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« Reply #240 on: 19:49:47, 20-10-2007 » |
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I woke up at 4.50am today after having a very disturbing dream. I dreamed I was walking down a long, dark tunnel when I suddenly noticed a figure ahead of me. I stopped and stared at this figure that suddenly turned round and yelled RAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!! It's face was white, it had bloodshot eyes and manky teeth and long, dirty grey hair. I don't know what it was bit it scared the crap out of me! I yelled out as I woke up, my two cats (who were sleeping on my bed) jumped off and cowered by the door! They were as petrified as I was! I couldn't get back to sleep after that and so I got up - and put every light on in the house until daybreak! That dream has been playing on my mind all day.
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« Reply #241 on: 21:57:29, 20-10-2007 » |
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I suddenly noticed a figure ahead of me. I stopped and stared at this figure that suddenly turned round and yelled RAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!! It's face was white, it had bloodshot eyes and manky teeth and long, dirty grey hair. I don't know what it was bit it scared the crap out of me! Sorry Scott, didn't mean to scare you Tommo
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Scott Nelson
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« Reply #242 on: 22:31:28, 20-10-2007 » |
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I'll get me own back...mark my words! I'll sleep with the light on tonight!
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« Reply #243 on: 17:12:03, 12-11-2007 » |
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God only knows what this one means, if anything, beyond 'Pubs, eh? Not what they used to be'.
I'm strolling up the road for a quiet pint in my local but suddenly find myself a few blocks away in a road I haven't been down in some time, but which happens to have another nice pub, as I remember it. I get there and see right away that it's been trendified. Sleek tables, couches with throw cushions, mellow soundz, lots of youngsters. And, as I scan the taps I notice not one familiar beer on tap. I ask for whatever's good, and am invited to take a seat. Nice touch!
I wait for what, in my dream, seems an eternity for it to arrive. When it does, I see that the pint glass is empty, but encased in what looks like a very bulky filter machine with lots of little compartments, and that the beer is slowly being 'filtered' into the glass from the top of the machine. What the...?
I get a bit impatient and take hold of the glass before it's completely full, attempting to de-couple it from the machine.. Because I can't quite figure out how it's held in position, I end up spilling some beer and the dripping continues. A bit of a mess. Then I open one of the little compartments. There are some hand-wipes. I open another. A fresh pack of Wrigley's doublemint chewing gum AND a tiny pot of sweet chilli dipping sauce. I open a third door. A needle and some black and white thread.
Then (I know, but it's nearly finished), I realise that customers have been going in and out of what looks like a portaloo in the middle of the pub. A middle-aged man comes out of it, and says he's ready when I am. I say I'd like to finish my beer first. He says fine, no rush, and disappears back into the portaloo. I have no idea what it is he's ready for, and I'm not, and decide to leave before finding out.
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« Reply #244 on: 17:31:29, 12-11-2007 » |
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Holy frog, Mart! That was some dream. You should probably get some kind of award for it!! Do you think that black and white thread indicates that it`s time you repaired that rip in your trousers caused when you bent to surreptitiously stick your Doublemint under the table before before passing Rhine Maidens anointed your body with sweet chilli dip? Just a thought ....
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« Reply #245 on: 20:29:08, 12-11-2007 » |
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Oh, so that's where my memory bank got to.
Can I have it back now, martle?
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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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« Reply #246 on: 23:02:10, 12-11-2007 » |
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Mart, I'm sure Freud would have a field day with your third paragraph. But I don't really want to go there, as my own sub-conscious has made several appearances open to interpretation on this thread. So I think this is a very literal dream, telling what is going to happento you in the next week or so. I'm sure that down your way they are very technologically advanced, but ever-so-slightly-lacking-in-customer-focus, as far as beer serving is concerned, and that they obviously have a healthily open attitude to toilets too. Hurrah! Tommo
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« Reply #247 on: 23:08:13, 12-11-2007 » |
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Thanks, Tommo. I'm sure you're right in most respects. But what I instinctively feel about that dream having thought about it is that it's a representation of my pub alienation since no longer being legally able to sit in one and smoke. I feel this loss more keenly than I can possibly describe.
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« Reply #248 on: 23:12:26, 12-11-2007 » |
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Mart, I hate to tell you this but... remember some months back, when those of us who had spent some of our lives frequenting Mancunian pubs were reminiscing... well, a pub such as you describe has opened on the very spot where...
Nah, I reckon the black and white thread (gettit? mb connection!) is all to do with Ena.
It's about Bach and well-temperament.
We had sweet chilli dip on here too a while back. That's Ian Pace.
Wrigley's handwipes I don't want to go into, but there's a clear portaloo connection... portaloo - Peterloo - Manchester again, you see!
I feel a new career coming on. Madame Roslynmuse Gazes Into Your Crystal Balls.
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« Reply #249 on: 23:17:20, 12-11-2007 » |
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I feel a new career coming on. Madame Roslynmuse Gazes Into Your Crystal Balls.
Mine are JADE, Ros. Jade, you hear?
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« Reply #250 on: 23:21:26, 12-11-2007 » |
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I feel a new career coming on. Madame Roslynmuse Gazes Into Your Crystal Balls.
Mine are JADE, Ros. Jade, you hear? Heh heh, I taught her all she knows!
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« Reply #251 on: 12:52:09, 13-11-2007 » |
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Last night the end part of the dream I had (the only bit i can remember) was I had a bright red car and I lent it to someone and it came back scratched. I'd had, in turn, borrowed it from someone else so was panicing about it being scratched and the person I borrowed it from thinking it was my fault. Weird. My car isn't even red and I wouldn't lend it to anyone (except Lynn) anyway!
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Best regards, Jonathan ********************************************* "as the housefly of destiny collides with the windscreen of fate..."
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« Reply #252 on: 12:56:46, 13-11-2007 » |
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be, Jonathan. As Madame Acarti always used to say
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« Reply #253 on: 13:14:42, 13-11-2007 » |
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Quite right too, Mort. When a friend of mine borrowed Mr.Lenderby's car he got in an awful rumpus just for leaving some toffee wrappers, an expired lottery ticket and a tennis ball under the driver's seat. Things at the bank got enormously better when he was promoted to District Manager for Foreign Loans, and of course everybody knew there was no way his son-in-law could have secured that home-improvement loan with just his job at the pickle factory and Eglantine expecting again.
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Click me -> About meor me -> my handmade storeNo, I'm not a complete idiot. I'm only a halfwit. In fact I'm actually a catfish.
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« Reply #254 on: 13:25:09, 13-11-2007 » |
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be, Jonathan. As Madame Acarti always used to say Was that before or after she got it up the arras, Mort?
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