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Post by Meursault on Jul 20, 2004 8:42:20 GMT -5
What song?
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Post by riley on Jul 20, 2004 9:02:03 GMT -5
"Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger
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Post by Meursault on Jul 20, 2004 9:04:28 GMT -5
Weren't they ALMOST a one hit wonder?
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Post by riley on Jul 20, 2004 9:52:33 GMT -5
Almost. They just missed.
Feels weird just having their disc sitting next to my PJ Harvey collection. Almost wrong on some level.
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Post by Proud on Jul 20, 2004 10:07:19 GMT -5
yeah. harvey danger's too good for that!
mwaha...
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Post by riley on Jul 20, 2004 10:23:23 GMT -5
Oh it's on now Illness. Bring it.  |
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Post by Proud on Jul 20, 2004 12:07:21 GMT -5
*takes out nunchucku*
bonzai!
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Post by riley on Jul 20, 2004 13:22:09 GMT -5
*drops gloves - pulls Proud's hockey jersey over his head*
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Post by Proud on Jul 20, 2004 14:41:55 GMT -5
*whips out harpoon*
get ovah here!
*is tempted to take his mask off*
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Post by Thorngrub on Aug 13, 2004 10:00:36 GMT -5
*Leaps in wearing nothing but a jockstrap & cup*
"Aw shit I fergot my nunchakoos!"
*Assumes whipfast martial arts pose*
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Post by Meursault on Nov 19, 2004 20:13:14 GMT -5
I just had the most bizzarre dream ever. I was at work and a coworker had to go on the belt that delivers stock to the bottom floor, and he ends up smacking his mouth cause i push the up button instead of down. So i go down, and ask him to forgive me but he won't. I then go to the front of the store or whatever and the dream starts to overlay with another, i'm waiting for a banquet to begin or somethign and i heard there is lobster for everyone, myself to, i'm trying to cook the lobster and pull it out of different boilers, safely, but then i'm told by some coworkers that i'm not suppose to eat it first. I see a girl i know from Halifax (who has a boyfriend) and she's dressed up really sxy and i get the impression that she's interested in me, despite having a man and i could get with her if i wanted, which i avoid. Back to the lobster though, i go up to a church and this woman comes out who i seem i know i'm suppose to talk to, though i don't know how and she seems very forgiving about the lobster and i stumble up to this house or something, i'm in a kitchen or some kind of room as such and there are many beautiful young girls my age or even in highschool there and they are all clinging to me like i'm great, i also think this kinda cool at first till i notice some of them are young. Three are talking to me and take up stairs and tell me to follow, i make sure to find my bag but it seems to keep getting lost i come back and forth to it throughout the dream. i am asking everyone around me what this house is as the characters and people i see are all very different and a nun who i associate with the lady i told about the lobster tells me it's a parish where people live, and she darts off to do something as if it were urgent or as if she was in an emergency. I ask some guys probably a year or more younger then me where these girls went i was talking to, and they say "they are just a bunch of sluts." At this point i feel as i've had a drink spiked with acid due to the surrealness of my dream, i continue around the house, this time to find the same girls i had asked about. I stumble into a bathroom where there seems to be two very senile old men thrashing in a bath tub as if they were arguing over a face cloth or towel, i don't stay in there as i figure this must be the nuns job, though i'm very perplexed more and more at this parish house. I head back down to the first room i remember coming to when i first came into the dream and pack up all my stuff ready to leave, i even find my bag, out on the front porch there are more young people, now it really seems like a highschool party yet they are mostly dressed in costumes and all drinking which i get a real awful impression of. I'm so filled with curiosity and fear and bewilderment i have to go back into the house to find answers. I go back into the house and the confusion of people moving around and talking and me stopping to talk to is everpresent, i come into one room and there is a young looking arab guy and i ask him about the parish and why it was so disorderly and i tell him what i've seen (noticing he's wearing a shirt with a cross and possibly that heart on it too) and he says something that left the impressiong of "it's a very different house then you'd expect," i have a new feeling of love for this house as it welcomes so many people, but i still have tremendous fear at all the chaos inside and now feel even closer to madness, i head down stairs while some dischordant music plays in my head, and i look at tv at the next room i reach and there are what appears to be a couple hair krishnas playing this same music on cellos, at this point i wake up....
well so i thought, i'm in my living room in a reclined wing back chair, and so is a friend of my mothers and i tell her about this dream i had, i'm standing up it's so intense and i'm relieved to be awake, i notice she's under a blanket and seeems to be crashing the night at the house, i notice under dim light shes naked under the blanket and keeps revealing herself to me and i don't know quite how to respond. In response to my telling me about the dream she says something along the lines of you never know what to expect or somethign along those lines, maybe not that at all. I look at the clock and then i really wake up ...
pinch myself, come down to this computer.
All along i feel very blown away by this dream, kind of good and bad about it, but none the less feel that this house/parish i was in was just a metaphor for everything in general, like in "real" life, it had room for everyone, it doesn't work how you'd think it would, and when you try to get out you find what's out on the "streets" (your escape from dealing with things at hand) just leads to more of the same as what was in the house.
I kept asking what Saint this church was named after but i never got a respone. Makes perfect sense to me now, there was no response and i've attributed this meaning or lack there of to 2 reasons, one - it was just a dream and didn't have to make sense, two- i had to accept things as they were and in this house i could only do so much within my power...i couldn't help the sluts, the drunks, or the sick old men, i couldn't curb all of my desires, but i could travel around and ask why and hopefully, like in life i could wake up.
Strangely, i'd laid down at 8pm and woken up an hour and 20 minutes later not knowing how much time had passed. I was kinda worried it was the middle of the night, 4amish and i'd be up till morning, as my sleeping patterns are all messed up from working nights in Halifax.
Any thoughts?
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Post by Meursault on Nov 19, 2004 20:18:36 GMT -5
"when you are young you learn things"
This is one, if not the only thing my mothers friend said to me i remember clearly, once again, confusing but made sense. Confusing because i saw all these people younger then myself doing things i thought were foolish, yet i know myself i make many mistakes that i know, and some i may not, that i'll think were foolish at the time.
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Post by rockkid on Nov 20, 2004 12:01:56 GMT -5
hmmmmmm your mothers revealing friend is actually Yoda.
The nuns symbolized your sexual repression.
The lobsters clearly indicate your subconscious knowledge that if you “get with” jail bait your member will be cut off (hence the crustacean pinchers)
The conveyer belt is a result of your life being in flux “which way is up young man”?
The recliner is indicative of your secret fantasies regarding the world of S&M practices.
We now conclude this dream analyses.
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 24, 2004 12:55:15 GMT -5
And an excellent analysis it is, might I add.
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 24, 2004 12:59:53 GMT -5
My 2 cents is the dream, and the house in particular, were a reflection of the state of the world today.
You seem to have grasped it self-intuitively upon waking. Good job posting it by the way.
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