Weird forum dreams

Last night I had a dream that there was another Herne Hill Velodrome, it was right next to HH station and was a 20s or 30s building which completely surrounded the track. The track itself was about 300m not very steep and in terrible condition with big cracks in it. There were also some buildings in the track center, along with some kids playing cricket.
Nevertheless there was a race meet on whilst the other HH was shut, lots of people I know were there and I went into the track center to chat to them.
The buildings were all in use though in a pretty poor state of repair, I went into the toilet which was more like a bathroom, there was a massive bath full of water which I urinated in. The whole room was painted pink except for the plumbing fittings.
I asked someone about the place and was told it was owned/run by Southwark council but they hadn't really done anything to it for years, as it looked like a library or municipal building from the outside hardly anyone knew about it or bothered going there.

It was such a vivid dream that I woke up believing it to be true for a few seconds.

The new building represents the wall of cyclesport with which you've shielded yourself from the rest of the world.

The track represents your perception of your self, your body, your mind.

The children represent your past, and despite a moment of nostalgia, you chose to stick with your current path, and indeed to freshly mark your territory.

You feel slightly taken for granted in your current role.

Needed a piss, etc.

The last thing I dreamed before waking up this morning was I was in a room and a woman of middle-eastern extraction in a head scarf walked in and caught her husband, a muscled black man, having a gay affair.

:S

Not with me, I was a fly on the wall.

Last night I dreamed I bought some vitamin pills in the shapes of small plastic soldiers.
They were too difficult to swallow and I cursed my idiocy at choosing them.

What the fuck was that about? I think I must have been inhaling grouting.

Maybe you'd heard 'Little Tin Soldier' by the Small Faces during the day, and dreamstate phonological mutation had turned 'little tin' into 'vitamin'.

Don't want to get into the other stuff.

I had a horrible dream last night.

We were doing a forum ride but BRM led me astray by leaving early so we could go out for some sneaky pints afterwards. We went to get my bike my shed and all my bikes had been stolen. Then I woke up.

Had to go and check the shed just to make sure it was a dream!

not forum but vivid. was stalked though the suburbia of my childhood all night last night by a terminator-esquely undestroyable man-eating tiger. fucking terrifying.

at one point the tiger's fave evolved into a animated version of this:

singing this:

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRFPs7L9Vgw"]FAITH
NO MORE - CAFFEINE LIVE - YouTube[/ame]

whoops. hit quote instead of edit to fix bum link.

So Richie was in both dreams. Weird.

I've had two zombie killing dreams recently. When I had tools with which to kill them they were a large Global kitchen knife and a pair of ornate nail scissors hanging off my belt loop on a piece of string. Other times I had nothing and just ran away. At the end of one of them I threw bacon at an old woman.

Not forum related I know. Just wanted to tell someone.

Last night I ate a beef stew at midnight after working an insane 15.5 hr day. This morning I dreamed I did a kind of DD only we ended up arriving at a small suburban town. We trolled around this town, everyone going off in different directions and basically trying to decide where to go and have a freaky no-sleep party. Jacqui, Rene, Loic, dropout, spybot, Object, rocksteady and somebody I remember, but it was basically a masive forum mayhem ride. We all ended up in this suburban bungalow drinking and napping and being generally jolly/knackered, just like at Dunwich, only it was in this bungalow. Then as early morning turned into day, all these staring people started gathering around the bungalow, not threatening but kind of freaked by us all having a party.

Then I woke up shouting, with horrible cramp in one calf. I moaned to Ms Skullette about my cramp, which started to subside, then said 'Oh I just dreamed I dud Dunich again'
To which she replied 'I'm not surprised if you've just ridden to Dunwich!'.

How we laughed.

That was a killer party.

So Richie was in both dreams. Weird.

Haha.

not a forum dream as such, but here goes...

In a waiting room of some type, having a discussion with strangers. Woman next to me commented to another person "Well you are a foreigner". I told her there was no need to be rude to the guy, she then responded by calling him a properly racist name which I don't use and he said "it's ok, there's idiots in every country"

Then I woke up, racism and sarcasm all in one go, just like here...

Last night I dreamed I was on a train coming back to London, and my bike was in the guards van. Stelle then boarded the train having put her bike in the same place. When we were getting off the train our bikes were no longer there. We were standing on the platform talking to the guard and he just closed the doors and let the train pull out (while our bags were still on the train). We then had to run, trying to beat the train to its next stop.

I have had recurring dreams about losing bags/property on public transport for years, but to lose my road bike was a even worse. In the dream I was wondering what I would get to replace it.

I think I dreamt about Chainbreaker and Dancing James once, but I can't really be sure. Especially as I have only met the latter once, and never the former.

Bit weird.
I dreamed that I was at some Community Centre birthday bash with GeneralLucifer, whom I have never met.
He looked a like a cross between Richard D.James and the dude who works in my local greengrocers

Had a dream about a mental drunken night ride, started out riding with an amorphous mass that represented the forum. Saw hippy wizzing past, had a dangerously loose rear mudguard flapping around which, naturally, concerned me a great deal. All the streets were De Beavoir ish. Was riding these weird contraptions that were like pedal chairs, with photoben who somehow was also Josh. And Jacob from ctrl couriers. Went into a brightly lit storeroom shop thing, saw Jacqui who wanted this plant that for sale. Benjoshjacob crashed into a car.

There was other weirder stuff, including Milky Bars.

Can we merge this thread with the Insomnia thread? Might make the world a better place.

And the Last night I dreamed thread.

Maybe the Depression thread too, and "Any Question answered"

Then we basically have pub chatter minus teh hoofball crap.

I keep having a re-occurring dream about this swimming pool complex, there are 2 indoor pools, one is like a free dive pit (scary deep) with rock ledges around the outside and plants and the other is like 1 lane up 1 lane back and then you swim up like a log flume and down the other side like a water fall.
It's Ace, but I really want to do laps in the dream and i keep getting frustrated cos im not swimming enough and people are too slow and playing. I walk around trying each different pool to see which is the quietest....last night I stopped to play some cards with some old peeps, one of which was smoking a cigar and a woman who had something on the table.... maybe a silver tea pot or something, she had won it....

The 3rd pool is outdoors and it's always cold but the sun is shining and there i can swim.... I can go back into the dream if i wake up too.....
I love dreams.

Last night I dreamt that lots of people built bikes out of stuff they found in skips and went for a long ride behind a huge silver bus. I think Velocio had organised it. My bike wasn't very good because it was made of table legs and plywood and it was all floppy. I couldn't keep up with everyone which was frustrating because I knew if I could make my bike work I would be really fast. We rode across sand dunes and the bike wobbled all over the place and it was difficult to keep control. There was a narrow path on a ridge with deep soft sand either side and if you went in the sand it was hard to keep going. The path went across a causeway in the sea and I was scared I would fall in. I discovered that my bike worked better if I rode it backwards and held it together with my legs. So I rode backwards and the wind blew bits of wood in my face that were falling off my bike. I remember laughing. We came to a wierd place with deep black mud which was soft like silk and had tyre tracks in it. There was a man with a beard standing by the fence and it seemed like it was his place and we were trespassing in his mud but nothing bad happened. I rode through the mud very slowly and it went on my shoes. Then there was a party and my freind Sian was in a band called Sian and the Murphys and we all agreed they were very good. Her name was written in gold on the poster.

I keep having a re-occurring dream

I had a re-curring dream once

Weird forum dream for me the other night.

Hippy, Apollo (neither of whom have I met or had much interaction with on here, though it was a pleasure to meet you in my dream gents) and I are at a marquee party, maybe a wedding or something. Hippy is tall and dashing and dressed in a blazer and straw boater combo. He is a genial toff. (I am led to believe that this is an incorrect approximation of Hippy) Apollo is tall and distant, I am unable to describe him.

Hippy has discovered a jar of Marmite but does not recognise it, he's about to to whap a loaded spoonful into his mouth thinking it's chocolate spread. He does so against my recommendation and then goes on the rampage, scattering mid-afternoon wedding disco-ers asunder.

Mayhem ensues. Apollo makes his exit gracefully, distancing himself from the now rabidly foaming Hippy.

Then I woke up.