Tell Us Your Dreams A2K

A warm fuzzy Jespah
Better than a warm glass of milk
Sweet dreams

Woof, thanks. Hopefully tonight's show will be less frustrating than this morning's.

Have dreams of puppies and cheese. Or of puppies eating cheese. That works too.

Here, lemme tuck ya in. No, I'm sorry, but you cannot take the guitar to bed with you. There could be a G-string accident and, well, I just don't wanna be held responsible for the potential consequences.

You're wearing a G-string?

I've read back all these pages, and it just goes to show how diverse A2K's dreams are. Eoe, I'll be keeping my thoughts on your brother. I know how dreams turn after someone close dies (although our dreams after this happened are probably different;) it was as though my dreams were haunted by my grandfather's presence...

Anyway, last night was weird, but not as weird as usual. It was an A2K dream, again. I was in this Métro train, but it wasn't a Métro in Paris, it was Germany or somewhere, and it seemed that everyone around was reading 'Venus in furs' in the Métro train. Then, they started rotating; just mindlessly changing seats, continuously. It freaked me out, and I got off at the first stop, wasting a lot of money.

I emerged from the train in a town made from blue crystal. There were people singing some Irish lament. It looked like St. Patrick's day, but it was deserted apart from two old men and some thugs who stole the codgers' Munster Blue balloons. Then I had to run away to meet someone, whom I never ended up meeting.

I was stuck in a lift, and Gus, Panzade and Jes were there. Jespah was auditioning to be 'the next Nico,' and the two guys were there for support. Panzade started saying that he wanted to get out of there, and Gus said something about 'be more delicate than drowning.' I was hit by a hot-dog stand that fell from the sky, and then they all started singing 'I wish I were an Oscar Meier Weiner' in opera style. Fortune was in the struck that mowed me down, and she looked upset to have knocked me down. She said something about eating baked guillotines. All of a sudden, G-men opened the lift by kicking it through with their feet, and then took me out from underneath, dragging me away. Jespah said, 'O, that's the end of her.' Then Gus said 'Who is Ana, what is she that all the hot dogs floor her?' They all laughed and Jay Leno came in.

Wow! I've been practicing " I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener" for weeks Drom, how could you have known?

I really love to stay here since i had registered two weeks ago.

I love this home!!!!

Thanks everybody!!!!!

Yay . I think that it is great that you like it so much here! Thanks for joining the team ;D.

I get half-psychic flushes every now and again, Panz; I get half right and half wrong. For instance, I'll bet that you didn't practise it opera style, right?

Duh! Silly me, I hadn't even noticed!

The murder mystery dream sounds like the kind I have when Bear falls asleep with the tv on. I hate when he does that cause it's usually one of the movie channels. Of course, middle of the night is NOT the best programing even for HBO, so I end up with aliens, gunslingers, and all sorts of things assimulated into my dreaming.

Have you ever done that?

That line got the laugh of the day. Thank you, my friend. :-D

And drom, neato, but who's Nico?

Nico was a singer on the first Velvet Underground album, 'The Velvet Underground and Nico.' She was born in Köln during the war, but made her way into the band, only to be ousted because of some bizarre love-hate triangle...

My husband does the same thing and many a night my dreams have been invaded by crappy SciFi programming.

No recollection from last night's dreams. Oh well.

When my mother passed away 3 years ago, every single night it seemed I dreamt of being in a situation where she was in some kind of trouble and I couldn't help her, couldn't get to her. It was torture. I cried every morning before going to work. But when I finally had her headstone completed and placed, the dreams ceased. Go figure? I'd guess it was a guilty conscience but I never figure out why I had cause to feel guilty about anything.

Drom, I'm very sorry for mowing you down, even if it was only a dream. I actually had a dream last night about driving really badly while trying to change CDs, must have been one of those psychic flashes, I must have objected to Gus, Panzade and Jes' rendition of 'I wish I were an Oscar Meier Weiner'. I don't know why I would have been eating baked guillotines, it doesn't sound very appetizing to me!

Squinney, sorry I never got around to finishing off that murder mystery, I had real life type stuff to do and didn't have time to write it out. The long and the short of it was that, even though the majority of suspicion landed on Denis Leary who was suspected of trying to avoid a paternity suit (keep in mind it was the 1920s, before forensics), it was the simple son who was guilty of the deed. He did it unintentionally, he thought the baby was cute and was trying to feed it when he accidentally choked it to death. The clue came when the detective realised that the lap dog barked at everyone except the brain damaged son. This wasn't a TV influenced dream (though I have had those), just A2Kified.

Eoe, it may not have been about guilt, it might have just been a need for closure.

Apologies accepted. I couldn't not forgive you, anyway; you were the only one who didn't take part in the post-being-carted-off-by-G-men jovialities... . I think that talking about eating baked guillotines was your way of saying sorry, but I don't know.... we never will, I guess.

Weird connectivity! Did you dream much else?

Yes, but nothing worth writing in story format. I dreamed I was visiting my younger cousin at a co-ed boarding school (she doesn't go to boarding school). The students were swapping pieces of fine art as though they were trading cards or Pogs or something.

We (my cousin and I, plus a couple of her friends)were standing in her room. They all had their backs to the windows but I was facing out, so while they were chatting I gazed out at the lawns. There I saw a very weird procession. A group of fully armoured knights were riding hard after a white centaur (that is the horse part was white, the rest of him was a regular people shade of pink, though rather pale). Suddenly my cousin asked, "What's that noise?" referring to the loud clanking of the knights. I started to point out the chase going on outside when I realised that it had disappeared, and of course without the evidence of their eyes, they'd never believe me so I cut off mid sentence, ie, "It's just the.... Oh, never mind."

Then of course I went for a drive.

I can't remember much else of what I dreamed last night unfortunately.

Wow, Fortune, that's an unusual dream, all right. The annoying thing about dreams like these is that one wonders what could have happened, had you remembered-- like, for instance, what could have happened with those knights after the weird centaur... Have you ever dreamt of boarding schools before?

Nope! Never even been to one. Would have loved to go to that one though: "Here, I'll give you Van Gogh's self portrait for The Scream". Weird.

The whole boarding school part of the dream seems to be about artistic impression and ability, to me at least, Fortune. These pupils, who had their back turned to you, could trade masterpiece for masterpiece, but they don't have your vision or unique imagination. They don't look out the window at the centaurs and knights. They buy others' inspiration; you have your own. This can be lonely; it can be frustrating, when other people don't have a love of the imaginative (what the disappearing seems to symbolise for me;) but there you go: you have to nurture it. You have to make sure that others' lack of imagination doesn't make yours disappear.

I like that interpretation, Drom! The students didn't actually have their backs turned to me though, I was just looking over their heads (a not uncommon occurance for me at 6'2'')

I think the presence of my cousin was indicative of my desire to be there for her more, she's had a bit of strife lately and I think I see her as being a little isolated at the moment (hence the boarding school).

I find myself wondering, however, why the centaur was white? I don't think I've ever seen one represented so. It's not important really, it's just been bugging me.

Love her voice!

I also love her album, "Chelsea Girls".