Cellarfornia Dreamin’
 

I was going to tell you about this dream I had last night where I was on vacation with lumberjim and… maybe jinx… and… someone else but now I can’t remember who it was. Was it even a real person? I thought I knew who it was… but it’s faded from my mind, now that I’m fully awake.

Do you ever have dream memories that seem solid until you try to tell somebody about them… and then they’re gone? And you remember thinking you remembered?

Anyway, in the dream, we were at a resort in Mexico, a high-rise on the beach. And we were sitting at a picnic table drinking beers all day, and that’s all we did the whole time.

Part two, which I’m making up, is that we took jinx to the ATM (over and over), and then we whipped up a nice creampie, and finally finished off the day by treating her to a luxurious facial. I’ll bet she wishes she was that spoiled in real life!

dude. you are just wrong. i just don't see jinx as one to visit the ATM repeatedly.

:headshake:

It's funny you mention it, I had a Dwellar dream just the other night. It featured Hot Pastrami (aka Alan Bellows of damninteresting.com--which is probably why he was in my subconcious, because Merc posted that DI article about the gliding plane a little while ago) and his mother. They had been kidnapped, and the kidnappers were demanding the ransom from me, for some reason.

That was about it though, the rest was just stressful mildly-nightmarish attempts to get them back. Woke up before it was decided one way or another.

I thought I was the only person who had cellar dreams.

Well, someone was mentioned and wasn't actually in the dream. It was a really weird dream too, it featured animated wooden birds that were about three feet tall, with baritone voices, and in the dream they were wise so I had to listen to them and they delivered me a warning about my activities as well as the activities of a fellow dweller, who at the time I really knew nothing of. It was weird.

wow, flint...that's nothing compared to the sick, deviant dreams jinx has about you.

Cicero, don't post so many times per day ... don't post so many times per day ... don't post so many times per day ... [/baritone wooden bird] ;)

Dare I ask who the dweller mentioned was? (I guess I do ... who was it?)

Zen....it wasn't you for once. You are only featured in the really good ones. Except for some reason you always have elaphantitus...
;)

:D

That's not elephantitis ... that's just mild hornymoositis.

quit stalking me, Cic.

That's some craziness. I was thinking about posting a dream I had two nights ago.. I was in some sort of training deal for who knows what, and we were taking briefings from a whole panel of people and our "outside specialist" was Dana. She had a badge and everything. We took a break after someone's briefing, and she came over to say hi. When I realized she shouldn't know what I look like, I woke up.

Very strange.

lol!!! And I'm not even stalking glatt anymore....

You guys are usually pretty on top of things...but lately....I just have to wonder...
Seems like people around here start complaining when I stop doing stuff...."the Cicero who cried wolf".

What do you mean you stopped? That was my dream. Stalker.

*pouts* i never get stalked.

mmm...ok. Weird. Moving on.....

Maybe I should have thrown a smiley face in there. Sometimes my weird sense of humor ends up just being weird.

I didn't dream about the Cellar last night for once.

I was in the US though - at a college there that sells degrees. Richard Hammond (Top Gear) and I were investigating claims that one of The Apprentice candidates from this year bought her degree there. I was hiding in a really tall tree in campus gathering evidence and Diz was with me. He isn't used to being in trees and fell off, landing about 100 feet below. I figured as he is such a light cat he would be ok, and he did trot off quite happily.

Cellarfornia dreamin'
(The Mofos and the Po-pos)

If you're going to Cellarfornia better get a good price for Mr Tumnus...

That's how I know it's ok to stalk, I mean, talk to you...:D

What's so wrong about this?
Isn't this what every woman dreams of?

I have never, I repeat, never, dreamed of Pac-man sitting on my bedside table. :headshake

Jinx has a pompadour!
Must be all the protein from that facemask, it gets everywhere you know.

I had a horrible dream last night.

I was married to some dude that wasn't Dazza, and he was supposed to pick the kids up, but he didn't and then I found out that some chick he'd been fucking was supposed to have picked them up, but then my neighbour (one of the good ones) picked them up at 11pm after finding them hiding in the school yard.

Then we were having this argument on top of a building in the city and the kids were there. We heard an explosion and he said, "that's the fourth floor being blown out". The argument just went on like nothing had happened, and then all of a sudden the building started toppling. The last thing I remember in the dream was screaming, "I love you" to my kids as the skyline when all skewed and and then we were all headed for the ground.

I believe that's a towel wrapped around my hair. And is that... cucumbers on my eyes? Flint, you think of everything.

wish we could make this dream into reality!

I must admit I remember one Cellar dream. For some reason we were all meeting somewhere, and each dwellar had his/her own booth, like a convention. And it was huge, not unlike a Chinese job fair. I was looking for one person in particular, and I saw him. He had on a hat with his name on it. Not his real name, his Cellar name. That's all I remember. Oh, and then we had wild sex. Yeah.

but, i don't wear hats.

I had to draw one on in MSPaint.

I think the next Whale Penis has emerged.

Alright- I had a very cellar dream last night and everyone was in it!! It was so screwed up...We were all working at the same software company and I had just gotten hired (barely). We still communicated mostly by way of the cellar even though we were right next to each other in our little cubicles. Everyone started posting highly distorted photos of me on the cellar, (because I was the noob at the company) and then I showed up to work in a bikini, and for some reason, LJ was handing cocktails out at a hawaiian type drink stand, as the resident office-party bartender. We were using keyboards at the company with 5 keys that were incredibly not user friendly...We went back and forth inbetween the regular office computers in our tiny work-stations and the 5 key hand-held computer to do work...Sorry...just weirdness...but it was so vivid that I remember most of it. Wow...

And you were there, and you, and you. ;)

Great dream, Cicero.

that's funny. and freaky. now let's look into your soul. who's cubicles were in what order?

My cubicle would have been in the parking garage, 'cause everyone hates me. :lol2:

that is just not true. hardcorebondageslut seemed to like you quite a bit.

ummmmm, hardcorebondageslut. She's good in soup.

Continued....cellar software company weird dream:
I was right next to lab for some reason, and she didn't speak to me but I mostly recognized her from the back. (it was her hair folks, not what you are thinking) I think I was across from UT and I have to admit...Shawnee was one of a couple people running around doing stuff which would indicate that she was middle-management? Not sure....

I did not even have a window spot....Ut was backed up by a window but not facing it.

There were large, open area, bays so you could see the tops of everyones heads...they were all from the cellar.

soup ... stock... stocks ... bondage ...

So, you would recognize most Cellar dwellars from seeing just the tops of their heads?

Better than how I recognized Labrat (from the back of her head)...lol!
:D j/k

You could see their faces too because the walls of the cubes were so low. Anyone standing up could see everyone in their bays from the top of their head and faces.....not that I recognized everyone....I just knew they were all from the cellar...

I don't know. I learned from working in the college cafeteria to walk around really fast and carry a rag, like you're on your way to do something but you're really not (unless by something you mean raiding the cereal room or making out with the student manager in the basement...did I just say that out loud?) :lol:

Middle management uses the same technique, but with a clipboard.

LOL! That's what you were doing!! Walking around really fast through the whole place! Busy body!!! Not sure if you were actually doing anything but looking at us pee-ons in our cubes! Ummm...there wasn't any ummm....action however...how dull.
:D

I must have been takin' care of business. teeheee

Right....Right...Didn't you get the memo?!?
:)

Yeah, but I ate it.

Oh Auntie Em, there's no place like home,.

Here's one for you. I met someone in a dream and then met them face to face two days later. I never brought it up, what would they have thought?

No kidding Mocking......That happened to me at a job. They recognized me too but didn't know from where. I didn't tell them that it was a dream....because they would think I was nutso!! Same goes for you!( Or that you are coming onto them in a creepy fashion, depending on the circumstance.)

Yea...don't bring it up unless they do first.


Why should they know that? There's really no good reason...Chances are they wouldn't be able to handle the information. Or there is a chance that you really are crazy.
:)

Oh I always tell people things like that - you'd think I'd learn from the looks I've got over the years. I'm a bit like Luna Lovegood IRL, just without the blonde hair.

I was in a conversation with the manager of another department once and told him, "You were in my dream the other night. You were really friendly." He went bright red and the story came up regularly as long as I worked there - I had had a sexual dream about this man and told him in front of all his team. Completely inaccurate but I can see why it was more fun to tell it that way.

Or you could be a laughing-stock as Sundae suggests......

Not starring Dwellars, but definitely Cellar inspired last night.

I dreamed I saw my hero Mark Gatiss walking down Walton Street in Aylesbury. I smiled at him, he smiled politely back and walked on. I then "woke" realised it had been a dream and told my new family (see below), joking that if I saw him in real life he might recognise me from the dream. Lo and behold, I had no sooner finished telling them, than Mark Gatiss, dressed in an impeccable 3 piece tweed suit with a bowler hat and cane - exactly as in my dream - came walking down the road. So I approached him and he smiled in recognition and said, "Don't tell me - 1966?" Which I decently ignored as making no sense and told him about the last time I had seen him IRL at the Old Vic.

The majority of the dream was taken up by the fact my family were moving house, and I realised I had 4 half brothers and sisters I had never met (although they were still both my parents' children) and Mum was pregnant with another child. Yet we were moving into a 2 bedroomed house. Very irresponsible given that it would be 8 children and 2 adults - I think this came from the Right to Life thread.

I just woke up, and I thought I'd better post this real quick before I forget about it.

Last night I had a dream that I was at the mall doing some Christmas shopping, when all of a sudden LJ turned up and started asking me to buy a car. I told him there was no way I could afford to buy a car right now, but he kept insisting. Eventually, he pulled out his guitar and started singing about how cars make the best gifts for Christmas - just like those commercials on tv with the big red bows on top of the Lexuses. Finally, Sundae and Jinx showed up and told him he couldn't sing to me anymore because there were other Dwellars waiting their turn for LJ to sing to them instead.

Not a spectacularly exciting dream, but an amusing way to start a Monday morning.

lol choco! nice one...I had a cellar dream about chat last night, but the details have mostly faded off now, maybe I'll get another dose of clarity later today