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Sundae · 02-19-2012, 05:38 AM

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.

02-19-2012, 05:38 AM	#11
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	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.