep.....
thats just
thats stranger than waking up in the middle of sex......

The other night I dreamt a weird one, it involved my little brother (who doesn't actually exist), a handfull of people I met at FG who were trying to scare me with a 15 foot gorilla, and Neil made a cameo at the end looking on amusedly at the whole thing!


Not stranger than waking up in the middle of sex though...that might be pleasant...

last night i drempt i was in high school, and i could never remember what class i was supposed to be in. when i went to the office to get a tardy slip, it was a hospital waiting room. they gave me one, and i went to math class, but it was british lit, and the class was full, so i had to sit on the floor. i was wearing a patchwork hippie kinda dress, and everyone in the class was the age that i am now. most of the class was people i went to school with, and others were world enders.
i sat by sarah oconnorits one of the untitled pieces i wrote who i hate with a passion now, and she kept kicking me. i kept moving, and when i did, i would bump into various people from school, and they kept pushing me. then walker and joc and tongster and matt and llama and maure and circus and wanderingnm and his woman and the amys and everyone else surrounded me, and they couldnt get through to hurt me.
jacob aud, who i had a crush on, came up and said, what you need a bunch of fags to protect you? and i said no, they chose to
and walker told him to shut the fuck up and sit down and watch the movie. we were watching dangerous liasons, and walker put his arm around my shoulders and said fuck em. you dont need them anymore, you have us.
then i woke up
nice dream