Wierdest Inclusion of a band/artist in a dream of yours

I think it had something to do with a reccuring dream I had where he'd come to my desk in work and start singing 'never tear us apart' before buying a copy of a John Major biography (I worked in a bookshop + was semi-obsessed with who would ever buy that piece of crap) and he'd leave without paying.

After I stopped working there the dreams ended. Song still freaks me out though.

"don't ask me"

AHHHHHHH

-- Hari A$hur$t (lindseyloha...), April 25th, 2005.

actually just thinking about that dream has me feeling freaked out.

-- Hari A$hur$t (lindseyloha...), April 25th, 2005.

I was once a fixer music mogul type guy who patched up the Eldritch/Hussey/Marx/Adams Sisters line up. I even got Eldritch to wear a Santa hat and join Hussey in one of those awful Melody Maker Christmas photo shoots.

Some hilarious posts on the earlier thread, though...lots of scary-ass Sesame Street dreams.

This dream was particularly odd because I hadn't had a dream with Dave Grohl in it for about a year.

A Joan Jett concert. Joan's leaning out a hotel window on "Telegraph Avenue," singing and guitarring "Bad Reputation." 'Cept she has blonde Shirley Temple curls and a housewife dress, for some reason. I rush in to meet her at the end of the show, and she's kissing the bald head of this shy Old Guy. He's stammering and painfully awkward and she's kinna pacifying him. After he leaves, I introduce myself, and she tells me in hushed tones to venture up to "room forty."

...Room Forty is like this secret gathering of Communists, but if I keep going, this will be a novel.

The book described Moz's obsession with David Bowie - apparently so well-documented by the UK press that Bowie gave him a custom-made 2 LP set of Moz's favourite tracks.

However, Bowie was replaced by Rod Stewart in the video biography. Morrissey didn't even show up to receive the records - he sent a female assistant. Rod looked very hurt - "but it's one-of-a-kind." The assistant took the records, got in her limo and drove away, leaving Rod sad and lonely on a deserted English street. The double LP didn't even have enough songs to fill out all four sides.

I dreamt I was building a hot rod with James Murphy, and we totally tricked it out. We argued about the paint job for a really long time, but we both eventually agreed on a deep purple. Neither of us were sure whether we wanted to hook up and xbox or a PS2 to the built in LCD screens. When we were done with the car, we had a cook out.

But the one that still haunts me is where the guys from Queen chased me down in an old Chevy Impala. It had 10 lights on the front, and they counted down like a drag race tree - the Tenth, the ninth, the eighth .. "the twoth (tooth)".. And then Brian May guns it and they start heading straight for me as I scramble up a 10 foot snowbank by the side of the road. God, Queen were real dicks.

I come to a larger room and there is light shining down in the middle of the open water. I paddle out to it and I look up into the hole and see the sky. Then Metallica appears! They throw down a rope, except the rope in this case is a Nintendo 64 controller attached to a long cord. They pull me up in one quick motion and I land in the back of a pickup truck. They drive me around in the back of a pickup truck and we proceed to get drunk off Busch Light.

This was a very vivid dream. I think it means that I am a dork.

Also, I'm pretty sure I was secretely in love with Neko Case in this dream, which is why I got so angry.

Bono's girlfriend was a whale and he was floating around at the top of the ocean, holding onto one of her flukes. Suddenly, she dove down into the deeps. The last we heard from him was a long, bubbly "Noooooooooooooooo!"

this morning I dreamt I met axl rose near an outdoor swimming pool, although he looked more like jon bon jovi. he was funny and charming and I thought I got this guy all wrong. he had an acoustic guitar in his lap and was writing songs for his new album.

I had a dream once that my mum had been the bassist for Led Zeppelin in the 70s and had neglected to tell me.

In a very noir-ish dream, I was running through a train station parking lot in the middle of the night, assassins on my heels, and under a streetlight I passed Stevie Nicks wearing a wicker nun's habit.

Miles Davis and Don Knotts. Not separately, I mean they were the same person - faces melded together seamlessy. Long time ago and locked in my mind's eye for life.

Last night I dreamt that Royal Trux were writing songs in my bathroom. I kept on wanting to collaborate with them.