ILE/M dreams

It was really odd. But then I went on to have a dream about having to save the world from killer slime monsters from outer space, so it was kind of nothing by comparison.

Of course the rest you from ILEFJPitS were also in it, but you went on ahead w/o us after the zoo episode. And you were somewhat Crowd Scene and unmemorable...

You disturb me, silly man.

Where does selfhood lie, in the brain or in the heart?

All of my dreams have centered around closing on this damn condo and the many ways it could go wrong. I have no idea what we're going to do if they haven't finished all of the stuff they're supposed to do by tomorrow...

(Did I just write that on a searchable public forum?)

So last night I dreamt that none other than our Mike Hanle y (well, okay, it was kinda like a combination Hanle y + someone other undefined figure) was my roommate! And it was horrible. I was trying to sleep, and he kept waking me up for no good reason, muttering some nonsense at me. And to get out of the place, I needed money that I didn't have. So I just tried to sleep. But he wouldn't let me. And there was some kind of awful party going on, at the same time. That's all I can remember. Fie on you, Hanle y! I'll not allow your almonds!

It was like one of those Agatha Christie tv movies, and it was set in a big country manor (original!). And like the start involved myself, my friends girlfriend val, someone I didn't know, and Officer Mark S who was protecting the someone I didn't know. And we were walking down some dark lane from one house to another. It was amazing, like I was totally terrified and I knew something was going to happen and next thing I turned around and Mark was like "urggh" and fell over, then whoever it was that he was protecting just got hit with something. I felt my hand getting burned. (this is funny because where it was sore was where I had burnt myself with a cigarette on my travels on thursday night).

But anyway I escaped and like I remember Val was screaming and crying and stuff. And next thing we were all at a dinner party, and Nick was there, but he didn't do anything. And someone else got killed. It turns out the killer used a blowtorch.

And then I woke up. It's all a bit patchy now, but it was so vivid.

Not as odd as the dream I had last night whereupon I was living with a couple of people who post here (Jonnie and AllyC) in a swanky pad, and Jay-z was staying with us for a while, but he never wanted to go out, he just wanted to stay in playing playstation.

I know I shouldn't have eaten that fine Cheddar just before going to bed last night.

Actually Dr Vick is presenting as a Kleinian here, for some reason:

Dr Vick: Remember, Kleinians take no prisoners (since everyone is one already). Hopefully you're all asleep and dreaming more inventively as I write this...

Ronan's dream
'set in a big country manor (original!)' This is what Freud describes as the 'urge for authenticity'. This is important to the dreamer so they don't think badly of themselves for reconstructing obvious Agatha Christie plots. ('Officer Mark S who looked exactly like one of the Agatha Christie policemen'). The displacement of 'right down to the dodgy moustache' the mouth surrounded by female/feminine (pubic) hair 'protecting the someone I didn't know' (the someone is either bluebeard or more likely ronan - know thyself).
'And we were walking down some dark lane from one house to another' down the dark of your unconscious past either inner structures of life or wombs (guess which one's Freud's). 'Mark was like "urggh" and fell over' -the vocal death of the protector can mean your unconscious allowing you to feel superior (at last Mark's dead/silent, kind of thing), and this would fit with the betrayal/failure to protect. Ronan's dream has classic anxiety stuff. The: 'hand getting burned. It turns out the killer used a blowtorch' is interestingly interpreted by Freud as bisexual fantasies/anxieties - the over-interpretation of sexuality ('a blowtorch IS a bit Camp, after all, to cause the cigarette burn - what Freud calls the 'day's residues'). All of these impulses could be contrary to waking life, if Ronan is freaked out by the idea of holding a (blow)torch to mark and wishing him dead all at once.

Stevie T's dream:
(The 'fragments' title must refer to mark's Benjamin Arcades book in his bathroom fragmented by its post-it notes, ontop of various cookery and other texts, surely? Has Stevie seen your bathroom, or dreamt it?) I think this is a wish that mark were a 'light salad' kind of dream: mark/the book is a meal too plentiful to digest cold, so Stevie 'fries' him/it. Claude Levi-Strauss is my personal favourite when it comes to 'The Raw and the Cooked' (salad=nature, fried book=culture) and I'm pretty sure he'd suggest the dreamer and/or mark, having been celibate for too long, needs to be 'warmed up' on the stove, as is customary in some parts of the world. For just as literal readings, psychoanalysts say fire is the thinking function, whereas meals/cooking/eating are about the satiation of desire.

Rainy's dream [not yet posted]:
Though such an apparently sweet little dream, this also turns out to be full of the forces of decay. Mark's 'soothing' poem like 'drink me' in Alice, which makes rainy shrink small as a button, is read as rainy's negative side causing a disintegration in the smiling face of the 'helpful figure' (mark).
(sorry).

Can I just suggest to everyone that fixations actually block development? Or is it too late? I'm not doing this again if they're all going to be 'like "urggh"' fantasies about mark. He's bigheaded enough as it is.
Dr.de Risk.x

Where are you going? You'll never get a washing machine at The Old Dairy.

(Note: I don't normally picture you as a washing machine sales person)

At first I was in this abandoned office building, and I went into a room where Momus was staring into a big industrial silver fridge. I tried talking to him but he ignored me, but I couldn't figure out if it was because he just didn't want to talk to me or if he was really searching for something in the fridge.

Then I went outside and there was a summer festival going on, and I ran into Maura and Ned. We could look across the field and see this field of bamboo being ripped down by this machine that spit fireballs. We were all so upset because it was such an environmentally unsound way to harvest bamboo (?!?!?). That's all I remember, but the bamboo part just seems really odd.

No specific dreams with ILx folks lately for me, but who knows?

And last night I dreamt that Tim Finney and I were reading Simon Reynolds' disappointingly short Unfaves 2002 in which he slammed 'In the Court of the Crimson King' as one of the most overrated albums ever. Which I thought was strange.

I'm sure I made arrangements.

crikey, now that's a nightmare!

Go to your room, young man.

Eep! When did I switch genders?

They were offering a special at the hospital.

He went to the toilet leaving us instructions to try and grab some seats. We did, but Martin was away a very long time. We began to wonder if he'd simply left the pub. After a while he returned with a big grin on his face. We asked if he was OK. He explained he'd been listening to a Trojan CD on his Walkman and the music was just so damn good he couldn't bring himself to leave the WC until the CD was over.

the slacker yoda!

I wanted a puff from my hookah, but I was too timid to speak up in the presence of Trane. We ate turkey sandwiches and watched the stars.

The other night I had a dream that Jon Williams was a librarian and he refused to let me take out a book.

He banned you from his library? Typical.

I had a dream that Jess Harvell kept trying to hold hands with me in some kind of rubble city.

THAT WASNT A DREAM

!!!!

Dreamed Chaki worked in a tea place called Tish's and my sister and I made fun of him.

Poor Chaki.

He'll be aight.

I was on a subway/train trip that began I think somewhere in Brooklyn or Queens. When I got on, one of the train cars was a baggage car completely filled with camping equipment precisely organized by type. On the platform was a lineup of ~7-8-foot-tall inner-frame backpacks. The next part is hazy, but I looked out the window of the bus (I'm in a bus now) when we passed some tall buildings and thought, Are we in Seattle already? (that would have been disappointing). It didn't take long to determine we were near Berkeley. I could tell by looking at the campus, which I viewed from about helicopter or airplane final-approach altitude, and which doesn't look like the real-life Berkeley campus, but does resemble a campus I've dreamed about before (as Berkeley?). Then, we're making a right-hand turn onto a windy, tree-lined street perpendicular to us, and a pale-blue old VW bug in front of/adjacent to us is moping lazily forward towards the parked cars lined up in front of us across the street. Sure enough, the VW hits right into the driver's side door of one of the cars. WTF? Then the bug backs slowly away, maybe hitting into the bus in the process, and the old guy in it drives off. As we slowly turn the corner, I look into the car it hit to see if the guy's alright, and Bill Moyers looks ok, but annoyed. For a second I think about trying to non-verbally confirm if he's alright, but I decide not to intrude upon a famous person. He drives off after the guy, who seems to be related to him - his father? An employee? - and possibly senile. Then youn gets back from the bathroom (I guess youn is on this trip) and I ask her where we are. She says somewhere near Rogers, CA. I tell her we passed Berkeley while she was in the bathroom and about the whole Bill Moyers car accident thing. She says she can't wait to get back home so she can check the Lincolnsville, IA (or something like that) paper out of the library and tell me the news.

Wait -- Bill Moyers is on ILX?

I think Matt DC had a walk-on role in my dream last night.

i dreamt i was in an airport last night, panicking because i was at the wrong terminal. After bumbling around looking for signs to the correct terminal i saw one that read 'Steve Tuomas'

(my name is Steve, my middle name is Thomas)

Last night I dreamt I was chatting with some classmates, and we started talking about how annoying it is when people always listen to the same music over and over again. One girl, rolling her eyes, told me she had a friend who only ever listened to Disco Inferno. "But wait," I said, "Disco Inferno's pretty good!" She replied that I had to be kidding, because it was the worst music she had ever heard. I admitted that I hadn't actually listened to any of their albums, but I knew a guy who was really into them, and he seemed to have pretty good taste in music. She turned to a friend of hers: "Hey, what do you think? You know that guy, right? My mom's friend Ned Raggett?"

These are mostly dreams about people's names.

I dreamt last night that I was at gbx's wedding. When the officiant said "you may kiss the bride," she leaned in for a kiss, but gbx did some weird head-nodding fake-out and wouldn't let her kiss him. I talked to him about it later and he apologized and said he shouldn't have gotten drunk beforehand.

Last night I dreamt I was on a bus with two lovely women and Dom. He and I were trying to discuss the setting up of a club with a VIP room called The Vadge, but I was getting so much attention from the ladies it was hard to concentrate. My dreams are never usually of this nature. One of the women even said "Vadge? that's sooo hot".

What can it all mean? Apart from the fact that I should probably log off.

Have you been listening to the Blue Jam CD recently?

No, but please elucidate.

Last night I dreamed I was watching Sleeper (Louise Wener)...

Was thinking "All those years together, it must get a real drag to still have to play "Swallow" every night"