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Post by The Lunatic on Mar 23, 2016 11:20:27 GMT
I had this dream about the early Floyd this morning. It started as a sort of documentary thing but soon I was in the story meself, and the band was a cross between the Floyd and my real-life band. We were dealing with The Syd Problem, you know, discussing it among ourselves; Syd had run away and we'd just found him and were keeping him on a short leash, so to speak. (Poor Syd. ) We were sitting in a rather public place that felt vaguely Costco-eque (it was horrid; Costco is horrid). Rick went to the bathroom, and after more than a decent interval, I began to wonder why he wasn't back yet (and, okay, perhaps I fancied him just a bit, so was keeping tabs on him ). 'Where's Rick?' I wondered aloud. No signs of life Rick and I began to worry a bit. 'Okay, I know it isn't cool to call your bandmate out of the loo, but-- RIIIICK!!!' I called. With that creeping malaise that you get when you've misplaced one of your company, I began scanning the passerby, searching for that familiar face. The rest of the band soon woke to his prolonged absence and began searching for him too. I remember thinking to myself, 'Why, Rick, why did you have to go and lose yourself now, of all times? Syd's bad enough; now we have to deal with this on top of it.' We walked all round the place, searching, for ever so long; we ran across everyone else in the place (or so it seemed), but we never saw Rick again. Or at least, I woke up before we found him. I tried to get back to sleep and dream about it some more, but it didn't work-- evidently I don't dream what I was told to dream. But I have a feeling we would never have found him anyway.
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Post by meddler on Mar 23, 2016 14:59:47 GMT
Hope he didn't meet up with Phil Spector.
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Post by The Lunatic on Mar 31, 2016 13:43:53 GMT
I had an involved night. Hmm, let's see... it started with one of my classmates holding a Halloween party to which I was invited. The first bit was at his house; it was a nice party, and I played a bit of guitar, and instead of playing a song I knew, I just came up with a chord progression, and I still remember the chord progression. So I dreamt (part of) a song, just like Paul! Then afterwards the party continued somewhere else (the lad drove me there, and in the dream I rather fancied him so it was a bit awkward) some outdoor venue, and I was going about greeting people I'd not seen in a while, and there was a band setting up (!). And that band was early-seventies vintage Pink Floyd. Well, I was excited, to say the least, but as the party progressed, the band disappeared, and it was only David Gilmour sitting there with his guitar (hmm... Live At Pompeii connection?) and then they were all gone; something to do with it not being a satisfactory gig or something. Which naturally disappointed me greatly, so I chased them down (literally-- running after them like my life depended on it), found Dave, and begged them to come back (oh, I am your biggest fan, etc., etc., all that rot, and I'll give you an extra thousand or two). So somehow it ended up that they were booked at my birthday party instead, but hey, I wasn't complainin' And then the dream turned a corner... ...and I wasn't me, I was this character named Dove, and this time I quite fancied Dave (in real life I fancy Rick Wright but whatever you say, dream-brain) and was possibly engaged to him... Anyways he turned part bird and flew off (he was mostly handsome-human-shaped but had lovely great pale-grey wings, and soared most magnificently-- I must draw it), and I was more or less seething with playful jealousy; how can he be so awesome?! He can play the guitar that well AND fly, and I can only play the guitar, not nearly as awesomely. The unfairness! So I was determined to fly, myself, and I counseled the O Wise Ones (who were possibly @joe and @zig, I'm not too sure) and they revealed that most anyone could fly, but one had to learn, and in the process your wings would grow. I asked about the small matter of having human hands when not flying *coughguitarplayingcough* and they said that when you weren't flying, you had regular human guitar-playing hands, which quite put my worries to rest. So anyway, I practised my flying, set a date for the wedding (! ! !), and various other things, and there was something to do with John, Cyn, Julian and Ringo in their car, getting it washed, and taking hours and hours, and I don't know what that had to do with the rest but there 'tis. I was getting a nice little soar on when I woke up... ... so I never got to see the Floyd playing live. Thankfully we have Live At Pompeii.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Jun 22, 2016 3:41:56 GMT
In part of my dream last night I was attending some random Simpsons competition. The challenge was to make a "retro character that was kicked off the show", as the judge guy put it (I think the judge was Peter Grant, now that I think of it). One team in the competition came up with a guy that had a raccoon attached to him via a rope tied to his back, and their story was that he got kicked off because he couldn't get into restaurants with the raccoon on him. Mr. Judge Guy thought that the idea was quite frankly crap (let's all face it: it was), and to assist them for the next challenge he gave them advice on how to make sure that the idea is interesting. He did this by naming something and seeing how many people would applaud it.
And, here's the Floydy bit: The second or third thing he named was Pink Floyd. All of us applauded vigorously, and he went on yelling: "Floyd, Floyd, Floyd!"
I also seem to remember that there was something else involving them, but I can't remember what it was. 0n0
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Post by The Lunatic on Jun 22, 2016 14:31:28 GMT
This morning I woke up with 'See Saw' pre-installed in my earworm chamber (as sometimes happens), and I haven't gotten nearly enough sleep recently so I was dozing back off-- still with the song rattling about my head-- when my sleep-influenced brain came up with this mad notion around the line 'She goes up while he goes down', although I thought it was 'He goes up while she goes down' at the time: I thought it might be that this brother and sister were both living their lives in some city and he was rising in the world of business and all that, while she had gotten into trouble with a disreputable man and all sorts of rubbish, and I ended up dreaming/imagining the rest of the story...
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Post by Mad Bugger on Jun 23, 2016 2:21:23 GMT
Additional Floydy dreamage hath occurred!
In this one I was singing along to an imaginary tune from The Wall (my brain sure likes to make up new songs for that album). I can't remember what it was called or what it was about (though when I search for a title and lyrics, the word "out" comes to mind for some odd reason), but it kind of sounded like a power ballad of some kind; I think David sang lead on it.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Jun 26, 2016 5:16:06 GMT
Even Dreamage!In this one I was sitting in art class and the bell (which is music in between classes at my school) was ringing. The songs playing were "The Thin Ice" and "Mother", in that order. *thumbs ups*
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Post by Mad Bugger on Jul 2, 2016 23:14:31 GMT
This time it was "Don't Leave Me Now" that featured in my dreams.
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Post by The Lunatic on Aug 1, 2016 1:12:08 GMT
After my Beatles dream ended, I went on to a dream involving both Beatles and Floyds. John Lennon's house, late 70s ('79 perhaps?) John had invited the members of PF out to his pool, and I was somehow among this amazing group of musicians, and so we all went out back. It was a very small pool. Anyway, I was sitting next to Roger in all his impressive scanty-70s-bathing-suit-ness and he was watching the others chatting-- I am somewhat unsure of which ones, but it might have been Dave and Nick, along with John. Or perhaps it was Rick, but I think he was off by himself on the other side of the pool-- I amn't sure at all. Anyway, Roger was very wistfully and slightly jealously looking on as Dave? and Nick? were being quite close and personal (in the dream, I got the impression that Roger fancied Dave or some such rubbish) whilst he really wanted to be in Nick?'s place. He was rather gloomy, so I turned to him and tried to cheer him up a bit, distracting him with some talk (this is where it gets really weird) about how it had been theorised that due to thingies that had happened in his childhood, there was a constant scream emanating from him, but at such a low frequency that it couldn't be heard, only felt. (I told you it was weird. ) So I tested it out, which gave me an excuse to pet his arms and shoulders (okay, my waking self is not like this, I swear, but I must admit, I do rather admire the worked-out-ness of 70s Roger) and I felt something (not awkwardness, which is what I'm feeling right now recounting it all); then I called Rick over to try it out, despite-- or perhaps because-- knowing that Rick and Roger were not getting along very well. I was feeling rather naughty, as you can tell. So Rick came over, and he hadn't to get within four feet of Roger before they started squabbling over the most absurdly petty trivial things. I ordered them to behave; Rick tested it, staunchly insisted he heard/felt/detected nothing (possibly because he was sort of grumpy toward Roger anyway), and went off again.
I then left Roger to his solitary moping and went to chat with John and the others ('How's Ringo doing these days? Drinking too much? Oh, is he getting better? Excellent..')... and as we mentioned Ringo, he showed up, along with Dave (who had faded out of existence sometime between me petting Roger and Rick being a grouch). I asked him playfully, 'You didn't happen to bring my guitar along, did you?' and answered (I was 'voicing' Dave in the dream), 'No, I didn't'. 'Ah well, I can always play yours,' I said with a wink.
--- Sometime later, after more pleasant socialising stuff I don't remember, my mum and sis and I went out shopping, escorted by a very handsomely dressed Rick, who was wearing the inside out corduroy slacks and blazer over a turtleneck, in tasty shades of brown. (The things I remember.) On the way there, we saw that there was some sort of event wherein you could queue up to play Dave's guitar for a few minutes, and you wouldn't believe how many people were queued up-- mostly girls and women, and I remember thinking, 'Are they all guitar players, of just fangirls?' I'm pretty sure I had a good reason not to be there, or I would stand in a line for hours to play Dave's guitar. Anyway, I informed my mother that she could brag that she was being escorted by a Famouse Musiciann, even though Rick isn't that famous outside of Floydy circles. Well, we went about our errands, and my mother stopped in a shop to ask directions; the shop just happened to be a purveyor of maternity clothes to persons who were illicitly pregnant (my subconscious mind is positively perverted at times) and the salesperson was looking at Rick (!) like he was the one requiring their services (!) but then my mother stepped up and they looked at her in the same way (!) until she revealed that she was just asking for directions. (WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS)
We got our directions, went along with our shopping (Rick didn't say a word the whole time), and went home.m My mum was discussing Rick like he wasn't there, saying something about his looks, 'and I don't see a bit of cuteness in him,' she opined. All I said was, 'Well, I think he's adorable.'
Anyway, that's the lot of it. As you can imagine, I had a most entertaining night...
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Post by Mad Bugger on Aug 1, 2016 4:32:35 GMT
^^^ Thanks for reminding me, FP! I had a Floyd Dream a few nights ago that I forgot about 'til now (I might as well put it in a fancy font too, just so it's interesting) . It all started off in the back of a large building in the middle of the night. Me and some others were getting into a mini van, and David comes up to me and says: "They're halfway to world war over there," which referred to the apparent 'chaos-like state' in Europe (more specifically, Germany ) at the time in this dream-world-thingy. Suddenly, I ended up on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Everything was in sepia, and I noticed two soldiers a few feet away from me. One shot the other (akin to that one scene in Roger's The Wall film that was released a year or two ago), and my immediate response was: "You better run!" Later in the dream I found out that I had witnessed the final moments of World War II. In the next sudden bit, I ended up walking around the outside of the large building mentioned earlier (still at night) with both Dave and Roger. In the dream, I was trying to get "close" to them for some odd reason , and I ended up losing them. Although, before they disappeared, I saw a sign near the building that stated that I was related to both of them ( ?).In the final cut bit, I was in a store that sold technology and the like, and David worked there. Having seen and heard all of the terrible things that I did earlier on in the dream, I was prepared for the worst. What could it be this time? The sun explodes? The earth stops spinning? Everything suddenly dies?
Nope. He tries to sell us a Blu-Ray edition of the "Live At Pompeii" film (we don't have Blu-Ray). Well, that's the latest Floydy Dream Adventure With Mad BuggerTM....... But, wait! I have more!
I have a theory about this dream-world-thingy. What I mean is that David told me about the situation in dream-world Europe, which was essentially a nightmare coming true. Roger, on the other hand, seems to really dislike war (y'know, all that about his father and such ), which could be him essentially putting his fears into me. Furthermore, both of them were "related to me" in the dream! So, if you compare all this to the Floydy tune, Roger and David were my "mothers"!
Ok, that`s all of it. You may think that I`m craaaazzyyyyy, overrr the raaiinboow sheee is craaaazzyyyy, but after all, I am the Mad Bugger. So, that observation is probably correct.
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Post by The Lunatic on Aug 1, 2016 18:57:31 GMT
^^IMPRESSIVE dreamage, and even more impressive interpretation! I quite approve. I also approve of your madbuggerness-- we're all mad here. I got a good laugh out of Dave trying to sell you Live At Pompeii on Blu-Ray.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Aug 7, 2016 4:57:05 GMT
Now that I've finally got time, I might as well inform you of my latest Floyd dreams (sorry, FP, for making ye wait so long ). The first one started in a quiet city alley during the day. I was apparently "Syd's girl" in the dream, and I was walking to his small, brightly-painted psychedelic cottage between two modern skyscrapers. I walked inside (t'was equally as small and colourful), and all of a sudden curly-haired Syd jumped out from behind a door! He was holding a large wooden box.
I uttered some random phrase about clouds, and a bright flash of white light was emitted from the box! After this, Syd's eyes went bright green, and he went berserk! I ran as fast as I could out of the house and never returned.
In the next bit, I found myself walking in a mall/residential building of some sort. As I was heading to a certain store at the end of the mall, I noticed a bald, eyebrow-less Syd (exactly like the photo from the time he visited the Floyd during the Wish You Were Here sessions ) staring at me from behind one of the apartment's windows.
I ended up at the store, and after I good my stuff paid for, I asked my folks (who were already there) to come with me, as I was scared to death about Syd and what could possibly happen to me if I were alone. They obliged, and we walked back to where I started from.
We ended up at where Syd was before, only to see that he was still there, staring at me. Suddenly, a tiny red firetruck appeared out of nowhere and rammed itself into the window, hitting Syd in the process.
Almost immediately, thatonesymbol of thatonecountry during thatonewar where thatoneFloyd's father died appeared everywhere, and thatoneflag with said symbol on it appeared, draped over Syd's window. In the second and much less scarring dream, me and the Floyds were on some random island (presumably stranded) not far from the shore of a town of some kind. We had a boat with us, and David (who was without a shirt the whole time ) had decided to move it to the shore of the boat town by himself without any one of us in it. Before this, however, he came right up close to me and put on that signature David Gilmour-grin.
After a few minutes of swimming the boat to the shore of the town, he swam back for some odd reason. Oh well, so much for un-stranding ourselves (Dave, I'm looking at you)! *
....Or, wait! Perhaps the grin was hint that maybe Dave wanted us to remain stranded, and he took the boat back to ensure that were weren't going to leave! Who knows, maybe he told the townsfolk not to come and take us to shore! Hmmm, very fascinating indeed! As for the first dream, erm, I have no idea about that one (have you got any, FP? I know that you're really great at coming up with theories. Perhaps you could give it a shot ). All I know is that it was terribly scary to see Syd in such a murderous state. Let's all hope that never happens again. *Just kidding, I would never mind being stranded with such a lovely band.
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Post by The Lunatic on Aug 7, 2016 13:09:34 GMT
OHHH maaaaaan I hope you don't mind that I'm jealous of such extensive Floydery (even if the first bit was excessively disturbing). So let me get this straight: first, Syd was being a dangerous nutter who was run down in the road and then even more disturbing warisms appeared (you and Floyd and WWII-related thingies; one would think you frequently listened to The Wall and The Final Cut or something! ); and second, you and the Floyd (including Rick, the great lover of seas and boats) were trapped On An Island by naughty shirtless Dave? Verrrrrry interesting. I'm very sorry but I don't have a theory for you at present; perhaps later, but I find dreams a lot more unwieldy than masterful, well-thought-out, carefully and deliberately planned concept albums. I would just like to say that your description of Dave's grin was spot-on. Something like this, I expect?
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Post by Mad Bugger on Aug 9, 2016 0:00:01 GMT
Yessiree! Just without the giggly-bit, of course.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Aug 11, 2016 4:26:25 GMT
I had another Floyd dream last night: I was at some random mall-type building, and a David Gilmour concert was happening at the time. Near the end of the show, I was able to sneak in just in time for David to allow audience members (of which there were very few for some reason ) to ask him questions. I was going to ask him something, but in the end I decided against it.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Aug 12, 2016 5:43:46 GMT
Another one. This time, I was in an incredibly-high-up cafeteria in a skyscraper of some kind. There was a video playing on a projector starring some random woman, a doctor/professor who lacked a face, and Roger. All three of them explained how Roger was planning to start World War III, which is pretty strange, considering his very anti-war beliefs.
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Post by The Lunatic on Sept 8, 2016 13:42:14 GMT
I would just like to say that your description of Dave's grin was spot-on. Something like this, I expect? [amazing-grinny-gif] Yessiree! Just without the giggly-bit, of course. At the time, I was actually looking for the other Live At Pompeii Gilmour-grin gif, right after he insists that 'We're not ... you can trust us' and then turns it on, nearly shattering the camera lense in the full force of his charisma being directed at it, which immediately makes one begin to very much doubt his veracity...
Erm, mebbe this one
Jeez, Dave, whadderye tryin' to do, blow down The Walls?!
Anyways.
I had strange and vaguely unsettling dreams of a mad person all night, whose gender was as ambiguous as their name, though I seem to have gotten the impression that it was implied that their name was
...
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Pink
Is it possible that I've been reading/thinking about Syd (and Pink) too much lately?
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Post by The Lunatic on Sept 25, 2016 1:58:46 GMT
I had a mad wet dream last night... It started with me on some kind of drug trip with Syd and a friend of his. I don't know if I was actually on anything, but they certainly were and I was hanging with them and doing the whole people-on-LSD bit. (Fittingly enough, I'm getting this ad as I type this: but anyways.) They said that I had to go on a 'trip' (under the influence of something, but an actual time-travelling trip too -- or somethingy like that) to the beginning of the universe and do something, make some change, or else something terrible would happen to the present. Apparently I was the only person who could do this. Syd in particular pleaded so fervently that I felt sure it would affect him personally, so of course I accepted the task, wary though I was. Syd's mate then gave me these two mint-creme-patty-like-things, which contained the drug (an aromatic herb which smelled quite strange in combination with the mint, and had a Latin-sounding name beginning with H which I've forgotten), to be taken when I was to embark upon the journey. I brought them home and spent a lot of time hiding them from my folks, not wanting them to know about my POSSESSING DRUGS (>gasp<) and worrying about what the trip would be like; the last thing I remember was stuffing a patty in my mouth and trying to avoid my dad, before I woke and mentally jotted down every detail so I could post it here.
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Post by seamusthesheepdog on Oct 4, 2016 19:24:03 GMT
I had a mad wet dream last night... This is a typo right?
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Post by The Lunatic on Oct 4, 2016 20:49:48 GMT
I had a mad wet dream last night... This is a typo right? That was a Rick reference. I have since noticed that it may possibly also mean something naughty, though I'm not sure what, not sure I need to know, and I assure you I was wholly ignorant of it at the time.
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