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or 3 sleeves of oreos
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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So I take it that this was not the finest mansion in Mansion Land. Because of the mimic.
Also, noose lady sounds like an enemy you fight in either Fatal Frame 2 or 3. Or is she a boss? It's hard to tell.
I had another really wacky kind of disturbing dream a few nights ago that I've been meaning to send to you, but I haven't typed it all out yet and I don't know if I'll remember it all!
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2009 Mar 31 at 22:26 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Thinking about it now it sounds rather like Harry Potter. Particularly the whole 'confusion' thing. I don't know if Mrs Rowling had copied it from somewhere though; I suppose she might have.
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2009 Mar 31 at 22:32 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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okay aaronjer, I e-mailed you the dream. I think some of my dreams need to end about five minutes early without resolving much of anything because sometimes they seem like they're just making shit up at the end.
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2009 Mar 31 at 23:19 UTC
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aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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I'll check that shit right away... and I don't feel like there was any Harry Potter influence in that dream. I've had Harry Potter influenced dreams before, and this wasn't one of them. The magic wasn't wand or chanting based, it was almost alchemic like Full Metal Alchemist, but not really. It required reagents and there were no diagrams or anything, so that isn't very FMA. I'm actually having a hard time pin-pointing what this was influenced by. It seemed like most of the effort in casting a spell was in preparing it beforehand, and the actually casting process itself was instant and simple. Someone mentioned that Hintenmann's rubies were extraordinarily difficult to create properly... but there wasn't much more on it than that.
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2009 Apr 1 at 12:02 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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It was more the confusing the room thing, like I said... Reminds me of the boggart (is that it? I have no idea).
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2009 Apr 1 at 12:22 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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Oh. Well... Mimics are more of a D&D thing. I read about Mimics the size of houses that shape themselves like houses one time, that COULD be the cause of that room being the way it was.
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2009 Apr 1 at 16:07 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Hmmm... Like I said, HP was not necessarily the originator of such things.
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2009 Apr 1 at 16:16 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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EnJay, did you mean the Chrono Trigger Black Omen?
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2009 Apr 5 at 18:13 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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I had an interesting dream last night. David Lynch had invited me to see a couple of new musical instruments he had invented. The first one he referred to as the 'Lynch Bell'. It was a very large church bell with no clapper and an immobile yoke. He demonstrated it's functionality by having an old man with a cello stand beneath it. I was told that this man had no musical talent and that this was what the Lynch Bell was for. The man adorned a purple cape that was hanging from the side of the bell an looked towards us. He suddenly smiled widely and looked up into the bell with his arms straight out to his sides. He very slowly lifted off the ground for about 10 seconds and then he looked down at us and shot up into the bell at about 200 miles an hour. For a brief period, no longer than 30 seconds, the man apparently played the cello inside the bell with remarkable skill. He then suddenly stopped and the purple cape fluttered down out of the bell. Upon inspection, the man, his personal effects, and the cello had all vanished.
Next Mr. Lynch decided to show me his newest and largest instrument, which he dubbed 'David Lynch's Cosmophone'. It was an enormous and complex device consisting of a 16 foot tall cylindrical structure topped with a dome and a building about the size of a large recreational vehicle. The cylindrical structure had four enormous tubes coming out of the bottom of the dome that ended in different kinds of metallic spigots or nozzles. There was a fifth tube coming from the base of the structure that connected to the separate building. The separate building's contents could easily be viewed via two large windows on one side. It was partitioned by a metal grate with a door in it between the two windows. The side connecting to the tube had a very large rotating radio tube inside of it that hummed loudly and shot out sparks and green gas. The other side had specialized lockers on the far end from the partition that stored human beings like a morgue. The Cosmophone was currently producing an ongoing slow ringing noise with some amount of analog distortion and the occasional belching sound. The meowing of a cat could also be heard.
I asked David Lynch about the meowing.
"Yes, it contains a cat." he informed me matter-of-factly.
I wasn't able to inquire further before he cut me off.
"Unintentionally, of course, but we can't get it out now." he said this while pouring cat food and water into one of the many vents along the cylinder.
I was then directed to watch the events taking place in the separate building. A Chinese woman in a lab coat, presumably a scientist, was just finishing hauling 5 unconscious people and a rottweiler into the morgue-like locker chambers. All six of these beings had mangled and useless looking legs and were wearing widely varying amounts of clothes. There was one young man in his boxers, a young woman wearing a sweater and panties, a Chinese woman that looked identical to the scientist completely naked, an old man wearing fisherman's attire and a middle-aged woman dressed like a waitress. The rottweiler was unadorned. The six were just beginning to stir when a strange black ooze started to seep forth from the spinning radio tube. The ooze, clearly alive, crawled it's way through the metal grate towards the six lockers. It lunged forward and stuck itself to the old fisherman and wrenched him out of the locker. It pulled him through the door in the grate back into the radio tube room where he quickly withered and dissolved. The other five, fully awake now, began to panic. All of them broke out of their lockers and began crawling around the room with only their arms at the speed an average person could run. They went in and out of the radio tube room, and in and out of the building entirely, seemingly aimlessly. All of them were screaming and howling. Next the ooze grabbed the dog and then the man in his boxers back into the radio tube room, where they dissolved. The remaining three now rolled onto their backs and waved their arms about in the air screaming.
I turned to Mr. Lynch and complimented him on the ingenuity and uniqueness of the musical instrument he had created. He stared at me with a look that seemed to express that he believed I was an idiot and didn't understand the purpose of this exercise at all. The Chinese doctor had come to our side and was now handing us gas masks. She looked very worried and kept glancing at the radio tube which was now producing prodigious amounts of green gas and sparks. Steam had started to erupt from the ends of the nozzles and spigots and the ringing had become much louder and faster.
Then I woke up.
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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Cripes, what other Black Omens are there, atoberry?
And now, I read! And doublepost soon. URGENTLY.
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2009 Apr 16 at 03:03 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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What I appreciate particularly about this is that it appears to be no more peculiar than Eraserhead or the commentary for Eraserhead [NEITHER OF WHICH YOU HAVE SEEN], and indeed, when examining it in the context of David Lynch, ceases to be surprising. That is not to say that it stops being entertaining, heavens no, but it seems perfectly natural to have David Lynch imagine musical instruments that consume their players, perhaps feeding on them.
It also reminds me of Tom Waits' electron clarinet or whatever the fuck it was, and the article I was reading about the sounds the universe is apparently making when we aren't paying attention. The universe seems especially perturbed at times.
The black ooze stuff sort of reminds me of that movie/book Phantoms.
I think I give this dream a ten. I can find nothing especially wrong with it save for the fact that it wasn't medieval and you did not have magical powers.
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2009 Apr 16 at 03:14 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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I might have had magical powers, I just never did anything but observe the situation. I should note the fact that I found none of that dream frightening in any way until after I woke up.
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2009 Apr 16 at 03:19 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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I've had dreams like that. I've also had dreams that were morbidly horrifying that didn't seem quite so much once I woke up.
Like that time I dreamed that some corporation that was building these disgusting and scary techno-organic cyborgs had built their headquarters next to mikejer's apartment. I ran into the head of the company in an elevator and I was so utterly terrified of him that I hid in the ceiling.
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2009 Apr 16 at 03:43 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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Did you raise up and lodge yourself into the ceiling and fall asleep like you did in that one dream of mine? With your legs loosely hanging down?
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2009 Apr 16 at 04:09 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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Actually the opposite. I think I was so horrified by him that I stuffed myself into a corner so completely that it began to absorb my legs and I only had the head to watch and my arms to cover my eyes when it got especially scary.
I'm glad that we both recognized independently that I'm in the ceiling, however.
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2009 Apr 16 at 04:18 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Your dreams become ever the weirder, AJ. I had one the other night, I might write it up soon. We shall see.
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2009 Apr 16 at 12:10 UTC
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eDan Co.
Mighty Typist
2007 Sep 24 • 2921
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I have very strange dreams. Just the other night I dreamed one single word, 'Demonym'. No context, no people, no nothing! I don't have dreams about words often, but it happens occasionally.
A weird type of dream that I do have a lot is dreaming music. It's not like I dream that I went to some concert, I just dream music. For instance, I dream a duet I play on the clarinet, but in the dream I hear a whole symphonic orchestra playing it with a vivid basso continuo line. Sometimes I even dream a tune I can't recognize, but I can still remember it, so I can play it by ear on the piano. Weird shit.
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2009 Apr 16 at 13:37 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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2009 Apr 16 at 21:14 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5102
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I've dreamt original music before, but I've not the skill to transpose it into a medium anyone could understand.
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2009 Apr 16 at 22:19 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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Yeah, I dream in music, even with full orchestration and lyrics now and then, but I can only really remember one instance of it that I would be able to replicate later.
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2009 Apr 16 at 22:24 UTC
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eDan Co.
Mighty Typist
2007 Sep 24 • 2921
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Are you guys pulling my dick? I've asked a few professionals and musicians in search of other people who dream music. Are you serious?
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2009 Apr 17 at 11:45 UTC
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molkman
Owner of George Washington's Prototype Mittens
2005 May 2 • 2066
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I wish I would dream music. Last night I dreamt I had a huge nosebleed. Overall I usually "only" dream stuff that happened. Like, about people I know and events and all mixed up.
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2009 Apr 17 at 12:03 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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I'm serious. I imagine aaronjer is being serious too. Considering how strange our dreams are in general, it shouldn't be surprising that we would be able to imagine songs in dreams that have no independent existence in reality. What I think makes it strange is that I've had very little formal musical training and aaronjer has had less, so there's not much reason for us to be doing it; it's not something we're thinking about constantly.
Although, to be fair, mostly they're just ordinary rock songs and very rarely to they veer into anything elaborate, classical or jazz.
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2009 Apr 17 at 13:11 UTC
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Pulling... my... dick?!?!? WTF?
I drink to forget but I always remember.
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