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Please don't apologise Milly. The thread doesn't request only happy, feel-good dreams! Anyway, you had a very nice dream not so long ago...  Oh yes! However that proves my point really. I'd forgotten that one till you reminded me. You'll all be relieved to know that last night was spent, as far as I'm aware, in the depths of unconsciousness and nothing therefore to report.  |
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Another strange night last night. The clinic where I used to work was being moved to a private house and everybody would be held accountable for all materials in their possession. The staff were to be sent home at 2.10pm, then the police would be sent out to make arrests.  |
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Last night I dreamt that I was at some kind of residential sumer school for neue music (not sure in which country this all took place) and I tried to talk about composition to both Jonathan Harvey (who I met in a cookware shop) and Brian Ferneyhough (who I met in the kitchens of the place we were all staying, and to which I had walked with Harvey) but they were both more interested in talking about what was for dinner, and how they didn't want to eat it.
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Last night I was getting anxious in my dreams because I was about to take an exam - and it was in Religious Instruction!!!! Anxiety not surprising since I'm (strictly speaking) an agnostic, although that needn't stop me knowing a lot about religion - except I don't.  |
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Last night, my dream involved Harold Lloyd and a musical willow tree. The tree was young, only about 20ft high, and its branches weren't long enough to hang vertically at their ends, but rather splayed out like the frame of an umbrella. Harold stood at the crown of the willow conducting a group of viola players. I was one of them. We weren't playing our violas, we were using our bows on the branches of the willow. Harold kept asking why I was moving my bow across the 'strings' so much, and I had to point out that my two branches were a lot further apart than anyone else's. He then started questioning our intonation, and it appeared I was playing a B natural branch instead of the B flat branch - in my defence, they all looked the same. Somewhere in the dream, my bow became a saw and I cut strands of bindweed which then turned into worms for Harold to eat... The dream ended bizarrely with Harold sliding down the willow and getting his collar caught on the nail that was holding my music board to the tree. Tommo |
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« Reply #140 on: 11:43:17, 20-08-2007 » |
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Blimey, Tommo  If only Freud had been able to complete his projected work on viola dreams before he died. Instead we are left with a huge central gap in his oeuvre. |
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« Reply #141 on: 12:10:02, 20-08-2007 » |
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I forgot to mention that whilst Harold hung from my music board nail, the rest of the violas and I sang 'Hooray for Harold Lloyd'.
I'm sure that would be important for Freud's analysis.
Someone please tell me i haven't gone loopy
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« Reply #142 on: 12:18:16, 20-08-2007 » |
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Hi Tommo - No madder than the rest of us (though I doubt that's much comfort ) It sounds to me like a slightly skewed mash-up of Ben Mason's Sinfonietta scores for live performance with Chaplin films earlier this year... you've not been reading any old concert programmes have you? Can't help you with the tree/ worms, though. Dr B Sheep |
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« Reply #143 on: 23:02:41, 20-08-2007 » |
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Last night, my dream involved Harold Lloyd and a musical willow tree.
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Really enjoyed reading your fantastic dream Tommo. You remembered it in such detail. Did you write down as soon as you woke up? MJ  |
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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« Reply #144 on: 23:06:18, 20-08-2007 » |
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Nowhere near loopy on that evidence, Tommo. A perfectly normal, middle-of-the-road Intonation Anxiety dream.  |
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« Reply #145 on: 23:15:41, 20-08-2007 » |
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Blue Sheep - no, not influenced by any of that stuff. I have been playing a viola a lot recently, and I have a similar willow tree in my back garden which I have been pruning, along with my incessant tirade against the bindweed. As for the rest of it? Well, the subconscious is a marvellous thing!
MJ - no writing, but did commit it to memory in the bath as soon as I woke up. (I'm sure you all have that technique under your belts).
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« Reply #146 on: 23:27:21, 20-08-2007 » |
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I certainly sympathise about the bindweed, which I spent time removing from a hedge this afternoon - or rather trying to remove - convolvulus or bindweed, it's well named. Shame really, because the flowers are rather pretty.  I'll probably dream about it tonight. |
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« Reply #147 on: 09:51:17, 21-08-2007 » |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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the flowers are rather pretty They are. Sticky, though. And also time consuming to clear them because you have to play "Grandmother, Grandmother, jump out of bed" with each flower head. (The eccentric thread? Moi?) Gardening and dreams. I'm convinced there is a connection. There's a particularly beautiful light-green conifer in my mother's garden which, as a dutiful son, I cut back every so often. It's one of those you have to dive into to do it properly. I always have the most terrible and spectacular nightmares the night after doing it. It's obviously the resin or a mild allergy or something but at half past three in the morning, quivering under the duvet, I could easily be persuaded it's some enraged Naiads taking revenge. (Or is it Dryads? Whichever it is that doesn't like you messing with trees.) |
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« Reply #149 on: 12:04:00, 21-08-2007 » |
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Great heavens, I dreamt about Ron Dough last night ! I was watching a film with a group of people and the figures on the screen were in silhouette and the sound was rather fuzzy. Then one of the figures stepped out of the screen onto the stage and started speaking. I immediately knew it was Ron because he had a Scottish accent  I commented to the person next to me `Doesn`t he have a wonderful voice?` That`s all folks! Oh, and, no, he was not wearing his pink bridesmaids dress |
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