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@iwrats Subject to ratification by university senate blah blah blah. Have utterly failed in getting the Weezettes to address me as Dr Mummy though.
Slightly more on topic, I often have 'where's my bike?' moments within dreams that contribute to sinister atmosphere & feeling trapped.
Congrats Dr Weezee
My anxiety in dreams generally centre on whether my dream is too boring and repetitive
@amir, I have an anxiety about relating my dreams to others for fear they are too boring and repetitive. I think reading the following as a child started it all (read to the end...)
from 'The Diary of a Nobody'
"Gowing and Cummings had dropped in during the evening, and I suddenly remembered an extraordinary dream I had a few nights ago, and I thought I would tell them about it. I dreamt I saw some huge blocks of ice in a shop with a bright glare behind them. I walked into the shop and the heat was overpowering. I found that the blocks of ice were on fire. The whole thing was so real and yet so supernatural I woke up in a cold perspiration. Lupin in a most contemptuous manner, said: “What utter rot.”
Before I could reply, Gowing said there was nothing so completely uninteresting as other people’s dreams.
I appealed to Cummings, but he said he was bound to agree with the others and my dream was especially nonsensical. I said: “It seemed so real to me.” Gowing replied: “Yes, to YOU perhaps, but not to US.” Whereupon they all roared.
Carrie, who had hitherto been quiet, said: “He tells me his stupid dreams every morning nearly.” I replied: “Very well, dear, I promise you I will never tell you or anybody else another dream of mine the longest day I live.” Lupin said: “Hear! hear!” and helped himself to another glass of beer. The subject was fortunately changed, and Cummings read a most interesting article on the superiority of the bicycle to the horse."
Have utterly failed in getting the Weezettes to address me as Dr Mummy though.
Oh, well done. Can you elliptically hint as to which subject we should all defer to you on? Is it deliciously esoteric?
Well if you ever find yourself in the market for a long-winded treatise on pedagogy and theories of technology in digital teaching at third level, I am your woman. Happily, I managed to squeeze in rant about algorithmic biases, digital natives tropes and binaries engendered by the fake news debacle. Unhappily, I never got to draw a clever comparison of digital technology infrastructure and cycling infrastructure.
Unhappily, I never got to draw a clever comparison of digital technology infrastructure and cycling infrastructure.
Not in thesis but does exist inside your head, right?
Can I apologise to everyone who was induced to have an anxiety dream via subliminal influences in this thread and also mention in passing how nice it would be if someone came and washed / gently fettled with two of my bikes so I don't have to?
I also like it when people bring me cake and tea.
One time i was cooking pasta with a few slithers of bratwurst, one of which fell to the kitchen floor but i swooped it up so swiftly that it was surely still safe to eat
Well it certainly wasn't safe to eat and had fused with the rat piss on the lino and i ended up with a nine day unabated 40c delirium fever
Alas I didn't dream of bicycles as it was all inescapable interdimensional impossibilities of lovecraftian non-human origin
Remember to wash your kitchen floor, kids. it might look clean, but rat piss remains invisible to the naked eye
Hoping to avoid the rat dream now tonight, I really hate the rat dream.
Ah, but you don't need to dream, gembo-san
For they are waiting for you now at the edge of your bed frame, peering over that goose down duvet
Friendly enough and just want live and let live, but they have no concept of bladder control in polite company
i killed King Rat with a brick and regret it to this day
To realise that me and that rat were ultimately one and the same
And one lifetime away, he'll be the one wielding that brick
Friendly enough and just want live and let live, but they have no concept of bladder control
Aw, my pet rats were't THAT bad for peeing on stuff. They did steal biros and like to pull on earings / nose rings with their teeth though...
Go, wash your hands
and wipe your floors
and heat food through
and boil uncertain water
A little time
spent on such chores
could rescue you
from a life somewhat shorter
An entrepreneurial cottage industry there for sure, unhurt
For those jaded by DMT... try our all new rat piss blotters
Nine days of unspeakable horror in the tenth dimension
Better than Bladerunner 2048 in IMAX 3D, or your money back
For those of us susceptible to suggestion - can we have more threads of this ilk please? I expect the collective imagination to deliver.
@JELBERENCE
sage advices you offer
keep 'em coming
this forum needs you
Are we on fever dreams? I once had a three-day effort that involved endlessly disassembling and reassembling Beinn Bhrotain, all the while chanting its name.
Not rat piss pasta but mumps. (A sentence that here gets its one fleeting outing into type before sliding back into well-deserved oblivion.)
@ Bax San,as Jonathan Franzen would issue - the rats are down the bottom of the garden, the cats sometimes bring em up. The mice come in for the fudge. But stay downstairs. Being ex vegan there is never any feather in my pillow or duvet. Bladerunner is 2049.
My dreams last night had strong rat opening before going under, like big rat head nutcracker figures but dreams went aliens visiting anglosaxon village. Standard policier set in Glasgow where the culprit was the son of the chief social worker and then long and enjoyable James Joyce recitation thing which included Annie Lennox telling me she was in a band called the eurythmics. (Bumped in from the severe weather thread). Quite a vivid and constant night possibly caused by the sainsburys onion Bhaji left over from tea that needed scoffed before bedtime.
First ever bike theft anxiety related dream last night - came back to bike to find only a totally stripped frame d-locked to the railings. Thankfully the all the components had been reassembled and then tie-wrapped to the branches of a nearby tree.
That then gave way to the more common 'in public with only a towel' dream. It probably means something, but familiarity provides comfort, so I'm OK with it.
Isn't this news providing much needed reassurance that all is well ?
Crime watch needs a live audience doesn't really work on catch up
@gembo, @bax: do you need a dream soundtrack? (Link via a friend who understands my interests.)
("rat theremin performance/experiment" - not quite up there with "Not rat piss pasta but mumps." but still quite a pleasing arrangement of words.)
Fever dream: try to find the setting in Adobe Dreamweaver that controls fever, fail, wake, repeat endlessly until finally waking drenched in sweat feeling so much better. Another time - the First World War fought with cakes.
@Cyclingmollie 'The First World War fought with cakes' sounds like a lost Goon Show script idea (or Q / Q6 / Q9 sketch outline)
Are you sure you're not a medium channeling the spirit of Milligan? ;-)
@threefromleith, the other goon Michael Bentine had a whole show that was puppets fighting the First World War with cake. The exact premise of Michael Bentine's Potty Time.
@gembo I only have very vague recollections of watching 'Potty Time' on telly as a kid in the 70s.
It's something I'd love to watch again now as an adult, though!
Mind you, my current anxiety dreams are potty enough....
Realised my anxiety dreams are about missing trains that I’ve got a bike or ‘this train only’ ticket for.
I've realised that the only bike-related anxiety dreams I have are about POP...
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