What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

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I dreamed I was in prison and noticed my cellmate was watching basketball on TV.

"Are you watching those marligans again?" I asked exasperatedly. "What is it with you and the marligan channel?"

I awoke convinced that 'marligan' was a terrible racial epithet meaning Latino, and googled it to check its origin. But apparently it isn't even a word.
 

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You dreamt that you were a parrot? In a world that contains blue rabbits that lay eggs? What are you on and where can I get some??

EDIT to add: my dream last night involved me sitting on a bus. That was after enough vodka to turn me into a hippy; I need to perk up my life somehow!
Nope ... I dreamt I was in the cage at Cromer zoo as a human bean .. lying on my tummy watching a blue rubbery egg hatch .. o_O .. as you do.

I reckon that might partly have something to do with the NHS drugs in my case .. step away from the vodka btw, seriously .. it's the devils piss, consultants can tell you how long you've now got to live if you carry on with that stuff .. and something to do with me really really liking the bird cage at the zoo to the point of coming home with exotic bird feathers every time I visit .. It was a good dream .. partying on vodka will kill you though. Sorry to be a party pooper.
 
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I dreamed I was in prison and noticed my cellmate was watching basketball on TV.

"Are you watching those marligans again?" I asked exasperatedly. "What is it with you and the marligan channel?"

I awoke convinced that 'marligan' was a terrible racial epithet meaning Latino, and googled it to check its origin. But apparently it isn't even a word.
 

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Nope ... I dreamt I was in the cage at Cromer zoo as a human bean .. lying on my tummy watching a blue rubbery egg hatch .. o_O .. as you do.

I reckon that might partly have something to do with the NHS drugs in my case .. step away from the vodka btw, seriously .. it's the devils piss, consultants can tell you how long you've now got to live if you carry on with that stuff .. and something to do with me really really liking the bird cage at the zoo to the point of coming home with exotic bird feathers every time I visit .. It was a good dream .. partying on vodka will kill you though. Sorry to be a party pooper.
Ahh, that's alright then, at least you're not a parrot!

Poison vodka might be, but in the absence of laudanum I'm going to keep necking it till I fall off my perch. Being told to avoid the Russian dancing juice is somewhat reminiscent of when a quite famous academic came into my office one morning and spied my little bottle of Dr Pepper: "that'll kill you quicker than cigarettes.", said the esteemed gentleman. "Okay, I very much doubt that but I love your books and I'm rather in love with you, so I'll switch to Diet Coke" is what I didn't gurgle at him (although I thought it). I instead, in full on feminist mode, giggled and fluttered my eyelashes at him. (Didn't work! God damn it!!)

So no, I'll never abandon my vodka. I'm Welsh, not Russian, and quite a small human, so culturally and physically I can't drink that much. The only thing I could imagine swapping it for is champagne, and I'm nowhere near wealthy enough for that. As an adult, Christmas retains its sublime magic mainly because I buy loads of champagne and spend three days pissed and hiccuping, drunker than the drunkest Lord you've ever met and way more happy than a pig in clover. Veuve Cliquot's Demi-Sec is my unfashionable drug of choice! I even have a carafe for it!!
 

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Ahh, that's alright then, at least you're not a parrot!

Poison vodka might be, but in the absence of laudanum I'm going to keep necking it till I fall off my perch. Being told to avoid the Russian dancing juice is somewhat reminiscent of when a quite famous academic came into my office one morning and spied my little bottle of Dr Pepper: "that'll kill you quicker than cigarettes.", said the esteemed gentleman. "Okay, I very much doubt that but I love your books and I'm rather in love with you, so I'll switch to Diet Coke" is what I didn't gurgle at him (although I thought it). I instead, in full on feminist mode, giggled and fluttered my eyelashes at him. (Didn't work! God damn it!!)

So no, I'll never abandon my vodka. I'm Welsh, not Russian, and quite a small human, so culturally and physically I can't drink that much. The only thing I could imagine swapping it for is champagne, and I'm nowhere near wealthy enough for that. As an adult, Christmas retains its sublime magic mainly because I buy loads of champagne and spend three days pissed and hiccuping, drunker than the drunkest Lord you've ever met and way more happy than a pig in clover. Veuve Cliquot's Demi-Sec is my unfashionable drug of choice! I even have a carafe for it!!
Problem is, you don't fall off the perch, it would be easy if you did .. you sort of melt off it slowly instead .. waking up to puking green bile, your limbs aching, leg spasms and anxiety, constant UTI's so orange piss through dehydration so confusion to add to the fun .. hardly ever hangovers with vodka which is cool but only because you're still pissed when you wake up so even more dangerous .. I've been through 5 emergency detoxes in the past .. doctors orders and almost all of them because of vodka .. I still indulge on a smaller scale and now have to take meds to counteract .. thiamine, citalopram, campral (to control alcohol urges) and none prescription sleeping pills on the odd occasion .. and 'blueys' (diazepam 30mg, non prescribed/ black market and the same for oxezepam 10mg, again black market) ... and then I can feel 'normal' .. work it out for yourself X .. I'm mostly okay these days but still fighting .. btw, the clocks go back tonight ..

.. as a good friend put it to me "It depends on how you want to die .. hooked up to tubes in a hospital with no one or with the people that love you and you love around you" ..

 
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I'm honestly upset that you have had to go through so much crap, and obviously more than happy that you are out the other side, even if pharmaceuticals are helping to keep you steady, and I'd rather cut off one of my arms than see you in any trouble. But I genuinely don't have a problem with vodka, or alcohol in general (I appreciate that is something an unaware alcoholic might say!) I love drinking but as my appetite is pretty small and as I don't have an addictive nature, I'm happy with my Christmas champagne blow out and the now and again vodka binge. I love red wine and am quite French in my consumption of Châteauneuf-du-Pape but I have had many, many medicals and blood tests and I am possibly one of the healthiest people on the planet, despite being a bit overweight (the extra cuddly bits are almost entirely due to pasta, cheese, and a fondness for bread, cake, butter and cream. The red wine fills in the remaining gaps.)

Mentally, I'm in the snakepit, but physically I'm quite incredibly healthy (healthy, not fit. I don't go in for exercise at the moment!) I understand your concern about vodka, and I am aware of what it can do when consumed hugely and consistently, but with me it's much less of a problem than is my endless appetite for brie. It sounds as if I'm being flippant but I promise I'm not; I drink a lot but I don't drink lots and lots; I am almost constantly monitored because of my emotional difficulties and I am healthy and strong as an ox. My diet and alcohol intake causes no concern for any of my doctors (NHS, not private. I'm not paying them to say nice things about me!), so please don't worry. A champagne cork may well take me out one day, but vodka never will. I promise xxx
 

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I'm honestly upset that you have had to go through so much crap, and obviously more than happy that you are out the other side, even if pharmaceuticals are helping to keep you steady, and I'd rather cut off one of my arms than see you in any trouble. But I genuinely don't have a problem with vodka, or alcohol in general (I appreciate that is something an unaware alcoholic might say!) I love drinking but as my appetite is pretty small and as I don't have an addictive nature, I'm happy with my Christmas champagne blow out and the now and again vodka binge. I love red wine and am quite French in my consumption of Châteauneuf-du-Pape but I have had many, many medicals and blood tests and I am possibly one of the healthiest people on the planet, despite being a bit overweight (the extra cuddly bits are almost entirely due to pasta, cheese, and a fondness for bread, cake, butter and cream. The red wine fills in the remaining gaps.)

Mentally, I'm in the snakepit, but physically I'm quite incredibly healthy (healthy, not fit. I don't go in for exercise at the moment!) I understand your concern about vodka, and I am aware of what it can do when consumed hugely and consistently, but with me it's much less of a problem than is my endless appetite for brie. It sounds as if I'm being flippant but I promise I'm not; I drink a lot but I don't drink lots and lots; I am almost constantly monitored because of my emotional difficulties and I am healthy and strong as an ox. My diet and alcohol intake causes no concern for any of my doctors (NHS, not private. I'm not paying them to say nice things about me!), so please don't worry. A champagne cork may well take me out one day, but vodka never will. I promise xxx
Sorry to hear about your other problems and keep taking care XXX .. spirit drinks are fast killers ..

 
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Overcast. I was in Ireland strolling a field and following a narrow line of darker grass, slightly elevated, that intersected with other lines of darker green grass. It led me to a steep embankment which I approached with a profound sense of anticipation, climbed to the top and there was the ocean under a blue sky. The coastal geography consisted of a long sandy beach stretching southwards for miles, bounded by sandhills. Not very Irish perhpas, but seemed entirely appropriate for DreamIreland. Maybe it was Donegal.
 

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You all have such lovely dreams, I'm quite jealous! apart from the occasional dream visit from Tom Hanks or Prince, I tend to dream about going to work in a place I worked twenty years ago, or farting about at home with my mum. To call them dull would be ascribing them a level of glamour they really don't have!
 

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Sorry to hear about your other problems and keep taking care XXX .. spirit drinks are fast killers ..

As it has turned out that I am autistic, the emotional problems are suddenly much more understandable and therefore relatively more easily addressed. The greedy pig part of me is, sadly, just down to me and my greediness. And piggishness (Piglet is one of my spirit (good spirit!!) animals. Other spiritual soulmates include Eeyore, Tigger, and Mole. I have yet to embrace my inner Pooh and I currently lack the courage to admit to my fundamental Toad of Toad Hall-ness!)

As I'm in Tigger mode at the moment...
 

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I had a really horrible nightmare last night where Eugene got his head chopped off :eek: and then it got put back on again and I was carrying him along in the cat carrier with a red line in his fur where his head had been put back on. :(

Didn't sleep so well, tossing and turning a lot.
 

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Dreamed that I was out on my bike, passing a rural junction, when I noticed a group of people hitchhiking. There was a couple of adults about my age and 3 young adults.

They smiled and waved as I went by and I jokingly asked 'Do yous want a croggy?'*

Unfortunately they took me at my word and crossed the road towards me, intending to pile onto my bike with me. :eek:

I pedalled off at speed.

*A ride on a bicycle crossbar
 

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Was at a resort offering free chocolate cake. Followed misleading signs around a labyrinth of boardwalks, bridges and beachfront gazebos for 45mins or so but never could find that free cake.

Awoke hungry.
I think I know the resort: Pontin's, Prestatyn.
 

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Witnessed the Fantastic 4 try to rescue shoppers at Waitrose. There was a force field around the building and they were trapped inside. Mr Fantastic threw a glowing green asteroid at it, but it broke uselessly into pieces and he looked pretty stupid.
 

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Vivid though it was at the time, I had nearly forgotten this. It came back to me as I was working in the kitchen.

I was in the kitchen of my old parental home, explaining to my mother that my first day's work in taxation had put me in charge of the affairs of composer Michael Tippett. I had become very important because his mother had died and left him the whole of Eastbourne! My mother was not impressed and continued with the washing-up.

Now the only bit of this that I could connect with the thoughts of the day before was the place Eastbourne. I have never been there but I did mention Debussy on this site in connection with his unfortunate fatal medical condition.

A tricksy classical music question is where Debussy completed his famous triptych La Mer - the unexpected answer being at the Grand Hotel, Eastbourne!
How Tippett, his mother and my baffling taxation-rôle got involved is still a mystery! :huh:
 

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Had a dream I was preparing a pasta bake for my dinner, which included a large Yorkshire pudding and lots of tomatoes. But all the way through I was reminding myself not to forget the Paracelsus, don't forget the Paracelsus, which was a cross between a beetroot and an onion.

Woke up wondering what the hell a Paracelsus was in real life, looked it up in the dictionary and no joy. First time I was on the computer I Googled and it turns out he was a revolutionary Swiss physician from about 500 years ago, the father of toxicology and psychology. Interesting chap, but I'm not sure why he invaded my dream.
 

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don't forget the Paracelsus
It does sound plausibly like a vegetable: the names of the parsnip, celery and asparagus lurk in the letters of the name.

Paracelsus does crop up quite a lot in Fortean literature, where he is associated with alchemical experiments to make a hominculus or fairy, also to revive a plant from its ashes: the famous Spectre of the Rose. :eek:
 

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Yeah, I must have read his name a few times down the years but it never sank in. He's been referenced in pop culture too, according to Wikipedia, though not much familiar to me. It was such a vivid dream!
 

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Had really quite unpeasant similar nightmares the last 2 nights running... I don't recall the details apart from it involving Westworld. Closer to the 70s version, with a dash of Doctor Who thrown in where you're half expecting someone's face to drop off at any moment.
 

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I examined the middle toe of my left foot to see what was causing a slight pain. I expected to see a little blister but was horrified to find that I had a folded-back toe underneath the one I was examining. It was somewhat flattened from being walked on all these years but there was a bulbous blister by the nail. I knew at once that it was malignant and would cause my death! :cry:
 

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I dreamt I was on a hospital ward, an old boss I hadn't liked was in charge of the bay and accusing me of stealing part of a bed. Then an old college friend came to visit me at home but it turned he'd come to visit my sister instead and profess his love for her. Lots of weird stuff happened in the dream, I'm taking penicillin for a throat infection at the moment so I expect that's the cause of it. I woke up feeling very disorientated and anxious.
 

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Had a dream the other night I was running away from Paranormal Investigator Anthony Hopkins on a college campus.
Escaped him only to be caught in a wharehouse by Jean Claude Van-Damme, a serial killer who burned me alive for my hair.
Odd and very vivid, especially and unfortunately the burning. :(
 

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Had a dream the other night I was running away from Paranormal Investigator Anthony Hopkins on a college campus.
Escaped him only to be caught in a wharehouse by Jean Claude Van-Damme, a serial killer who burned me alive for my hair.
Odd and very vivid, especially and unfortunately the burning. :(
Gold. Noel Fielding will be in touch directly.
 

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A long, disjointed farrago of piffle. My dreams are generally less vivid now the darkness has returned.

The bit I recall from last night was vivid, however. I was visiting a museum-complex with a very indistinct female companion: she was middle-aged and seemed to know more about the place than I did.

It was designed in a quadrangle with small house-like units along each side; these were linked by corridors or passages. It was explained that this was for safety and security so that the units could be isolated. It was never really clear what the museum exhibited.

The day was drawing to a close and my companion got into a tiny racing-car. I was left to find my own vehicle, which I hoped to summon up by pulling on a device attached to the wall. Instead, I found myself holding it; it was now just some sort of lamp or syphon with a trigger on it.

I felt all the more lost when I saw that the museum units had disappeared. Stamping on the earth at certain points confirmed that they had gone underground for security reasons. I could hear the echo of a large, metal plate as I stamped on it. I was given to understand that I was being a nuisance and would be escorted from the premises, though no one was visible.

:huh:
 

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I was part of a British delegation of Quality Inspectors touring food factories in a North Korean-style dictatorship.

At one factory, one of our party gave a scathing review of a sesame seed snack. It was an utter disgrace, he said, and an embarrassment to the country.

As a result of his rudeness, we were placed under arrest at the border and escorted back to the factory where the dictator awaited.

Suddenly a revolution kicked off. Thinking this our chance to escape, I eagerly joined in, smashing up machines and jars of product.

Sadly the revolution was quickly quelled, and the Dictator showed up, presented our errant colleague with another sesame seed snack, and coldly invited him to revise his opinion of it.

Much to our surprise, the man declared he still thought the snack was terrible. We were immediately thrown in prison to await execution.

The dictator offered to free us if we could memorise a list of Alice in Wonderland characters and rank them in correct order of importance. When the time for the trial came, I was chosen as spokesman.

I told the dictator that the King was the most important character, thinking this would flatter his ego. "You are utterly wrong," he ranted. "The King is only a playing card. He is merely an empty symbol of authority, not authority itself!"

I had failed and we were all due for execution.
 
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