: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 like that dream!

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?

Latex allergy.

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.

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!

Is there a difference?

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!

: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.