Chiomara

When I'm very stressed and/or drinking a lot and/or not sleeping well, I sometimes dream of being stalked through an immaculate and half empty two-story suburban house. (with salmon-pink carpeting, except for the stairs, which are usually either white or green. The decor was sparse and sort of.. Bland McMansion type modern decor meets early 90s kitsch.) I am always a guest in these dreams. The house belongs to three identical teenage sisters and one older brother. Their parents are always mysteriously absent. Usually it all begins with me walking past their house at dusk and being called over by one of them (sometimes they're crouching on the roof, sometimes they're standing in a tree motionlessly) and led inside. The sister's scarcely speak (they peer out of the doorways of their separate bedrooms on the second floor when I walk down the hall in search of a window because all the other windows are covered in flowered sheets and duct tape, and peeling off the duct tape would have been too loud to do surreptitiously) and they're always dressed in ill-fitting Laura Ashley-style dresses with puffy sleeves. Anyway, I had a variation of this dream last night, I think. The most stressful part always takes place in the completely empty upstairs loft/"playroom" area. Sometimes the walls and ceilings would be carpeted, too, which made it feel like some horrible cocoon. The brother would always corner me in this room, right by the balcony, while asking me repeatedly to stay for dinner (he'd always mention that his parents were away at their lake house but that they'd left them a casserole and that it would be "very rude" if I didn't try the casserole, etc etc)-- which all sounds like typical mundane dream stuff but for some reason this particular dream is always deeply unnerving.

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Chiomara

Had a typical stress dream about my old stalker. I remember this song playing (coming from nowhere in particular) at one point, but I don't remember anything else, really.

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grindy

Dreamt that I was a kid again, about 8 or 9 and had a sleepover with a bunch of other kids in a creepy old house's gigantic attic.
We soon discovered that some plant, probably a moss, was growing everywhere, hidden by the floorboards and wallpaper.
The moss turned out to be intelligent, benevolent, telepathic, shapeshifting and able to instantly interact with and mutate human cells.
It became our friend and gave some of us powers.
One boy got wings.
One girl was turned into some kind of green plant person and was to stay forever in the attic, tending to beautiful gardens the moss made appear. Apparently she was never okay with being among people and this would be the best course of life she could have and she was really happy.
To interact with us better, part of the moss formed a human shape.
We hung out with the mossman and had lots of fun. At some point we noticed that the mossman got sicker and seemed to fall apart, but he assured us, it was just hard for him to keep this form going and that it was just a little part of his whole body which still grew everywhere. We understood this but where still sad when the mossman died at some point.
Luckily he reappeared just in time to save a boy who accidentally fell out of a window.
Then there was some kind of mystical battle between the mossman and some kind of reaper-like, hovering apparition but that was all very murky and soon transitioned into another dream where my dad and his best friend, who were both cops, took me to New York where I befriended a bunch of three-eyed, african-american mutants who were being chased by shadowy government forces.

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Chiomara

Ooh. Interesting dream. I want a benevolent mossman friend.

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The Batlord

I've always wanted to meet Swamp Thing.

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grindy

I was in a place with corridors and rooms with people sitting and lying there looking at things or sleeping and dreaming. I could see their dreams. I was told that I could be any one of them. At a junction there was a fire burning and a man sitting there, looking at it.
I said that I wanted to be the fire.
I was transported to a rocky mountain plateau, where I was simultaneously singing and playing and dancing to absolutely breathtaking, beautiful, ancient music. The dance was being done with a huge but light rock in my hands and I often placed the rock on the ground and, still holding it in my hands, did a handstand and spinned around.
The music was a mixture of mongolian/tuvan music and extatic qawwali singing and it was the best thing ever.

Now I wish someone really did mix those styles.

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Frownland

Dream music>>>>

I had a dream once where I was in overwhelming awe of a performer who was playing these metal cones on a tray in his lap with slides on all of his fingers making these strange psychedelic electronic soundscapes. It was like a sustained ratting with bending pitches. I still think about it. I'm thinking about it right now.

I've jammed in dreams before too and it's fun as ****. A lot of the approach that led to Knuckle in the Mud was influenced by dreams I had when I started ****ing around with keyboards and organs a lot.

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grindy

Yeah, dream jams rock.
Especially since I usually play several instruments at once in my dreams, improvising with myself, which is just so great.

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Frownland

Can't wait until VR clones based on your own thoughts and reactions are a common thing. Real clones would be cool but I'd probably have to live with them and goddamn that dude is annoying after a while.

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grindy

I'd love having more of me around. I'm pretty cool.
It'd probably just end in a non-stop orgy though.

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