Cellar Dreamin'
I freely admit that it is weird as hell, but last night, I dreamed that LJ and Jinx - and their kids - showed up at my house unannounced, and proceeded to throw a party. It was a *great* party, world class, in fact, and featured bonfires, sliding on a frozen pond, and cast members of various home improvement shows. There may also have been a couple of other notables, and even a few other Cellarites, but things started to get weird pretty quickly (like the original concept wasn't weird enough).
I can only attribute this to the stress of being forcibly separated from my Cellar community during work hours.
Now, what about the rest of you? Anyone else here ever dream about The Cellar or its denizens? Please tell me I'm not alone in my somnabulent psychosis.
I used to dream about killing or beating the crap out a lot of Dwellars back in the day. I haven't had a Cellar dream in ages, though.
I remember posting about one I had doing security for some concert with a couple Cellar folks.. it was a good time.
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and after some digging...
Last night was nuts.. one of those long dreams that seem like they won't ever end..
I was at a concert trying to keep the scuzz from sneaking in by jumping fences and crap, and bruce was helpin me out, along with glatt, bigv, ibram, and flint. Everytime I looked at one of ya'll your name in green type would appear over your body. And bruce, you were freakin sweet man. This crazy chick kept comin after me tryin to bite me and scratch me and crap, and you took her down with a taser pistol every time she'd come after me (~10 times i'm guessing). Then the show started and we all chilled on the lawn and drank coronas.
good times with cellarites
you know you've been a cellar member too long when....
I dream about skysidhe almost every night. I dream that she is the queen of the Faerie, and lives in the gloaming........ In the dreams, she is surrounded by muzzlin that blows in a swirl around her, and Jimi Hendrix music plays soflty in the background. She holds a doberman puppy in her left hand and a staff topped with little pink butterfly wings in her right. She always says the same thing to me. It's too beautiful and personal to share with you all in such a public way, but I always wake up weeping.
I never have.
Until last night. Sort of. (You probably made me do it by starting this thread.)
Background: I'm in sunny Savannah, GA (approx. 40 degrees warmer than Philadelphia) at a conference. My flight was uneventful, but painful in that my ears never popped when we landed. I
don't sleep fabulously well in hotels in the best of circumstances and last night was fitful.. by the time I woke up I had a massive headache and lots of congestion. (I have now drugged myself courtesy of the hotel gift shop and I'm optimistic that I will feel up to attending the opening lecture at 1PM.)
So anyway... in my dream.. I am at wolf's office, where I apparently also work. (Wolf herself never makes an appearance.) I am a bit hungry, and I notice there is a box full of yummy donuts, so I decide to have one. Then I notice that a pot of coffee has just started to brew, so I decide to wait for the coffee to finish so I can have a cup and a donut together. While I'm waiting, I head back to my office, which bears a suspicious resemblance to the guest bedroom at my parents' house. My (and wolf's) boss comes in and starts criticizing me for the number of maps I have. As he says this, I suddenly realize that the bed, nightstand, and dresser are just covered in road maps, topographical maps, etc. etc.
I then realize that the coffee is probably ready so the boss and I go back to the other room to pour ourselves some coffee. As I drink the coffee, I start thinking that since I've visited Undertoad's office and had coffee there [never really happened], and also at richlevy's [also never really happened], I should make it a goal to have a cup of coffee at the workplaces of as many Dwellars as possible.
No offense, Elspode, but if I'm going to be this suggestible, why can't you suggest a more "interesting" dream? (I think you know what I'm talking about.)
I hesitate to discuss my dreams about LabRat, Sundae Girl, Case, Bri and so many of the other Cellar ladies, but do feel free to improvise as you see - or, rather, dream fit.
I dream about skysidhe almost every night. I dream that she is the queen of the Faerie, and lives in the gloaming........ In the dreams, she is surrounded by muzzlin that blows in a swirl around her, and Jimi Hendrix music plays soflty in the background. She holds a doberman puppy in her left hand and a staff topped with little pink butterfly wings in her right. She always says the same thing to me. It's too beautiful and personal to share with you all in such a public way, but I always wake up weeping.
lol
no that's not MY dream lj. * kicks you in the knee cap*
* wipes the drippy sticky sarcasm off * hehe funny though:)
I quite pleased to say that I've never dreamed about any of you. I can't quite imagine dreaming about an internet site.
Dont lie Ali, you've have dreams about me!!
I know you have.
Sssshhh Ducky! I told you not to tell them what we've been....err...ummm...just be quiet will you!!!
lol
no that's not MY dream lj. * kicks you in the knee cap*
* wipes the drippy sticky sarcasm off * hehe funny though:)
actually, i was just checking to see if you really had me on your ignore list. guess not.
actually, i was just checking to see if you really had me on your ignore list. guess not.
I knew you were. I fell for it like a bee on honey too!
I did remove you from my ignore list in the light of your long overdue worship of my faireness. :)
I hesitate to discuss my dreams about LabRat, Sundae Girl, Case, Bri and so many of the other Cellar ladies, but do feel free to improvise as you see - or, rather, dream fit.
Were they wet?
worship is exactly the word i would have chosen. [COLOR=Blue][COLOR=DarkRed]I[/COLOR] [/COLOR]didn't feel like I could be so forward, though. I [COLOR=DarkRed]know[/COLOR] you have been offended by my jibes and jests, and I t[COLOR=Black]ru[/COLOR]st that you realize [COLOR=DarkRed]that[/COLOR] my em[COLOR=Black]o[/COLOR]tional instability leads me to try to hurt those that i admire. [COLOR=DarkRed]You [/COLOR][COLOR=DarkRed]must[/COLOR] have [COLOR=DarkRed]be[/COLOR]en able to discern that for yourself, I'm sure. [COLOR=DarkRed]Crazy[/COLOR] as it sounds, I admire the hell out of you.
worship is exactly the word i would have chosen. [COLOR=Blue][COLOR=DarkRed]I[/COLOR] [/COLOR]didn't feel like I could be so forward, though. I [COLOR=DarkRed]know[/COLOR] you have been offended by my jibes and jests, and I t[COLOR=Black]ru[/COLOR]st that you realize [COLOR=DarkRed]that[/COLOR] my em[COLOR=Black]o[/COLOR]tional instability leads me to try to hurt those that i admire. [COLOR=DarkRed]You [/COLOR][COLOR=DarkRed]must[/COLOR] have [COLOR=DarkRed]be[/COLOR]en able to discern that for yourself, I'm sure. [COLOR=DarkRed]Crazy[/COLOR] as it sounds, I admire the hell out of you.
You just slipped back into stupid lj. The energy it took to highlight those words is obsessional at best. Anyone can see it if they quote your post. Hey guys check it out. Quote his post and just see the enormous effort it takes one guy to be a childish cunt.
What kind of loser goes to such extremes? haha. I'm laughing at you now. damn what a shame :)
Your'e back on ignore. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and you've proven yourself to be worthless once again. * click*
Were they wet?
I'm sure that, if I were allowed sufficient close access to these lovelies, they would be.
Oh...oh my. You were referencing my *dreams*, weren't you? Whoops.:blush:
People from the Cellar regularly feature in my dreams. I often seem to Guest Star characters as aspects of myself, or to represent the way I feel about current situations. I reckon someone online fits the bill pretty well when I have limited contact with large personalities in real life.
I've related two of my Cellar dreams
here.
I also dreamed quite recently that someone told me Wolf was Bruce's ex-wife. Apparantly she had left him, but was still very protective of him. I was really annoyed in the dream, that there had been this whole other dynamic going on and everyone had been aware of it but me. I was obsessively trying to remember all my responses to both of them to see if I'd put my foot in it.
If either of my ex's were on the board, believe me, everyone would know about it, very quickly. :comp1:
You just slipped back into stupid lj. The energy it took to highlight those words is obsessional at best.
yeah, whew. I'm still tired from it. whew....all that clicking. oh, and the pointing. I thought it was worth the effort, though. i know I got a laugh out of at least one or two dwellars, too.
i hope you know that i don't actually think you're crazy. Not like ...should be institutionalized, crazy. You're definitley a little bit crazy, but so am I and so are we all. but especially you. In a good way though! I like the way that you're crazy. I know it sounds nuts, but I really am bonkers for your style. kuckoo, if you will, for skysidhe puffs.
I thought it was worth the effort, though. i know I got a laugh out of at least one or two dwellars, too.
oh shit, it was good for me man. You are an hilarious bastrad. makes me think twice about deep sixing my internets connection.
I'd pay $14.95 for a "best of LJ" posts book.
Why not Lj , to much pointing , clicking , copy and pasteing ???
no, too much vanity. my head is big enough, thnx
Exactly what would be expected from someone with such an enormous cock.
oh shit, it was good for me man. You are an hilarious bastrad. makes me think twice about deep sixing my internets connection.
I'd pay $14.95 for a "best of LJ" posts book.
Exactly what would be expected from someone with such an enormous cock.
You like the ole status quo because your on his good side?
You think he likes his cock? No, I am sure he imagines he has a vagina inside all those fat folds between his legs. He's an idiot to anyone with a brain.
Now before I get sick on all the poison the fat one likes to spew I might just give you a kick and leave. Shit like this isn't worth it.
and leave.
Ya promise ??!!??
You think he likes his cock? No, ...
Well
, I like his cock... so at least he's got that going for him. :rolleyes:
You like the ole status quo because your on his good side?
You think he likes his cock? No, I am sure he imagines he has a vagina inside all those fat folds between his legs. He's an idiot to anyone with a brain.
Now before I get sick on all the poison the fat one likes to spew I might just give you a kick and leave. Shit like this isn't worth it.
I'm not taking sides. I'm just making jokes. Its my job. I defend neither LJ nor you, SS. I get along with pretty much everyone. I'm terminally Libra.
There have been rare exceptions, but most have them have been much, much over the line. Some people's lines are drawn closer in than others.
BTW...was the fat thing aimed at me, too? 'Cause its true you know. I'm fat. Old and fat. And funny.
ew, damn. rough visual.
careful, sky. people will say that you have something of a dark side.
dude, stop thinking about my cock.
It always seems to come to this, doesn't it?
He's an idiot to anyone with a brain.
Don't flatter yourself.
You just slipped back into stupid lj. ...Your'e back on ignore. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and you've proven yourself to be worthless once again. * click*
Is this sarcasm, or are you serious?
If it's sarcasm, please say so. But, judging by the responses, I'm geussing you are serious.
:chill: :chill:
Take 2 and wait to post till morning.
Oh, and to get BACK ON TOPIC...
I don't recall dreaming of any Cellarites lately. Daydreaming, yes :blush: *, but not at night.
[SIZE="1"]* I am so gonna get the 3rd degree for this from hubby once he sees this...[/SIZE]
SG urged me to mention this, so here goes:
Over the weekend I had a Cellar dream. It ended up being kind of a sporting event, but I knew some Cellarites would be there. There were long brick buildings with different team names printed on them, and I was looking for one dwellar in particular (I don't know why, I don't normally lust after people's typing.) I ended up seeing him in some event, with his CELLAR NAME on his hat. I went up and said "I knew you'd be here" and he gave me the sweetest little kiss.
Beyond that, I'm not saying a word. See, nothing good comes of cutting out the drinking: I sleep harder and dream better...or dream harder and sleep better (except I am penisless.) :mg: :heartpump :biglaugha
I had another LJ dream this weekend. This was the weirdest one yet. Bear with me because the dream went through a couple of changes.
Brianna made a cake for the Cellar and iced it to look like Lumberjim's belly. It was hairy and had a belly button on the side (not sure why, perhaps to make it look like he was standing up?)
Now for some reason it was at my house, and I was laughing and joking with other Dwellars about how I wasn't going to bring it in (we all seemed to work together) but was going to eat it all myself. The website was more like an open window than the real version, so I was clowning around, pretending to lick the belly, and everyone could see me.
Then it shifted and the cake was actually mine, and I was only talking to Brianna and Lumberjim. I wanted to carry on the innuendo, but the truth was I really wasn't hungry, and the idea of taking even a bite of the cake frankly revolted me. I knew if either of them saw me pulling a face while eating they would be really offended, so I went all coy and said I'd leave it until I was on my own.
At that point it shifted again, and it turned out that in fact it was a representation of LJ's real belly, done with skin grafts and clones and electrodes and things. I know - but it made sense in the dream. Anyway, if I touched the belly in front of me, LJ would feel it on his real belly. I was delighted with the potential for naughtiness, and was trying to work out the time difference in order to cause maximum embarrassment... And then I woke up.
(Elements in this dream include a
current Skoda advert where they make a car out of cake,
the IoTD of the "skin" shoe, Bri posting about cake making and LJ trying to lose some weight)
Sounds like a nightmare to me.
except I am penisless
Have I mentioned that the fact that you are penisless is, like, the first reason that I want you?
Probably the only reason. ;)
Hey HLJ....can you please stop being so critical of me in my dreams???
Last nite I was dreaming that you and a couple of other dwellars were discussing my failures in the romance department and the others were saying how they couldnt understand it....coz I'm great n stuff (I embellished a little ok) and YOU were all...."but she would be serious high maintenance. I dont think the pay off would be worth it"
You broke my little heart. :sniff:
You bumped a year old thread to address HLJ about a dream? He who hasn't posted in this thread and might not have seen it otherwise?...yet here it is.
Your dreams deserve a thread all by itself. :)
Hey HLJ....can you please stop being so critical of me in my dreams???
Last nite I was dreaming that you and a couple of other dwellars were discussing my failures in the romance department and the others were saying how they couldnt understand it....coz I'm great n stuff (I embellished a little ok) and YOU were all...."but she would be serious high maintenance. I dont think the pay off would be worth it"
You broke my little heart. :sniff:
DN - now I feel bad. I might have to leave the Cellar forever. I didn't mean to --- hey, wait. What does high maintenance mean? I'm going to have to give this some serious thought.
I thought about creating a new thread, but then I wouldnt want the *popular* kids to be bitching about me creating new threads that belong in ones that are already here.
HLJ is around and he better bloody read this thread!!
Yeah, look at the time stamp. I was typing and got distracted :p
[COLOR=Silver]I'm standing right behind you.[/COLOR]
If you were she'd feel it.
I thought about creating a new thread, but then I wouldnt want the *popular* kids to be bitching about me creating new threads that belong in ones that are already here.
I've spent the last hour asking myself, "Who in the Cellar could be more popular than Ducks?" I can't think of anybody. Can you?
I had a dream that I was going with Zippy to New Orleans to pick up my best friend at the airport, which is weird because one, I don't know him, and two, we are 150 miles from LAX and about 2000 from New Orleans
I have that effect on people
Ducks, you didn't answer my question: what do you mean by high maintenance?
Fucked if I know HLJ, you said it!!!
What did you mean by high maintenance?
I have that effect on people
LOL
Fucked if I know HLJ, you said it!!!
What did you mean by high maintenance?
High maintenance means "hotter than f*ck"
that's you, ducky!
Fucked if I know HLJ, you said it!!!
What did you mean by high maintenance?
I was just finding a lot of irony in the situation, if you know what I mean.
Last night I dreamed that HM and I went to the seaside. He had friends in the area (Portsmouth in the dream, but nothing like it in reality) and I was very unhappy that he kept leaving me alone to go out with them. I was babysitting Anakin Skywalker and for some reason you could tell when the tide was coming in because it looked like milk.
I'd proposed something in the Cellar about ? matching human based silicone with DNA ? Made sense in the dream. It turned out it was actually possible and there was a new store that was selling "created humans".
And Brianna - completely English - was the hostess of one of these new outlets where you could design your ideal partner. But weirdly I was telling her about all the benefits, as if I was still posting in the Cellar. Like, you can choose a woman 5 foot 8 but give her really long legs and the ability to walk well in heels, or a short but curvy blonde who likes to grow her hair long etc etc
Then it switched to the guy who'd made the scientific breakthrough, who lived in that town. Sadly he was a paedophile and the technology was only discovered when social services were tipped off by neighbours about the amount of children that seemed to be living in the flat - he'd been creating and refining them to suit his own perverse needs.
At this point, Bri was my co-detective, like Cagney and Lacey, going in and interviewing these ?sim? children. It was all very traumatic in mood, but once we entered the flat the dream became very cartoony and my one remaining image is of a dog humping the chair and Bri and I assuming that this was also a "construct".
glad I could help! ;)
What am I like being completely English? Better manners, cooler clothes, that sort of thing? I hope I wasn't a Mrs.Moneypenny type----!
:f58:
You were the perfect hostess for a business that traded on looks.
VERY tall, long curly red hair- immaculately coiffed - and yes, you were in a grey pencil-skirted suit. Not Miss Moneypenny though - I have to admit when you first featured in the dream you were quite a pushy saleswoman.
It changed though, when we became co-crusaders. You were still driven, but more compassionate.
Damn - just remembered the prior part where I was on Big Brother and had to move a wooden structure without using my hands as a task. Sigh - it's all identifiable, if twisted.
I dream about skysidhe almost every night. I dream that she is the queen of the Faerie, and lives in the gloaming........ In the dreams, she is surrounded by muzzlin that blows in a swirl around her, and Jimi Hendrix music plays soflty in the background. She holds a doberman puppy in her left hand and a staff topped with little pink butterfly wings in her right. She always says the same thing to me. It's too beautiful and personal to share with you all in such a public way, but I always wake up weeping.
lol'ing right back at ya!
Lj--that was a Stevie Nicks music video, not a dream.
Dreaming about Cellarites most you have never met? now that is wacked. Talk about a play on your sensibility.
Dreaming about Cellarites most you have never met? now that is wacked. Talk about a play on your sensibility.
I refer you to my previous answer. But if you can't be bothered to go back and read it, my basic point is that people in my dreams are often there to represent parts of myself, or situations in my life. My last Cellar dream also featured Anakin Skywalker, and other dreams frequently star my favourite actors/ comedians.
I know the dream about Mum dying last night was influenced by Doctor Who, which I watched earlier in the evening. Still trying to puzzle out why it was set in Asda.
Why is it odd for people accquainted via the internet to dream about eachother?
Dreaming about Cellarites most you have never met? now that is wacked.
More wacked than threatening to beat up someone you never will meet? :eyebrow:
Dreaming about Cellarites most you have never met? now that is wacked.
Not as wacked as I was in that dream about your wife with the latex gloves and the tub of vaseline.
I hope she was gentle with you.
I hardly ever remember my dreams. But just the other night I dreamt that I was at the vet's office with the dog waiting our turn. The vet comes to take us back to the examination room and I'm thinking the vet looks familiar. Then I recognize her. It's Sundae Girl.
Which of course has me confused. Why is she in the states? Which is how some dreams are. I had no confusion with her being our vet, just that she was in the US.
Must have put me in some mental turmoil cause that's when I woke up.
BTW, Sundae Girl looks good in a vet's smock.
I dreamed about men last night.
No real surprise.
But the last dream before dawn was that I was in my old flat (now deserted and pretty much derelict). There were four of us playing a card game in which we'd all been given an initial stake, and one person in each ?round? won what was bet. So no-one really lost, but someone gained.
At the beginning of the dream I was being seduced (pawed at) by one of the guys I work with in the bar. It wasn't really him and later he changed to the friend of an ex boyfriend. Anyway, he was one of the four. I noticed Bruce was keeping an eye on him. Bruce? Yes, Bruce was overseeing the game. As the dream went on I realised Bruce was a marriage broker, who was setting me up with a dowry so I was able to choose my own husband. He was fixing the game so I won more often than anyone else, he had put up my initial stake and had persuaded an old friend of mine - years ago - to set up a trust fund in my name. At the time of the deam I had about £18k to my name although I didn't know about it until the statement was passed to me at the gaming table.
I cashed up immediately and went down to the kitchen to change into my new clothes, now that I knew I had a secure future. Bruce followed to make sure no-one disturbed me and I was trying to log into an ancient computer to get the words to God Is Love - which I was convinced Bruce wanted to hear. At that point the other man appeared again and tried to get back into my good books by stroking my hair. At that point I woke up to find Dylan lying along my side, playing with my hair with his paw.
Another early morning dream where it is pretty clear where all the elements came from!
*bump*
Just in case Bruce needs to know you love him. :)
So apparently Lil Lookout is a 21 year old kendo champion with a highly involved Dad who gives advice in Buddha speak.:eyebrow:
Weirdly, I dreamed of the Cellar early this morning. Not surprising, it was the last thing I saw before I went to sleep and Diz woke me at 06.40 so I was shallow dreaming.
I dreamed I was sat with Dwellars in a bar, and Merc was claiming women couldn't row. There was no point in them doing it because they lacked the vital equipment. Apparently he meant brains and determination, but Lookout were joking that it was a penis.
In my dream, Merc was an outrageous sexist - not in a jokey way, he really believed that women were mothers of children and housekeepers and anything a woman did other than that made her a dyke.
I was trying to row a boat across the floor, but I couldn't work out which way I was supposed to be facing. It was really hard and I gave up almost immediately and everyone was really disappointed in me because they secretly felt I'd proved Merc's point.
*bump*
Just in case Bruce needs to know you love him. :)
So apparently Lil Lookout is a 21 year old kendo champion with a highly involved Dad who gives advice in Buddha speak.:eyebrow:
LOL! That's awesome Griff.
Last night, I dreamt that Ducknuts moved to the US and lived close to me. We started hanging out and spending alot of time together, but not in a romantic way - I never get the girl. Ali came to visit Ducks. Every time Ali came into the room where Ducks and I were, she would kind of blush and excuse herself, assuming that Ducks and I were a couple, and wanted to be alone together. When she left, Ducks and I would look at each other and crack up laughing.
One weird thing was that Ducks had these incredible, powder-blue eyes, not like her real-life eyes.
- I never get the girl.
wanna know why, maybe?
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One weird thing was that Ducks had these incredible, powder-blue eyes, not like her real-life eyes.
first i was like :eek: then i :biglaugha
I had my usual Saturday lie-in. It gives me peculiar dreams because I drift in and out of sleep.
This morning my dreams were many layered as usual. I'll try to extract the Cellar parts without making them any more incoherent than they actually were.
I was shopping for a present for Bruce. I was in a shop that sold small and interesting things of the kind I adore I and I thought Bruce would too. However once I was there with money in my pocket and ready to buy I realised it was all knick-knacks and gee-gaws and just plain tat. The few things that still looked interesting were really expensive and too heavy to ship.
I found a couple of things I liked in the end and went to the counter, where they remembered me from when I shopped there regularly. They brought out a special edition bowl from under the counter that they thought I might like - it was a funny shape and designed so it was perfect for either tea (drinking out of) toast or cereal. That seemed like such a cool concept that I bought three - one for Bruce, one for me and one for a future present for someone.
Later in the dream I was at Jinx & LJ's. They had a huge tract of land and a huge extended family to match. They were putting on a show and persuaded me to be in it. It was a really hot and sunny day and I felt really drowsy and half blinded by the sun. There were thousands of people there, set in a natural amphitheatre and we were on a tiny rickety half rotting stage. People were actually camping out and having BBQs and picnics and stuff. The show certainly didn't live up to this level of attendance. It was obviously made up on the spot and the acts petered out like those children put on for their friends with no preparation. I was with two other women dressed in black and white and we just did a made up rather stupid dance.
Afterwards (and after some dream shifts) I was walking and talking to LJ. It was still really hot but it was evening and the feel was even more drowsy. We were talking about the previous year (maybe two years before) when I spent most of the summer in his company. I remembered that we used to go for long walks in the long grass and he would lie on top of me and we'd dry hump. We pretended it had been quite innocent but in my dream I knew both of us had snuck away every second we could spare to just lay close and talk and touch eachother without taking our clothes off pretending it meant it was okay.
I remembered that summer I was so horny I could barely walk down the street without having to grind against something, and that I'd supposedly been having a relationship with Bruce at that time.
There was something else about peaches - waiting for them to fall in Ireland. Can't remember that bit.
I brought up the subject of LJ's wife and he was puzzled for a second because I used her real name (can't remember what it was in the dream - not the real one anyway). Then he said something like, "Oh you always called her Jinx in those days!" and I thought, "Yes, that was to stop me feeling guilty!"
The dream went on, away from the Cellar (mixing in America's Next Top Model and Big Brother as it happens).
I know what the dream was really about emotionally, and Cellar characters were standing in for other people to an extent. The drowsy feeling of the land and the grass and the orchard were very potent though. I slept til 11.00!
Weirdly, I dreamed of the Cellar early this morning. Not surprising, it was the last thing I saw before I went to sleep and Diz woke me at 06.40 so I was shallow dreaming.
I dreamed I was sat with Dwellars in a bar, and Merc was claiming women couldn't row. There was no point in them doing it because they lacked the vital equipment. Apparently he meant brains and determination, but Lookout were joking that it was a penis.
In my dream, Merc was an outrageous sexist - not in a jokey way, he really believed that women were mothers of children and housekeepers and anything a woman did other than that made her a dyke.
I was trying to row a boat across the floor, but I couldn't work out which way I was supposed to be facing. It was really hard and I gave up almost immediately and everyone was really disappointed in me because they secretly felt I'd proved Merc's point.
Ok now that is funny as hell, even if it isn't true. BTW, I am hardly a sexist. :D
Didn't mean to suggest you were Merc.
It's just in the dream, you were and everyone knew it.
My dreams assign random roles to people all the time. In fact the less face to face contact I have with the person, the more likely they are to guest star. Simon Pegg has been really horrible to me in my dreams.
I've had about 3 dreams (including last night) where I'm being chased/terrorized by zombies in the last month. Can't think of any reason for it...
Also I dreamed my ex b/f told my family I'm bisexual. It pissed me off so bad I wanted to hit him when I saw him that morn (roomies and exes woo!)
I also had a dream the night before that was proof I'm bi. :blush:
wanna know why, maybe?
You're still a dick, I see.
Last night I had a dream that I was bicycling down a long, tree-lined road, when all of a sudden I could see LabRat ahead in the distance. I pedaled faster and saw that she had her two (?) kids with her. (I have no clue where the second kid came from.) I said hello, and we made small talk for a few minutes. The kids told me they had to go home and give their dog a bath, and said their dog thought baths were "delightful!" By some odd dream logic, I knew the dog was Pilau, so I told them I hoped the bath was delightful, for his sake. Then LabRat invited me to dinner before making a sharp left turn and leaving me alone on the tree-lined road.
I woke early, thanks to the fact that Diz demands to be let up on the windowsill as soon as he wakes up, so I've found it easier now to leave the curtains open a little. I can doze when the light comes in, I can't doze through a cat dynamo trying to take off my eye mask and take out my ear plugs (he really does - the eye mask is a wake up thing, the ear plugs are a bizarre fascination for him).
Anyway, this means I get to doze for the best part of three hours, and often have lucid dreams. It was the Cellar's turn this morning.
It started off that I'd been away for a while, but was coming back to my family's land. We had a holiday home that had been destroyed (by floods?) so were rebuilding it as a treehouse. While I'd been away, a friend had borrowed my boat. trouble is, we'd fallen out and they'd gone to the newspapers because it was a council boat and they were claiming I had gone on long trips at the public's expense. I'd just got the official investigation back, and it was obvious that while I was away (hospital I think) they had loaned it out to all their friends. I was in the clear, but still angry.
Anyway, we were pottering about on our part of the river (as it was now). Dylan was back, looking gorgeous, and I remembered that in fact both cats loved to swim. They were swimming about with my dog, a lovely black collie. My brother was a toddler again and I was carrying him round. My sister and I were playing a really simple word game, and cheating, and arguing about it.
We stopped for a picnic on what at first was quite derelict decking, but which became a lovely well-equipped place by the river as the dream went on. There I saw the three people involved in the boat scam, but they were actually teenagers. This didn't surprise me, and I took full advantage of my adult wits and strength and confiscated all their drink because they were underage. I gave the girl a "beer shampoo", upending bottles of Becks over her head while singing "Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair" to teach her to keep her nosde clean (?). Terrible bullying behaviour.
Anyway at this point it turned into a welcome home party. I had been in hospital after all, and it hadn't been certain I'd pull through. Zippy was the first to arrive - as is to be expected when I'd borrowed from his posts for the setting. From then on there was a rush. Wolf was definitely there - I introduced her to my Mum as I knew they'd get on immediately. Onxy Cougar was too, all done up in purple feathers. Shawnee was there and my mouth dropped open - I couldn't believe I was finally meeting her. She had light brown permed hair and a really 80s brown suede jacket - nothing like the real Shawnee, but I was so happy in the dream. Brianna (who I wasn't as amazed to see for some reason?!) had long red hair in plaits. She was in a cropped t-shirt and short denim shorts with braces (suspenders) and looked like a pin-up. Classicman was there, with a whole raft (not literally) of children in tow. Cloud and Cicero were there together, laughing at the fact they had the same colour hair - like they'd never met before.
I saw Jinx and Jim arrive, but they were snuck off. I was again so excited to see them, but pretended I hadn't because I knew they were preparing a surprise for me. Jinx was tiny - like Posh Spice - and Jim was HUGE, about 6 foot 6 and the same across, he looked like her bodyguard, except that he moved really lightly, not like a really muscle bound guy.
There was only one Aussie there I'm afraid. I think it was ZenGum, but he was wearing a veil. We kissed through the veil and he promised to take it off later and kiss me properly!
I was so happy - my parents had invited everyone (sorry Bruce, guess I woke up before you got there!) And I had both my cats and my baby brother, and a gorgeous holiday home. Sigh.
That is great!
Don't you wish we could videotape our dreams? I amazed at some of the things I dream about, and sometimes sad that either I woke up and it wasn't real or that I can't remember enough of it.
I dreamt of an orgy last night and its ALL THE CELLARS FAULT, what with posts about swinging and then those weird porn pictures. SHEESH.
For real, I did.
I dreamt of an orgy last night and its ALL THANKS TO THE CELLAR, what with posts about swinging and then those weird porn pictures. SHEESH.
For real, I did.
That's what you meant, surely?
Maybe you just finished Sundae's dream, after her parents went to bed.
In the early hours this morning I dreamed I'd moved to Kenya. I hadn't packed anything suitable and was swimming in my underwear. My underwear was actually far nicer than my swimsuit irl, but then I was really quite slim in the dream.
I'd been posting details about my trip on a blog, but then my BFF's husband came up and started talking to me about this and I realised I'd just beem posting on someone's forum. He said he knew my real name from Classicman, who he was in touch with, If he'd worked it out so easily, then other people would too. I was far too naiive.
Don't you wish we could videotape our dreams? I amazed at some of the things I dream about, and sometimes sad that either I woke up and it wasn't real or that I can't remember enough of it.
See one of the best movies ever made "Until the end of the world" by Wim Wenders.
I've been sleeping really badly since I stopped drinking. I mean only about an hour at a time, and then not until gone 02.00, although I'm up at about 09.00-09.30. This has been exacerbated by the fact I've had bad catarrh and sinus problems (I have no voice when I wake up at present).
Anyway, all this has led to shallow sleep and memorable dreams again.
Last night I dreamed that LJ, Jinx and Bri had come to visit me in Aylesbury.
For some reason they had only come for a couple of hours, then were driving back to Manchester to get a plane home. So I was trying to show them as much of Aylesbury as I could, then put them on the right road back.
Oddly, Aylesbury was much bigger, making it more time consuming to view. We had an Abbey, a Cathedral and a choral school. The Abbey grounds were famous, extensive and well worth spending a lot of time in, but I just had to show them the entrance. Also, I noticed the entrance fee was £50, so I was secretly relived we didn't have time to go in.
Jinx was driving, and as we drove round, LJ breathed on the back passenger window and wrote "Jinx's Taxi Service" back to front, so people outside could see it. He left it there as well, which I knew meant that in future, every time the window misted up it would appear.
I was annoyed with him because Jinx really wasn't very well. I was trying to keep everything as brief as possible because I knew she had a long drive ahead of her even after we had finished sightseeing. I do remember at one point though, showing everyone round an old close of houses, which oddly had all their garden furniture and kids' toys in front of the houses - not in a messy way, but as if they were the private back gardens. Jinx and Bri were jumping on people's trampolines and I was worried that someone would come out and have a go - it was a very swish neighbourhood - old money.
We went back to my flat, which I was really looking forward to showing people from the Cellar. It was only really when I left the three Dwellars in my bedroom that I realised it wasn't all that great. The paint was peeling, the carpets were stained and the whole place smelled of damp. As well as everything being in the wrong place and stuff just left untidily about (there was a clothes drier in the hall which had obviously been there ages, stiff clothes hung all over it).
I went to gte them something to eat and drink before they set off, but there was only one can of Diet Coke left. There was vodka in the fridge though, so I swigged it while I poured out the Diet Coke for them. Then made myself a cup of tea and glugged most of the leftover vodka into that. I took the Coke upstairs and handed it round, embarrassed to see by then that the individual glasses were really no bigger than shot glasses. And a two finger KitKat between them. Hmmmm, not a great success.
After that time gets a bit confused. I had to ask them to be quiet because my Mum was in the other room with my borther (a baby, as evidenced by the smell of poopy nappies) and I wasn't supposed to have guests. Then it was morning and I'd fallen asleep in the spare room and Mum was telling me off for not bothering to make up the beds for my guests and because she'd been looking after Jinx who had been sick all night.
That was the end of that dream.
There was another involving a letter to my Mum from someone called Elizabeth Lloyd who was a debt collector. She seemed to have full access to both my bank account and to Bruce's log-in here and on a porn site (and was able to tell when he was online and contacting me). She apologised for upsetting my Mum, but wanted her to know the truth, that Bruce hadn't paid me enough money AND he was contacting other women and that I was being dishonest and sinful. Not sure where it was all connected, but after that I climbed a mountain with the letter in my hand and the dream changed.
I was pleased to wake up from the final dream and see it was time to get up - it was a horrible one, but featured no Dwellars.
I seemed to have hurt my nose (large scratch) and bruised my own eye in my sleep last night. God I wish I had time to see a therapist.
This has happened before, and the recent upsets have brought with it the old problems. Tripped trigger. When am I going to find the time. A regular schedule is out of the question...so this is all fuc**ed. The nightmares are back and they are taking it out on my face.
I had a dream last night that I was playing soccer. While I normally play right defense or central midfield I was forced to play left forward. Being out of position I kept making silly errors. No big deal except I kept growing more flustered as Lumberjim heckled me mercilessly and a whole gathering of dwellars egged him on.
I woke after leaving the field in shame.
as well you should have. slacker. I've seen better moves on dancing with the stars.
HOLY SHIT! I've GOT to get my Ambien refilled pronto!
I've been having nightmares for a week but today - ! ACK!
I got up at six, hung around and then went back to bed at nine-ish. Just woke up now because (here it comes) I dreamt I was at a beach resort in South Carolina (Myrtle?) and I was getting stinking drunk and doing dumb stuff and BRITNEY SPEARS AND HER STUPID LITTLE SISTER WERE DISSIN' ON ME FOR BEING DRUNK AND DISORDERLY!
When Britney Spears is giving you shit because of your behavior in your own private dream, that means something. I don't know what, but something. Probably significant.
Earlier I dreamt I got drunk in front of Sundae and her Mum and Dad and they weren't too happy with me, either.
WT
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I hope you smacked Britney and Jamie-Lynn good. (You didn't just stand there and take it did you???)
I hope you smacked Britney and Jamie-Lynn good. (You didn't just stand there and take it did you???)
Actually, I WANTED to smack those two idiots but I was too drunk to do it. I recall going to a giant liquor store, buying MORE Smirnoff and weaving back to the campsite (another anomaly: I DO NOT camp) trying to avoid all the Marines.
As I said in the happy thread, I told Mum and she forgave you.
The sad thing is she admitted she would have reacted exactly the way you said in your dream - very disapproving and a bad influence!
I was v. ashamed of myself, Sundae. Consequently, I drank MORE to deal with that.
I'd better hit a meeting, eh? :)
Actually, I WANTED to smack those two idiots but I was too drunk to do it. I recall going to a giant liquor store, buying MORE Smirnoff and weaving back to the campsite (another anomaly: I DO NOT camp) trying to avoid all the Marines.
Problems:
1: you don't drink
2: you don't camp
3: you don't avoid marines
Before I tell about my dream can I appologize for my ugliness of a year and a half ago? lol Long time I know but it is never to late to appologize.
So, I never dream unless it is a message? Well, they say dreams are messages and since I have a thick skull maybe that is the only way I can admit or see the truth.
Last night I dreamed of UFO invasion but the crafts look like average jets but they maneuvered like they say UFOs can. I remember putting on layers of clothing and telling those around me to do the same. I watched out the window as they swooped and took over the airspace without a thought in my head only the feeling of awe and only a little fear just resignation that this was the end. I didn't like this dream at all.
I went to an interpretation site.
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I always find when stopping smoking, especially if using nicoteine replacements, that I have very strange and vivid dreams. Funnily enough one of the dreams I most clearly remember from last time, involved an alien invasion of earth.
I don't think it meant anything significant in my case. I watch and read a lot of sci-fi and there's a part of me kind of already exists in a world of phasers and tardises. That's where my subconscious went to. And what's more it really was like being in a movie. A very small part of me worked out that it wasn't entirely real, which allowed me to go with the fear and the adrenaline. It was wonderful. I'd pay money for a trip like that.
I remember very clearly, running with J and someone else, through rows of allotments with their sheds and greenhouses. It was nighttime and we'd only just managed to get clear from the house we'd been in. I think we were trying to get back to Halifax. Whatever was flying above was bombarding the sheds and things get a little confused after that. We made it back to Halifax (to a house, from an earlier life in Bolton, in which it seemed abot 20 of us lived. Very strange) and ended up trapped in the house. Now things shifted to a kind of zombie type film, with things crowding the windows and doors trying to get in to us. There was panic as we realised the upstairs windows were open....then I remembered the patio doors and went running in to shut them.
That's all I recall. Best dream evah. Except for the one I had when I was in my late teens. I had a recurring dream that I woke up as a 28 year old, having been dreaming that I was 18 again. I then lived a very ordinary portion of life before 'going to sleep' and waking up as an 18 year old who'd been dreaming I was 28 :P
I was imbibing strange substances around that time though....it did play with my confidence in reaity somewhat.
True DanaC. It could be the nicotine replacement effects or maybe even simpler.
Maybe wars bother us who are not living among them more than we admit to ourselves.
At least I don't have the real horrible nightmares like visitations from Britney Spears. LOL
actually that is scary :) Even worse than dreaming of going on a date with McCain.
I popped by UT's house to survey his property. He didn't know I was the sub-contactor. With all the other tradesmen going in and out of the place, I just wandered in, set up a borrowed transit in an unused corner bedroom and found his pin within 1/8" of where it shoulda been. He was pretty annoyed that I just walked in and did the job without saying hi first, but he covered it well. I'm pretty sure this means I'm friggin coo coo for cocoa puffs.
Do you do bathroom tile work? How about drywall?
Holy Hell--I just read Griff's post without realizing what thread I'm in.
Do you do bathroom tile work? How about drywall?
Strictly amateur work, but I've done both. What's going on with your house?
Major:
- Complete siding replacement needed, some areas becoming desperate
- Deck unusable: earlier owner painted it, causing wood underneath to rot
Minor:
- 1/4 of plywood soffits are falling away. (Want complete replacement with non-wood product.)
- Earlier soffit replacement attempt did not replace pipe insulation, with the result that kitchen hot water pipe freezes when outside air is 25 or below.
- 4 holes in livingroom drywall, about 1 sq. foot each, from earlier plumbing problem
- Bathroom shower tile in poor condition, UT repair even poorer, only manages to keep water from dripping downstairs and causing...
- Minor drywall damage in UT "office"
- Missing carpet in UT office and hallway to UT office, due to flooding from hot water heater leak
- Front outdoor stairs railings dilapidated and dangerous, need replacement
- Downstairs toilet weak on its mount
Before sale:
- Paint interior to cover candle soot and kitchen grease marks
- Vertical blinds in shitty condition?
Is that "before sale" heading just a ranking of priorities, or are you going to move, Tony?
Edit: Oh, nevermind. I hadn't caught up to the "What's Upsetting You Today?" thread. I hope things get better soon. :(
Holy Hell--I just read Griff's post without realizing what thread I'm in.
I did the same thing! :lol:
- Complete siding replacement needed,
Isn't the old siding T-111? I wonder what kind of 4x8 sheet stuff is available...
It is - I don't know much about if it's possible to partly do it.
I was at a hotel, like I would be for a conference or something, and waiting for the down elevator. The door opens and dude walks out, after saying goodbye to the woman left in the elevator. I thought "that guy looks like SteveDallas!" I recognized him from his pics, but didn't want to say something and be wrong. So the elevator doors shut, and I turn around and call out "Hey, do you know how to get to the basement?"
I guess I was being clever with the basement in case it wasn't him. Alas, he must have turned down a hallway because when I turned to call he was not there.
Silly, but it made me laugh.
In a similar situation I have said, "Hey, isn't that Bob Smith?" just loudly enough for the subject to hear and jerk his head around when he recognized his name. It helped that my daughter was with me, so I could direct the question to her, but I suppose you could just say it.
LOL Shawnee - shy in your dreams :comfort:
Me, I spend half the time thinking, "That's weird, I wonder if this is a dream?" and the other hoping it's not - like the ones where I find money, or another floor in the house, or realise I still have a car.
LOL Shawnee - shy in your dreams :comfort:
Me, I spend half the time thinking, "That's weird, I wonder if this is a dream?" and the other hoping it's not - like the ones where I find money, or another floor in the house, or realise I still have a car.
heeheee...being one of extremes, I can be really shy or really outgoing, depending (on what, I'm not sure.) :)
I've had a few dreams I wish were real when I woke up: the time I was in a space capsule, and the ones I have where I discover there are hidden rooms that lead to other hidden rooms; I keep discovering more rooms and it's so cool...sometimes I have to crawl up beams to find more passages. I wake up and I'm like "well damn...that was one cool place."
That's funny because I thought I saw SteveDallas the other day but knew it wasn't possible. Maybe I was wishing too much. ;)
He was sitting right across from me and I couldn't stop thinking...omg. That looks like Sleeve!
Sleeve is everywhere! Have you seen Superman and Sleeve in the same place at the same time...ever? Well have you? Uh huh...your secret is out, SleeveMan.
When my alarm goes off, and I start hitting snooze, in my mind it's never clear exactly what is happening. The noise, the action of hitting the button, are associated with some greater, complex plot.
Each time I hit the button, the story advances a little--something is becoming increasingly urgent. But it isn't clear exactly what that is.
This morning, for whatever reason, the noise and button-pushing were somehow associated with...
...lumberjim taking his kids and skipping town to go live in the woods. [COLOR="White"]. . .[/COLOR] W T F
I get that all the time.
seriously though, I have the same experience with the snooze button....
often it is work related in some way. OR It becomes a trigger for having the same segment of a dream over and over and over.
I rarely remember my dreams...
except the one where 747s kept crashing into my childhood home because of some weird antenna my father hooked up to the stereo system. The antenna looked more like a length of dryer hose than anything.
And no one would listen to my Cassandra-like cries.
I dreamt about
this guy. The doppleganger, specifically, not richlevy. He had that closed-off, unresponsive look on his face. As he sat in my living room (which wasn't my real living room) in a horrific, colorful christmas sweater. I tried to talk to him about the sweater, but he was like a brick wall.
Then, there were these shoes that I got off the display on the wall (like a shoe store) that had all this heavy fur on them, and a section with bunched-up elastic that I determined could be pulled all the way around, wrapped inside the other side of the shoe, and attached with one of those flat hooks that fasten dress pants. Pretty cool design, actually.
Doppleganger was not impressed by the shoes.
Last night I dreamt that Lookout123 had been screwed out of about $1500 by some gang members he had an otherwise legitimate business deal with. To get back at them, he was selling them a property he owned for roughly the same price--except the secret was, the government was going to demolish it shortly in an eminent domain claim with no compensation. The property was a three-story building: the top floor was a bunch of really ghetto apartments, the middle floor was entirely lookout's personal living space, and the bottom floor was a barber shop run by Eddie Murphy.
a barber shop run by Eddie Murphy.
:lol:
Clod, maybe I was just swayed by the Eddie Murphy reference... but you may have the makings of a film treatment there! (I'm thinking an ensemble cast a la Ocean's 11... lookout gets together a group of people to pull off the scam.)
A barber shop run by Eddie Murphey sounds fun fobble!
I dreamt that I was at work and checking the cellar. I clicked a link someone had posted and it was porn! I couldn't stop it either, I had to watch it through. After it gone done I closed that window, I was so relieved no one noticed the porn I was watching. I came back to the cellar and clicked the link in the next post. It was porn again! I was so embarrassed, and worried one of my cow orkers would notice, not only that this time did I know I was gonna get caught but also that the company checked the employees browsing history.
Last night I dreamed that I was eating sushi with Steve Dallas and his son,
a la this picture.
His son had a barbed wire tattoo round his wrist. I said to Sleeve, "Wow, that's... unusual... in a child..." To which he replied that his son wanted to add another loop for every year of his life, but had agreed to stop at three for now.
Nice.
Don't give him any ideas.
RK was in my dream last night. I only remembered when reading the Creationism thread.
I can't remember much about it - I think it was all tied up with an advert I saw for a job supporting a man in a wheelchair.
Then again, Angelina Jolie was in my dream the night before - I was being really snotty with her because she hadn't invited me out for birthday drinks until the morning of the same day (we worked together). I'm pretty sure that came from the women with 14 children thread.
Even when I don't dream of the Cellar, it influences my early morning dreams.
I don't remember much about my dream except some cellarites (LJ is the only one I remember) and I were tryin to help Sundae Girl, or were getting her outta trouble. Thats all.
I dreamt that I was hung-over and desperate. I went to an industrial doc (a chick I was sorta sure was gay - wonder if that means I am gay?) and she wanted me to drink two bottles of finger nail polish and eat a tube of lipstick, and take some "gold pills" and wouldn't give me any good drugs. i was bereft. I cried but couldn't bring any tears to my eyes and I thought, "They will think I'm a serial killer because I'm crying without tears!" and so I smushed her face up between my thumb and other four fingers the way your annoying and fat auntie did your face when you were little, and told her I was gonna get her for this. She said, "You're just trying to get out of work," and I told her I didn't work SUNDAYS and I went to clean out my locker coz I knew i was gonna get fired for the face-smushing thing anyway.
don't eat pop-tarts before going to bed.
eta: I also blame wolf for this dream and she knows why.
That's weird, Bri.
I scooted over this morning to bring you my dream from last night, only to find yours top of the New Posts.
I had a drinking dream too, but mine only ever feature me getting drunk and the bad effects. The psychiatrist says this is a Good Thing, but waking up feeling guilty, and mortified, and worthless does not figure in my head as a Good Thing.
Last night started at a party. An awards ceremony I think. I got really, really drunk, and slept through it. But beforehand I managed to cause some sort of kerfuffle, and the whole evening had to be abandoned halfway through because of it. Although I was only indirectly involved, I copped the blame from family and friends because I was drunk and shouldn't have been.
Then I was at my parents', talking to the leftover people from the party, which included Steve, my ex-HM. He was very drunk too, but I could tell he was angry I was drunk and spoiling for a fight. I decided to stop drinking (carefully stashing my tramp juice away so I could start again later) and go and look for a bed.
The dream changed, and my whole family were packing to go to America - we were emigrating. At some point it turned out that we were going for three months (this was from Katie & Peter: Stateside, which I watched just before bed). I did sleep, but when I woke up I realised I hadn't helped anyone at all, I'd got drunk when I wasn't allowed to and I should really be in the doghouse. So I slunk up to Mum, suitably hangdog and asked, "Am I still coming to America?" and she smiled and said yes, a shining moment in a self-flagellating dream.
For some reason I was left behing (deliberately) to follow on later. None of the lights seemed to work any more, and I couldn't work out whether it was 11.23 or 23.23 and felt so horribly lonley. They were going to Idaho, which I identified as being home to LabRat and close to Monster and Bruce. Ah well.
The dream then included the Cellar proper, as well as involving me in a very dark film/ story/ performance piece where I killed two fellow campers at a festival for their drugs. But along with this, I was reading the Cellar posts I'd written when I was drunk. I was trying to work out how I could admit my drunkeness without being castigated, but I knew I had to say something because the posts were all over the place. I'd written the names of people I don't really like, I'd included some real life details like my National Insurance number, I'd made extensive use of footnotes... They were obviously not me as nature intended!
Anyway, the relief is kicking in now. I am 3 weeks and two days sober. My family are not angry with me. I did not go to the Algarve and ruin my sister's relationship with her ex when I was in my 20s. And I have nothing to explain here.
Phew.
FWIW, I've had many, many drinking dreams. they seem to come out when we're getting sober and I am told it IS indeed "a good thing" - a purge. Instead of feeling bad about them, I usually wake up and think, "OMG! Thank heavens I didn't really drink and do all that stuff and am NOT hungover right now!"
When I got sober I had all kinds of drinking and using dreams. When it first happened, a guy who had been sober a few years told me to enjoy them, since it was the only way I would high again. :D
I am up at this unholy hour because I dreamt I was smoking crack (which I've never done) with :drumroll:
Madonna!
It quickly changed, though, as Madonna took off with her three neglected children and I was left with her hangers-on. We all were smoking crack and living in filth (real filth; I recall it with in-color clarity) with some bikers but one biker girl had turned narc and I knew about it. I was trying to smoke crack but NOT get on this narc-girl's bad side, trying to figure out how I could get high while finding out the code she was going to use to signal the police. Was so disturbing I woke up and now I'm afraid to go back to sleep.
I want my ambien!
eta: Yes, Madonna WAS a big jerk.
I had a good one the night before last (when I got a decent amount of sleep). An alien - female, blonde, prettry - was manipulating time in order to accrue interest and tinker with the stock market. In fact she was responsible for the current global financial crisis.
We humans just assumed time would sometimes speed up/ slow down/ or we had deja vu. The Doctor knew it was all wrong however and he used a global piece of technology to prove it and confront her. EBay! She confessed and he sent her packing. I still lost that pair of sparkly pink wedges though.
Oh! What a great dream! I am so jealous.I never get to dream about The Doctor ....never!
It was Chris Ecclestone though.
I mean it was still a great dream, but imagine of la Tennant had been in it...? Possibly with Captain Jack...
Stop. Just stop right there. *pauses to give this idea full and weighty consideration* ...ooo. Yeah. That'd work.
Though actually, I always rather liked Eccleston. Ever since 'Our Friends in the North.'
Currently, the chances are, if I were to dream about The Doctor it'd be a toin coss as to whether it'd end up being Paul McGann, or Colin Baker*...which would either be excellent or quite tragic depending on which way that coin fell.
[*eta] For non whovians: not to be mistaken for Tom Baker...that'd actually be quite terrifying.
Point A: How does one get these fun dreams? Mine always involve me being in some kind of bad or awkward situation.
Point B: If we're going to go there, I'll accept a dream-visit from Billie Piper.
I've been having the most amazing dreams lately. Last night, I dreamt I went to "Riceville" and met the sweetest, cutest Amish man who LOVED me for ME and said, "I want to pray with you, but we need to wait a little longer," (like praying was SEX for him!!)and then I slept out under a wonderful skyful of stars and...I think I bought some cool stuff at a flea market.
anyway, the Amish guy was GREAT. I asked him "Who lives in Riceville?" and he said, "Nobody but immigrants!" Innit weird?
Now why does my RL suck so bad?
I dreamed that I was describing a dream by posting it in the cellar dreaming thread. Yah really. I'm going to stop now before I fall into a recursiveness trap.
But before anyone says that my dream is right now coming true, in the dream I was sitting beside a railway line, as flatbeds carrying hundreds of Indian guru types rumbled past, and more such peeps were walking past too.
I'm due to get feedback (and 1st marker's grade) on my dissertation this weekend (late Sat, or early Sun) by email. I have a 5% automatic deduction from whatever it gets, because computer problems fucked with getting the plagiarism test submission done (was 20 mins late in the end).
So...what was i dreaming about last night? Yep. Grades and getting lower than I hoped. Hate that.
Let me get this straight...everyone gets an automatic 5% reduction because some stupid computer program squiffed? So no matter how well you do, the assumption is that everyone must be penalized to some extent because plagarism is known to exist, even if you didn't plagarize?
Wow. What a world.
Submission requires both a paper submission to the office, and an electronic submission to the plagiarism checker. The plagiarism checker timestamps submissions. Both have to be submitted prior to 12pm on the day. My computer crashed on the morning of submission after I'd printed off the paper copy for a final proofread, but before I'd submitted to the plagiarism checker. If either paper or electronic submission is later than 12pm, there is an automatic 5% penalty and then a further 5% per day that it's late up to a maximum of 5 days, at which point it's an automatic zero mark. It took me several hours of fucking around with my computer, including drafting in a friend to help along with his portable harddrive, to try and get the data off my machine and onto my laptop. By the time I submitted the electronic copy it was 12:20; and I had yet to travel in to submit the paper copy.
that's true of my Uni too, Dana.
what a world, indeed.
A deadline without penalties isn't a deadline. You were 20 minutes late, after how many months prior notice of the deadline? :eyebrow:
*smiles* which of course is their rationale.
This particular deadline was an extended deadline due to bereavement. I was stupid and only asked for 1 week extensions on assigments after losing damn near two months of productivity. I should have gone the whole hog and asked for a couple of weeks on each assignment. As it was I had to sleep one night in two to bring it in on time (which I did for the paper copy) and it was far too close to be able to bring it in with time to spare for emergencies.
I dreamed about balloons. Hundreds of them. I think someone was letting them go with notes attached to them (like we did in elementary school, to see if anyone would find it and return the note to tell us where they found it) but a bunch of them were helium-challenged because they were falling all around us. I started popping them, looking for secret treasures inside.
I wonder that that means?
i dreamt that I was working at Denny's again.
Actually, it was worse.. i dreamt that i was stuck in traffic, and late for my shift at Denny's.....which combines the stresses from my current job's commute, and my previous career's suckatude.
the good part was that i was glad to wake up and get to it.
Latex allergy.
CG...only you. :rolleyes:
I just remembered last night I dreamed about trying to call 911, a couple people were in my house who must have meant me harm, though it wasn't really my place in the dream, and I wanted to call 911 but I couldn't get the right buttons on my phone (my new phone is a touch screen and when I first got it I found it hard to hit the right buttons) and I got like 811 or something once and someone answered, like a regular household, and I'm "I'm trying to call 911! I'm trying to call 911!"
I remember thinking, in my dream, that I should have set up 911 on speed dial, and that if I had a gun I'd never be afraid of those people. I don't care for guns IRL.
It was weird, because in real life I am not afraid of those kinds of things. In fact, I go so far as to think "yeah, you wanna mess with me? Good luck with that!"
Yucky dream feeling, but I'm still not scared. ;)
I have a few feet problems. Mostly arthritis from sprinting up and down the rugby pitch over the last 30 years, oh, that and jumping from aircraft when on AD. Anyway, I dreamed my feet were hurting so much I went to see this Podiatrist that I use to work for. I went through the whole exam and then I watched him do surgery.
When I woke up my feet were hurting.
Last night I had a dream that I dropped Max off a first floor balcony (thank god we live in a lowset house or i'd really be freaking out) and then for some reason I kept having all these stupid delays getting to the hospital.
Okay, this dream does not conform to the OT, not featuring another Cellar member.
But this is the longest dream thread so I'm putting it here anyway. Eat it up.
I was dozing this morning, so my dreams were vivid.
I dreamed I was back at school and one of the boys had been pushed too far.
He's been dressed up in a lacy vest and nappy and told to serve dinner to Mrs Browning's French class, as punishment for some other misdemeanour. He ran into our classroom after causing havoc of one kind or another and knowing he was going to be arrested anyway he assaulted some of the girls (slapping, punching, pulling chunks of hair out) then pulled down his nappy and started his own "dirty protest" on the desks.
Grim.
At some point later I was in New York. I was there with a mixed group of girls, which later resolved in Miss Frank - a girl group currently in the X Factor over here. We were looking for a specific shop, and at every corner we passed, the shops had names that connected them with Torchwood. I thought this had to be an omen, it just seemed so unlikely. I always feel let down when I wake up, and the things that seemed slightly off kilter in dreams really were off kilter. But of course - when do I ever really question reality? If I think I'm dreaming I'm pretty much guaranteed to be dreaming!
And finally, I was getting ready for a bath, and Mum and her friend Maureen were talking in my bedroom. Mum had seen a new episode of Dr Who and was telling me it was racist and anti-sport. I knew which one she meant - it was set in our local park, where the Asian bots from our estate play cricket, sometimes even when it's raining. I was trying to explain to her that it was dealing with the issue of racism, not promoting it. Just because a TV show features it, doesn't mean it's promoting it. She didn't understand. I suspected she was secretly racist.
Oh, and finally! This is the dream I actually found this thread for!
I was in America's Next Top Model. I realised I'd been too hard on myself all these years, and in fact I did have a good figure. But just as it was time for our photo shoot I realised I had a spot on my forehead. A big, angry, throbbing one. Pulse, pulse, pulse. So then and there (we were in the garden of the Gipsy Moth pub in Greenwich) I squeezed it. It sprayed everywhere! But when I looked in the mirror, it had sort of re-inflated. It was semi-opaque and the size of a pea. Squeezed it again, same result. Huge spurt and then it came back, bigger. So I pierced it, only the deflated spot was now a big flap of skin, falling over my eye. At which point I gently peeling the excess skin off and started applying concealer to the raw flesh underneath, hoping it wouldn't show.
Why was this significant? Because this morning I have woken up to find a have a great big spot brewing in exactly the same place! It has no head yet, but I might leave it alone even when it does... Or take a picture :)
You guys never dream about me. I find this rather disappointing.
Another Jim dream last night.
Not a naughty one though.
LJ took over my computer by remote access, and I was watching him set up a sock puppet (Alderman27 if you must know). Then he was able to actually appear on my screen, but only really close up, and all blurry.
But when he went away to do some work I realised I could see right into his office, as if my monitor was a window.
There was an undertone of spookiness to the dream, but it managed not to tip over into unpleasantness.
Last night I had a long and complicated dream.
Jinx was in the dream, and she was kind to me.
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
Thanks Jinx.
No problem, happy to help...
The other night I had a dream that I was standing in a giant field of pumpernickel - stretching in every direction as far as I could see.
i dreamed that i choked someone to death! and then i dreamed that i was playing tennis!
Jinx got to play my sister's usual role in the dream last night.
I don't remember much of it but she was being completely unfair and a complete bitch and I was trying to hurt her physically in return. But even in my dream I realised this was via the internet and probably wouldn't have any effect.
You certainly don't deserve it IRL, Jinx.
But hey, I also dreamed I was taking part in a Halloween Special hosted by Derren Brown, and the other people were my schoolmates from when I was 12. And they all had a problem with me - Mary W told me it was because I kept coming on to Adam (who I met when I was 25 and never fancied) and wouldn't let it go.
So it's not like it was worryingly realistic.
The dream ended with me watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I on tv with two pupils from school, and trying to keep up using the book in order to make it an educational experience. Although I seemed to be trying to teach the girls the spells as they occurred too. As well as being on a coach trip of the places used for filming, which I kept misrepresenting as places I used to live...
I fell asleep on the couch after doing an assignment marathon. I started dreaming that I was on a comfy couch in my childhood home. It was dark and there was a windstorm outside. I wasn't afraid but was hunkering down due to the storm outside.
It was an odd mix of hearing my forced air heat and the comfy couch in real life and having it become a dream.
I looked up the meaning of a windstorm. One meaning was 'sensory overload'. We'll ya, I was exhausted. I wish my dreams would not waste my sleep time telling me things I already know. :P
I dreamed about Sundae! She was visiting my family. (It was so clear this morning but already muddied by the day.) My family loved her as if she'd been part of the family my whole life.
I remember she had a car too. An unusual car, not like any I've seen. She had to leave...maybe to visit other Dwellars?
Anyone else dream about Sundae last night?
I did!
Well.... I was in my own dream anayway.
I haven't dreamed about Dwellars for a while now.
I'm on an unfortunate run of dreams where I am on holiday/ going on holiday/ returning from holiday in a big group of people, none of whom really like me. I am always a hanger on, someone to make up the numbers, someone ignored.
So I am delighted to star in your dream AND be accepted and welcomed.
Perhaps I can return the favour tonight :)
In the very shallow waters of morning dreams, I had one about the Cellar.
Glatt told me that he'd only recently found out that Infinite Monkey and I were separate posters. He'd assumed for the last 6 years that we were one and the same.
He wondered in being so very similar meant we got on really well, or whether I didn't bother readin her posts as they were what I would have written myself anyway.
I started composing a reply, which somehow was written long hand and the pages turned manually, even though I was on the computer. I was quite pleased to write "I am stand in infinite awe of Infinite Monkey" etc etc.
I was at the point of explaining that Dwellars I have met (I seemed to include Tulip and Brianna in this) would be able to tell the difference between our posting styles. But I had to concede that for the general Cellar we probably were pretty much interchangeable.
I was rushing to get it finished because Diz was trying to wake me up. In the end I'm glad he did. I wouldn't have wanted such evidence of my hubris posted.
I had a dream where I was naked and I walked into a room full of hot, wet, naked German woman and...
oh no wait, that wasn't a dream.. that was last month at the sauna's
No, naughty.
Thread for Cellar dreams only.
Although I guess as yours wasn't really a dream....
You might get a pass this time.
Sundae! I totally know the difference between you and Infinite Monkey. But I completely understand. Griff and I are the same person to some.
You're like an Everyposter. ;)
I'm just ashamed that I didn't consider IM's opinion at any point. It was all very much about how it affected me.
But then neither did you, Griff ;)
Soz, Infi.
You can have one tonight where I don't get a look in, if you like.
Just don't make it the one where David Tennant is sniffing your hair.
My opinion on standing in awe of IM?
Oh, I'm all for it! Dream away! :)
Yebbut, even that was about how cleverly I phrased it.
Which on waking, was nowhere near as linguistically cunning as I thought.
Still, if you're happy to be my dream fall-guy, I'm happy to be in awe of you :)
I dreamt last night that I was trying to take a naked picture. :3_eyes: :lol: And Sundae was in my dream too but I forgot what she did. :p:
Damn, I couldn't have been that good then!
I'm just ashamed that I didn't consider IM's opinion at any point. It was all very much about how it affected me.
But then neither did you, Griff
:cool:
If I've got to be confused with somebody, glatt is a nice choice.
What a lovely thing to say! It's true of course.
And I feel the same way about Griff.
I dreamed I was at a Crowded House concert with Dani.
It was all a bit mixed up (as my dreams usually are) because in the dream I was a bit ambivilant towards Dana and would rather have been alone. This is not the case in real life - I could spend endless time in her company. But I have been to see Crowded House with a woman I was fond of, but who would wind me up terribly on a regular basis.
The band thenselves were in flux. Paul Hester was drumming for example (dead now, RIP Hessie) and Jeremy Dyson was on keyboard at some point (I have seen him play as part of Rudolph Rocker, live as well as on TV)
A few (reasonably) concise parts I remember:
I was in the changing rooms getting ready for the concert. There were some children in there with me - M and D and some real littlies whose names I did not know. D is an elective mute, although I've had some success in getting him to talk at lunchtimes and break. In my dream he was chatting away to me in a very mature manner because one of the little girls he was (apparently) looking after had wet herself. Although I was surprised at his conversation I made no offer to help.
Dani and I went to watch a side event at the show. Mark Hart (who was Australian in the dream) was in a tent - turns out this was a festival. He was making an announcement for the people camping. Apparently, a lot of the children had worms, and parents weren't disposing of the nappies properly and it was in danger of becoming an epidemic. Dani was rummaging through the toys left in the creche. I kept having to shush her. She came up with some rare parts for toys she already owned. Shush! Then, between songs, Paul Hester turned to me and said I was acting like a kid in a baby bouncer (I was on a swivel office chair) and it was really distracting! No word about Dani and her clattery plastic toys!
A little later, as I was sat on the fringes of some other festival venue, Nick Seymour came and sat next to me, to interview me in his "persona" of an older Australian housewife. Yes, I know, shades of Dame Edna Everage, but in hindsight he actually looked like Derek Jarman dragged up. An accurate connection for my sleeping mind - they are not dissimilar, though I've never seen it before.
He asked me a question which I responded to is a squeaky cod-Australian accent. But to my shame he took me seriously and asked me another couple. I had to keep up the act and my accent was seriously slipping by the end - he didn't seem to hear it, but I knew this was going out live and was cringing at the response I would get from the Aussies on the Cellar.
I was also trying to neck half a dozen cans. This is mixed up from the whisky-in-a-can thread and a real event where I was with my parents at a BBQ and went to the toilet to open my cans of beer, so they would assume I was on the same one or two all evening, instead of the six or eight I was really having. Anyway in the dream I kept putting them down and having them knocked over - real festival memories I think! Dani was dousing her cigarettes in the empty cans and I kept having to spirit them away so she couldn't count them.
And that's all I have.
Weird. Just woke up from a dream and thought it was silly to find this thread to post about it because it would be a pain on this phone but I looked at who's online and this thread was right under the two logged in dwellars, being looked at by a guest.
In this dream me and two others won some Amazing Race type game, and a million dollars. One of my teammates was none other than Clodfobble! At the end we had to figure the answer for some poetic clue that had been provided us at the beginning, and compare to handwritten notes from other participants. This part we were doing around my moms kitchen table and the official was Mr G, my hs math teacher and basketball coach. Every so often someone would whisper an answer to him. I went to him with anyting I even remotely thought would be related.
Gonna ppost this part before I time out...I hate posting from this phone.
At one point I answered The Oregon Trail and Mr G pointed to things in the note, 'older' and 'newer' and it came to me: the transcontinental railroad! We won! Everyone else was mad but clod and whoever and I were going to split a million!
I wanted to get home to tell my family but a theme in my dreams lately is that I'm trying to pack a million things and I keep finding more and more. At one point I had two diffferent sized boat miniatures but not so mini; about one foot and two feet long.
I finally got home and was trying to tell everyone but no one cared. Everyone dismissed me. Next thing I knew I was in the bathroom slicing my arm with one of those hook knives.
Part 3
I dreamed about the race because we did an amazing race thing at staff retreat. My team came in second (it was so funny!) Mr G because one of our speakers was the coach of a state champ basketball team.
I did win the Office Clown award (who, me? Lol) so maybe that was the win.
I remember saying I was glad clod was on my team because she's so smart. :)
I don't know why the family thing. Just how weird dreams get I guess.
I remember saying I was glad clod was on my team because she's so smart.
Yet I feel compelled to point out,
you got the winning answer. So put away those hook knives, chica. You're the one who got me $333,333.33!
This morning, between birdsong (when Diz wakes me up) and my alarm going off, I dreamed about Big Sarge. As usual with morning dreams I can pinpoint many elements and work out where they came from in my waking life.
I was at school, but I was also in an office. We were doing Art, but somehow I was a pupil rather than a TA, even though I was a fully grown woman (as you would be, working in an office!)
I was working on an advert for Chiltern Railways (our local rail company). It involved a man in a clown suit sleeping overnight in a railway station, just so he didn't miss his appointment in London the next day. Except it later changed to him getting a ridiculously early train and then falling asleep on it because the seats were so comfortable, and shuttling back & forth and missinh his interview anyway. It was all about how people perceive trains as unreliable but in fact they're so good you will miss your interview anyway (!)
Sarge called me on my office phone/ my mobile.
It was a video phone/ Skype.
He was cooking. Now I knew Sarge always cooked in high heels. Not a gender/ trans*/ cross-dressing thing, he just liked the added height and tilt when cooking. But because he was in the corner of the room where everyone could see, I felt a little awkward. I'd always seen it as it was - a quirk, his decision. But other people might judge. Especially if the children in the class mentioned it to their parents.
But the good thing was he was really there.
He asked me for a kiss goodbye.
I felt unsure; taking a personal call in Art class is one thing, letting someone wander into the office when you are working and then having a snog is another. But as it turned out it was a chaste married-style peck on the lips. Afterwards I felt bad - I mean he lives in another country, surely I could have gone for it - would I ever get the chance to see him again?
Of course you would when you visited him to get your shoes back!
I got locked out of the house today.
No, that's the real bit. Locked out for 5 hours - very cross. 99% my own fault, which made me crosser.
I had no intention of sleeping, but being in the sun - wrapped up due to my poor old skin - in the warm and with nothing whatsoever to do, I dozed off.
Wolf was in my dream.
Everything felt like it was going wrong. I was distressed.
"That's normal," sez Wolf, "I've worked in this profession long enough to recognise the signs. This is a phase and you'll come through it." I woke up SO HAPPY and comforted.
Mum and Dad turned up immediately after - I think it was probably them coming down the front path (I was in the back garden) that woke me up.
Thanks, Wolf.
And you have a good English accent when you so choose.
Seems to be the season for Cellar Dreamin'.
I spose it's a bit Tom Jones given that I spoke to two Dwellars yesterday and fell asleep halfway through mentally composing a post - you didn't miss anything, it was a grumpy one I've since thought better of.
Anyway. I had a wonderful story I was planning (this comes partly from a collection of stories put together by Neil Gaimen that I am halfway through.) Only Diz jumped on my head and woke me up and I could only remember the title. I was sleeping downstairs on one of the 'rents lovely new leather recliner sofas.
The title was The Girl Who Learned to Purr.
Bruce said it sounded like the title of an autobiography. Which I liked! So I started mentally writing my autobiography. Only to wake in my own bed (for real this time) because... Diz jumped on my head. Funny how even dreams within dreams feature that event. I actually wrote the title down, because in the dream it was so wonderful. It doesn't really translate into the waking world.
Anyway, I set up the bed in the spare room (Mum was actually sleeping dowstairs - she has some really grim sickness bug again - this one featuring vomiting as an added extra). And when I slept I dreamed I was in America. The people I visited kept sorta changing their identity. I offended Grav by thinking he was Buster (yup, easy to work that one out!) I was staying at a Dwellar's house out in the suburbs and just loafing around in my baggy joggers and a t-shirt. I felt a bit weird about it; I'd come all this way and I might as well be at home.
But I was paying for my keep by baby-sitting. No surprise, the kids were the same age as the kids I used to work with. In the dream I knew who they were, but I'm not sure they were really based on anyone's children. Oh! Just thought! One of them was Max! I was making him laugh by attempting an American accent. Yes, he was a Merkin in this dream.
We went to a department store - me still horribly dressed down and needing a good wash. And went into a HUGE lift. It was so large it had it's only little booth/ shop-thing. Like they have on station platforms. It sold hotdogs, nachoes, popcorn and various "American" food which is nothing like real American food. We were going there to meet Claudette.
I was with Susan. Who was a Dwellar I'd known for a long time. But I couldn't remember her username. I thought it might be Griff.
I woke up natrally from this dream, as Diz is not allowed in the spare room without supervision. And I had to deal with Claudette being dead all over again.
I don't remember hardly any of it...but last night i dreamt I went to Manderlay again...wait, no, that wasn't it.
I was with a bunch of Dwellars, don't even know who, and in walks Merc.
You can write your own story from there, because that's all I remember!
And griff as Susan. *snickers*
My manhood is being besmirched!
My manhood is being besmirched!
There's a lotion for that.
Last night i had a dream that I went to visit sundae and her family. Her Mum and Dad were there, and so was Sundae of course. Sundae and her Mum were fighting the whole time I was with them, and so when they all went off in a huff, I decided to go to the pub. That's where I met Fred (can't remember how to spell his user name when I'm not looking at it). I only took $50 with me, and he spent most of it on one bottle of wine! I was not happy. Then I woke up.
Glad to be a walk-on in someone else's dream :)
Infi was in mine in the early hours of this morning.
We were being really spiteful to eachother.
We worked in the same office and I loved my job and she hated hers (I have actually been in that situation IRL, but of course not with Infi.)
We were basically trading the same insults back & forth the whole time.
Infi was moaning (and I mean it was really bloody boring) about the hiring freeze. "Soon, Paul will be the only IT tech between here and South Africa!"
"Oh well done," I said, "great line. Sad I've already heard you use it so many times..."
There were various spats in a similar vein, but when she said, "And where did all your money actually go? Really. I'm the only one who dares to ask you that..."
And to deflect her I hit back even harder - verbally. Because I knew it was all on shady things.
Oh, Shawnee you were English. And looked like Pooka.
And on waking properly I remembered there'd been a spite-fest between two girls on Big Brother, which I watched before going to bed. So I can assure you, you were probably just guest-starring because you had issues with work recently.
It was Shawnee123, btw, if this was the thread I'm thinking.
Dreamed about Bruce last night.
Probably mixing up the Cellar with Zombieland, both of which featured in my evening.
There was a big group of us holed up at Bruce's. Which was underground, but still nice.
He brought out his "special" tobacco. He only ever rolled it in green papers, so that the grandchildren knew not to steal the butts. Made sense at the time.
I was both living it and reading it. I found myself lying in bed sucking on a green tube and realising I couldn't get high from an unlit smoke, and anyway it was via the Internet so it might not work. And yes, this was part of the dream...
And then I was back in Bruce's world and he had a clock with people from the Cellar on it. Like in Harry Potter, but better (I always thought the film interpretation was too literal)
I was hurt not to be on there, but I scrolled back I the thread and there I was.
It was about 04.50, which I realised was the time I had my alarm set for. Whigh made total sense. LJ didn't get up until gone 11.00 apparently, but I couldn't work out the time difference.
I had a dream that Jim was my bf. God knows how that happened. Maybe it was because i had been thinking about you all and thinking its high time i came and caught up on things.
I had a dream about you guys, yes, you guys as in y'all, as in lots of the Cellar people in it. I totally wanted to post about it, but, umm....uh....nopes, couldn't come up with a good excuse other than the truth that I was too lazy to look for this thread to post in. Anyways, I forgot the details by now but the gist of it is that we were all coming to visit Alianthia. YES! A bunch of us, me included, were there to visit Ali except she was away and took her sweet time to come home although she knew a all these wonderful Cellerites came to her home all the way in Aussie to visit her. :eyebrow: Hihi.....Anyways, just to name a few, I remember there was Dana, Limey, Sundae, Undertoad, Bruce (of course because I think of Bruce often ;) ), Jim, ummm......and that's all I could remember at the moment. I'm sure there was more. Anyways, my point is that we all came to Aussie to visit Aliantha. :D
No wonder I've been so tired! Jetlag.
I wish you all would! That would be awesome.
I was the stowaway in the wheelwells of the jet (like in The Fifth Element). No way would I be left behind on a Cellar visit to Ali.
Last night, monster came to me in a dream. lol. I know, right? Anyway, i had this house on a big block of land and she wanted to go for a run, so i took her to the verandah and showed her the perimeter. We agreed it was about a 3 km run. Also, there was something in there to do with max that i was nervous about but cant remember that part now.
I dreamed of Undertoad. He was talking/ posting about Sam Allardyce being one of his heroes. Because Allardyce is the Manager of Sheffield Wednesday, where UT lived until he was a teenager, although I'd forgotten that up until that point.
Of course in real life Sam Allardyce is the (reasonably) long term Manager of West Ham, and UT did not live in England that long. I can't remember whether the Sheffield part is accurate, but given the rest of the misinformation I suspect not...
Sheffield yes, but strictly a United supporter while I was there. Solely because my best mate in the third form told me to support SUFC, but that's plenty reason when you're 14.
Wow, despite the rest of it being dream-nonsense I must have internalised that fact somewhere along the line.
Then again, that's the sort of scatter-gun "truth" that psychics rely on; lots of gibberish but you only remember the one thing they threw into the mix that was right :lol:
I told Monster to fuck off last night.
I held back, bit my tongue, didn't respond for a long time, but in the end I just lost it.
I was making a dish for the practical aspect of my GCSE Food & Nutrition exam. I thought I'd been quite innovative, but as I worked on it I slowly realised that really all it was was rashers of bacon pressed into a loaf tin. Monster knew this, she was delighting in pointing it out. Bitch. I was surprised to see she was quite a bit older than me; as old as 19 by my guess. I wasn't surprised by the fact she was tall and slim, and mixed race. I knew that she was acting all superior because... Well because she was, so she could.
I was trying to get ideas from Limey as to what I could serve with it, but she kept making meat-based suggestions. Not helpful, as Monster was gleefully pointing out.
Anyway, the reason I snapped was because she got in my way and I nearly dropped the whole thing on the floor.
Glad to be of assistance! :D
Sent by thought transference
Asparagus, Sundae. You can always serve asparagus with it, assuming it's in season.
I was surprised to see she was quite a bit older than me; as old as 19 by my guess. I wasn't surprised by the fact she was tall and slim, and mixed race.
That bit did for me. Choked on coffee.
Glad to be of assistance!
Well you were obviously there because you offered help in real life.
I can only assume your help was meat-based because I've cooked meat for you and Mr Limey; it certainly didn't reflect the exceptionally practical and helpful offer you made IRL.
Asparagus, Sundae. You can always serve asparagus with it, assuming it's in season.
Sparrowgrass with bacon? Sounds... sexy.
That bit did for me. Choked on coffee.
I'm pleased.
Last night I met Dani in Southend (English seaside resort).
I worried at various points during the dream because it looked just like Great Yarmouth. Well of course it did, becauses my dreaming mind drew on years of memories of Gt Yarmouth as opposed to one holiday in Southend.
I arrived by train and Dani came by bike.
We went to look for the hotel - I had a letter confirming my booking but it didn't have a full address for it. We went back into the station and a man in uniform shouted at us for taking our discs off. He threatened us that we wouldn't be able to join the travel group if we didn't have them on. Now I knew we were not in an off-limits part of the station, and it was his mistake to identify us a recalcitrant part of a group, but I deliberately said nothing, because why should I?
I felt bad when I got outside though. Dani showed me where he'd poked her hands, and she had a sore on the back of each one. She said if she touched it I'd be able to see it bubbling under the skin. I had to look away.
Anyway, she had her Nana with her.
And I had Diz.
Bruce wandered up as Dana sank down on her haunches and started crying wearily.
He told her to pull herself together but she said she was so worried about her Nana, who was so old and had travelled such a long way and we (meaning me) didn't even know where we were going.
Bruce said that was part of both growing up and growing old and get used to it.
I phoned home, hoping to get Mum to do a google search on the hotel for me, as it seemed to have a G2 postcode [Glasgow] but got a recorded message from her friend Breda [deceased] about how they were preparing for a Noel Coward Appreciation Brunch and couldn't come to the phone.
Dream ended with us getting into a taxi the size of a little double decker bus; like the ones you get on roundabouts, but adult sized. He said the reason there was an E postcode - as it was now - was because it was closer to Eastbourne than Southend. He was heading North-East, but would take us to our hotel on the way back. Six adults (somehow) bags and a bike for £15 and £5 for the cat.
I know where the most important aspects of that dream come from.
Going to bed worried, dreaming stressful and waking up to worry isn't great though.
I spit on people who say dreams are a filter and help us deal with reality.
Well, not deliberately. I only ever spit by accident, and it's really embarrassing.
... Dream ended with us getting into a taxi the size of a little double decker bus ... Six adults (somehow) bags and a bike for £15 and £5 for the cat.
You know, in dreams you can have the cat ride the bike behind the bus and save yourself £5!
I dreamed I was PMing Glatt. But in the twisted way of dreams, the PMs were on little scraps of paper. Turns out his real name is Thomas Cock. He even wrote that he thought the Cellar obsession with cock began with him and it seemed possible to me.
He owned a shop. He called himself a Proprietor, which sounded decent and old fashioned.
As the dream progressed he'd sent me a goldfish in a bowl. Only he was worried that the bowl would be too small as the fish grew, so he sent me a tank. I wasn't sure where I was going to put it.
That is all.
Nice to know Glatt's real name though.
I love it! Both the idea of PMing with scraps of paper, and the cock meme etymology.
Of course it might have been Griff :D
I have a recently vacated aquarium out in the wood shed...
Talked to Dani the other night. I mean actually talked on the telephone IRL.
Keep up.
We spoke about dreams and the Cellar and all that. In a book it would seem preposterous coincidence, but it really happens in real life, because even when you try to dwell in a fantasy world real things happen. Like dreams.
So. Anyway.
The night we spoke, I dreamed about her.
I was moving into her place. It was actually quite grim and the room she was allocating me was very bare and inhospitable. The rent was at the top end of what I could afford, and she had two rules.
- No men
- No alcohol
- All bills to be shared, £ to be paid into a joint account and as she knew she was making her payments any defaults were my responsibility and anyway I would be out
- No meat. No meat or animal products full stop.
- And although she would not ask me to become Muslim, she would really appreciate that commitment.
Yes, I can count.
Not well, which we talked about in REAL real life on Sunday, when I admitted I can't properly learn songs with numbers in.
She knows this anyway. She'd rather I didn't remember any songs at all. Because I insist on singing them to her, which is terribly weary.
So in the dream I didn't get that it wasn't only two rules.
But I would have. No flies on me.
Of course the dream person is not Ms DC at all, anyway.
The tone, if not the content, came from Miss Mona's rules - you'll know them if you know your Dolly Parton.
And some came from me.
Still. at least she wasn't in the later, early morning dream, where a Negress was going down on me in a dystopian, futuristic, 1930's Better Amsterdam, which was supposed to be a London suburb but was a cross between Euston station and Terry Gilliam's Brazil. Shopping centre cum council estate.
ETA I know that the N word I've used is outdated and I do consider it offensive.
It was probably in my dream because of a novel I've just read, which was partly set in Nazi Germany. The novel/ novelist is not racist, but uses the vernacular of the time, moving on yo question and criticise those opinions.
I just heard that term, negress, in an episode of 'American Horror Story'.
Ya don't hear that one every day.
Dreamed I was at chez Limey.
Been there often enough to know what it really looks like, but we all know dreams are weirdorama.
It was my old cottage, just warmer and with more bedrooms.
And Carruthers had a huge attic apartment.
Oddly, I mean IRL and really oddly, I woke from a dream of a shared meal of cassoulet with an enormous craving for a kebab. 'bab shop closes at 02.00. Going to try to get back to the Limey dreams. Because no matter how my mind messes with architecture, the warm feeling of welcome was real.
I dreamed we all drew a dish (as in a meal idea) from a hat - literally as my sleeping mind still can't quite get the internet completely right.
They were traditional ones from our various countries.
The idea was we all researched our selection, found out the origins, how it was originally made and how it is eaten now.
I got corn bread.
Trouble is, I got bogged down in the details.
I spent all night going right back to the very origins of corn and was already deeply into it before I even got to the American part of the story.
It turns out the American Revolution started earlier than I had realised, 80AD to be precise. So I still had a loooong way to go before I got to the present day.
I think I woke up more tired than I went to sleep.
I dreamed that I was on a beach. There was deep snow on the beach, and spencer grabbed a snowmobile and rode it over to the right where there was an empty spot for us to set up our blankets. I was looking at the people out in the surf in their snow suits.... Wondering if mine was going to absorb a lot of water and make swimming difficult. Griff called me over to the hot tub and pool area which was crowded with people I didn't know. In an adjacent hot tub (I was somehow in a hot tub myself at this point, Sundae was holding a football. She threw it to me, and we began having a catch. I threw a perfect spiral, gently enough for her to catch it, and she passed it off to her right. That stranger threw it back into my tub, and so it went. The 2nd and 3rd ball I threw to sundae went astray, because I was too tight up against the back of my hot tub, and my arm kept hitting the concrete edge. On the 4th throw, I stood up and threw a bullet to Sundae. I immediately thought, 'shit, that was way too hard a throw, I'm going to hurt her' but she caught it, and congratulated me on not missing her again for a third time. I felt sheepish.
Sundae, you looked dead sexy in that orange bikini. You also looked like you had long straight brown hair, bolt on tits, and a gold chain with some kind of pendant that made your tan look perfect... But I still knew it was you. Like it was you in Jennifer Aniston's body.
That all probably has some kind of meaning. Never been one that had any success figuring out what my dreams meant though.. I figure Dana will have an idea or two.
Thanks for the shoutout Jimbo's subconscious. I have no idea.
Maybe the Reverend can help.
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Shit. That's going to be stuck in my head now.
I went into my local shop to pick up my post. I'd somehow misbehaved in there quite recently and swore I'd never go back, out of shame. But in hindsight it seemed wrong not to support a local business and deny them custom when I was the one who caused the problem.
The Manager came by to mention politely that when I'd last used my card in there, although it had been processed at point of sale, when they'd submitted their receipts the bank had declined payment. It was £130. My stomach sank - no wonder my money had seemed to go further this fortnight. I said I would sort it out and get back to them, knowing full well it would be another four days before I could meet the payment.
I felt bad because I knew that everywhere I'd spent money since, being large chain shops and supermarkets, would always have had immediate payment. It was only because they were on an old sysem that they missed out.
It turns out that as well as holding my post for me they had a message taking service.
I picked my messages up. I scanned the sheet quickly. Blah blah DanaC, blah blah Limey - oh! a message from Bruce? He said if it was really needed he could help make up the £8 I needed for my travel card. Damn. £8 wouldn't even touch the sides now.
The lady behind the counter was understandably wary of me, adding to my guilt. What was it I'd done again? Kicked off in some way. Even though I knew I'd been sober I couldn't remember, except that I'd been rude.
I tried to engage her in conversation about my friend Peter. Because I'd remembered that he knew them in there too. I was trying to count his siblings. After his little brother was born, his parents had had more children, all girls. I worked out that he was one of seven siblings, and so came from a family unti of nine. I was trying to make a feeble joke about 7 of 9, but I couldn't get it across.
All I could think of was that I'd lied to Carruthers about having a bus-pass, and now I had no way to buy one. I had to get in contact with someone with photoshop skills so I could get some photos made up which showed me out and about and doing things so he'd never know. I thought about the cat photo, which I now realised didn't just have the one cat in it, but a whole row sitting like spectators across the top. It hadn't been done all that well either and I was embarrassed that I'd responded to it genuinely.
I was very close to going back and looking at that cat picture. That part made me lol, be a use I pictured it in my head!
I wish i could remember my dreams in such detail lol
It's amazing that you all can remember your dreams. I almost never remember mine more than five seconds.
Except one.
The Bad Dream terrifies me. It happens to me once or twice a week these days, after a long hiatus. I won't bore you all with the details as the dream is sparse anyway.
I don't normally do dream interpretation as all a dream is is your brain on holiday. But figuring this one is easy. It's rise, retreat and return have coincided with certain events in my life which tell me that the dream is my inner conscience talking to me, warning me of a very real danger which is not tangible yet poses a very real threat to me. Asking for help is right out, because firstly, that help comes with side effects which are unacceptable and second, there is no real help. Put a shrink on the rack for a while and he will eventually admit this.
I beat it once and I will have to try to beat it again, although i don't know if I have the strength to do it again.
This is true.
You can do it, Pamela.
Last night, Ali sent me a care package.
It was supposed to be something mundane - a DVD or a book or something. But as I was unpacking what became a large box there were all sorts of lovely treats in there.
I was living at my parents' house again, and I knew Mum would be so impressed with the beautiful cake (or a cake-stand natch) which I put on the side in the kitchen.
Bruce had delivered it, it turned out. In fact he's brought it all the way himself, because there was a piece of technology in there which was only currently available in Australia, and he and Ali had agreed it was best not to trust the vagaries of Customs (which it turns out Bruce can breeze through in person).
It was a solar battery, which looked like a glass ornament. I seemed to be back in my flat then (albeit a clean and empty one) and said to Bruce, "Well... I suppose I can put it on the windowsill? She probably doesn't realise how little sun we get here..."
I saw from his face that he was quite disappointed in my reaction. Not hurt, just sad that he and Ali had gone to so much trouble, and been so thoughtful, and the first thing I did was look for problems.
So I yapped on and on about how grateful I was, until I saw that was sickening too.
I didn't wake up too guilty though. Although I missed my cake.
They give you energy but you feel like you stumble in accepting it.
This describes my xoB and Ali experience as well
Oh my god.
I read this thing three times, trying to figure out whether Bruce had really flown to the UK or if your bats had flown the bellfry, before I finally realized it was the Cellar Dreamin' thread.
No technically a Dwellar, but Monster's SG.
I was in Leeds Central library, trying to get some information on something. It turned out that SG had taken a gap year to come back to the Mother Country, and she was the one who dealt with my enquiry.
I left as the library was closing, and she called after me on the street. She wanted to thank me for how helpful I'd been (it turned out that I hadn't been making an enquiry after all, I was volunteering there).
I woke up very pleased with myself.
They say one of the best ways to feel good about yourself is to help other people. I guess it even works in dreams!
Just woke from a dream featuring Carruthers, even though he didn't actuallly appear in the dream.
An elderly female neighbour had left him an Arts & Crafts style cottage in the small market town he lives in. In the dream it shifted between it being left to him and him just working on it as a favour, but he had some interest in the property at least.
It was a known, but unusual design. Although the two bedrooms were of a decent size, both had hidden panels in the floor and ceiling. If you opened up the panel in the floor it gave you access to a ramp which could be inserted into the ceiling. Another room would then be accessible. In both bedrooms the space you could get into was HUGE - three times the size of the attendant bedroom below.
I don't remember if I was actually supposed to be there, but I was curious because I'd never seen this layout before. Although apparently it's really common in the age and type of house. I fear I was trespassing, because my subsequent actions did not fill me with pride. Carr had left a tidy pile of working clothes/ materials in the smaller of the two "normal" bedrooms. I went through all of his pockets, looking for money and valuables. The lady who had owned the house had South African connections, and I found a 20 rand note screwed up in Carruther's "boiling suit". I knew this was worth about £100 (it's not, for clarity, it's about £1) so I folded it up more neatly and stowed it in my bra.
Woke up feeling quite ashamed.
And also, weirdly believing it was already my birthday and wondering if Mum would cook me breakfast.
Yuck.
Dreamed Fargon had died (although in the dream he was referred to by his real name.)
Classic posted the news, but also the fact that Fargon had lost a lot of weight recently. I did the maths - in my dream I was able to do this in my head - and worked out he was six stone when he died. That's 84lbs.
Although it wasn't 84lbs in the dream, so maybe my maths was wrong after all.
I think I'm worrying about Mum's cancer treatment and conflating it with Syc's weight loss (positive) and that of the family friend with cancer (negative.)
Sorry to rope you in too, Fargon.
ETA - just realised why. You have the same first name as the Dad of a friend of mine who has leukemia.
Well I'm glad I didn't die. I could stand to lose some weight.
I can't remember the rest of the dream, but I dreamed of Carruthers in his dressing gown.
Now I know it came from a real-life conversation, about brown dressing gowns making men look like Obi Wan Kenobi, and from when I was with Dani buying her "Jedi" dressing gown. But in the dream he was stood at the top of the stairs, and the light shining behind him made him look very much like a Jedi Knight.
Oh - it wasn't some sort of ratty old brown towelling robe either. Even though I "knew" it was only his dressing gown, it was a full-on costume with all the layers and the belt and everything.
I didn't see his light-saber though.
[ETA - I'm sure it translates anyway, but I understand the more common term in Merkin may be "bathrobe"]
Yes we say "Bathrobe" in America.
Carruthers on my mind again!
Last night I dreamed I'd opted into a Goverment scheme for people who had mental health/ addiction issues currently or in the past. It was called a One Way card, (it was pink, FTR) and you received more benefits if you agreed to have your payments made to it.
It could only be used for food, but if you needed to access your money for another reason (I assume paying bills?!) you could do so if it was signed off by your GP or a religious minister.
I was trying to talk Carruthers into getting a pretendy certification so he could sign purchases off for me. Like a mail-order degree, not illegal, but not really valid either. For some reason he was protesting. Must have gone against his Jedi ideals or something.
I did consider the minister of religion route, but as I wouldn't be able to absolve myself of my own sins I'm afraid professional etiquette was the stumbling block.;)
ETA Due simultaneous post.
Thanks Glatt! Unfortunately, none of their ecclesiastical robes were available in my size. :)
I had a dream that we were all playing "guess my job based on my hair."
And Gravdigr got outed as being a retired hockey player for the Toronto Maple Leafs, which he had been hiding from us all these years. Then others figured out from Griff's hair that he had murdered someone, but we all agreed that it was a good killing that needed to happen, so it was okay.
he does have that homicidal cal lick.
You're a nutter, aren't you?
:)
My dreams last night were a weird hodge-podge.
But the Cellar one was mostly Gregg/ Glatt/ Glenn/ Griff being mean to me. I know those are not all Dwellars IRL. They were in my dream, and they shifted about.
I was with Limey initially, on a trip to North Korea (DPRK at least is directly related to the Cronenberg novel I was reading) and we were discussing whether spiders were kosher and/ or suitable for a diabetic diet. I can't remember which of the Limeys was Jewish, but it was a definite thing - they had a kitchen extension built just to prepare food for their cats.
I couldn't keep all the trip details straight in my head but was trying to write it up as a travelogue here.
The interchangeable Gs accused me of lazy journalism, racism, regurgitating old posts and all sorts.
It's a classic early morning lucid(ish) dream. No deep meaning, just brain farts.
But the Cellar one was mostly Gregg/ Glatt/ Glenn/ Griff being mean to me.
Yeah. I'm sorry about that. No excuse, really.
I probably deserved it.
The night before I was stealing alcohol off Lola Bunny.
I was speaking at some kind of public event. This is not a fear of mine, so I wasn't nekkid or had forgotten my notes or anything.
Kitsune was in the audience. He said, "I'm really worried about Buster" which made me instantly recognise her as Kitsune. Yes I know - but dreams don't make sense.
Yes I know - but dreams don't make sense.
Your face doesn't make sense
LJ, as I think Grav worked out, I know Kitsune is a dude.
In the same way I know Lola Bunny did not come to the house my parents used to live in with lots of cans of Stella Artois which I then smuggled upstairs in my knickers.
I promise when I dream of you I'll try to get your gender right.
Dreamed of Glatt AGAIN the other night.
This time he wasn't being Griff.
I had offended Bruce in a very public way - I knew what it was in the dream and felt the guilt, but it was not identified.
Glatt told me that the only way to make amends was to take intimate photos of myself and send them to Bruce. I was trying to explain why I couldn't, but he thought I just didn't care.
I know where most of the aspects of the dream originate, except Glatt being involved.
Soz Glatt, you seem to be my go-to Dwellar in the land of nod at present.
Awesome!
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I'm honored.
Now get cracking and send those pictures to Bruce. It's the only way to make amends for what you did.
He's right you know, says griff for glatt.