My Dream with Schau and maybe Goody & SqD in it

[walto]

I was hiking with a bunch of people through some hills in California. A guidebook said that L.A. was at the bottom of the other side of one we'd just begun to climb, but when we got to the top, we couldn't see it no matter which way we looked. I said that it was a sprawling city with no center, so maybe the outskirts were down there somewhere. We picked a direction and when we got to the bottom there were a few buildings--more like the L.A. of Chinatown than now. Me, Schau and somebody else (maybe Goody) went into some old building that was a Trollope Library. In the main reading room it was about what you'd expect--some comfortable chairs, tables, lots of bookcases with old books. I was bummed that I could only spend a day there: "I need at least a month," I whined.

I saw they had a shelf with old "Proceedings of the Trollope Society" and I wished that contemporary Trollope groups still had the time and money to get together for meetings. When I noticed that they only had old volumes there, I summoned the librarian (who looked like Squaredancecalling Steve) and said that I thought I'd published something either in those Proceedings or in "Trollopianna" about ten years back, but I couldn't remember which one.

"We have recent numbers of the Proceedings, but we don't carry Trollopianna, the librarian said. "If you don't, who would?" I asked. "Oh," he assured me, "There are many fine collections elsewhere." "Well, could you show us the more modern issues of the Proceedings?" "Certainly." And he took the three of us on a Kafka's Castle walk through back stairways, annexes, watching rooms, etc. At one point we had to climb over a bunch of people sitting in a row of folding chairs watching some Trollope thing or other.

Finally, we got to a room that looked much like the large room we started in. "I'll be damned," said Schau. "This place really IS shaped like an eagle!"

[Dr Dave]

Trollope sounds prophetic these days:

[He...fears that]"...a certain class of dishonesty, dishonesty magnificent in its proportions, and climbing into high places, has become at the same time so rampant and so splendid that men and women will be taught to feel that dishonesty, if it can become splendid, will cease to be dishonorable."

[Scott Dolan]

I've had a dream where Finch was blowing me and telling me that even though I'm gruff-n-tumble he still thinks I'm a really good cat deep down. Then the next thing you know he's part of a lynchmob calling me the biggest asshole he's ever met.

And I've had it more than once.

[Uli]

I had a dream about the hateman getting drunk on aebly's jiizz.

[rollhead]

Who is the "hateman"?

[MRS]

Originally Posted by walto

And he took the three of us on a Kafka's Castle walk through back stairways, annexes, watching rooms, etc. At one point we had to climb over a bunch of people sitting in a row of folding chairs watching some Trollope thing or other.

Funny, if there's one recurrent theme in my own epics, it's the very uncomfortable negotiation of tight passageways, chutes, anterooms, crawlspaces, impassable fenestræ, precarious outcroppings and dilapidated widow's walks.

[jesus marion joseph]

Originally Posted by rollhead

Who is the "hateman"?

I suspect he's referring to Capt. Hate, who prefers to post on Jon's ("aebly") website as opposed to here. Too bad, really. I enjoy his screeds, even when they're directed at Dean Smith.

BTW Dr. Dave, did you get my IM? I received the envelope, and have worn my hat on several occasions now!

[Squaredancecalling Steve]

For decades, my recurring dream-scenes were all of train stations and bus depots. Transitions.

One of my recurring dream places in recent years has been a flat field with roads on either side, a field that looked like it had seen a lot of traffic. And, about a year ago, I saw it! It was in a part of Monte Rio where I lived in 1970, a parking lot for a hotel that I walked on or by on my way to town. The hotels on the river are seasonal, so there are never any cars on them during the off-season. No idea what significance it has, but it was a rush recognizing the source of a recurring dream image.

[Chris D]

Lately I've had a recurring image of me trying to get a bunt down.

Which I haven't done in 20 years.

[Dr Dave]

Originally Posted by jesus marion joseph

I suspect he's referring to Capt. Hate, who prefers to post on Jon's ("aebly") website as opposed to here. Too bad, really. I enjoy his screeds, even when they're directed at Dean Smith.

BTW Dr. Dave, did you get my IM? I received the envelope, and have worn my hat on several occasions now!

I did indeed. Wear it in good health!

[Monte Smith]

Originally Posted by walto

...he took the three of us on a Kafka's Castle walk through back stairways, annexes, watching rooms, etc. At one point we had to climb over a bunch of people sitting in a row of folding chairs watching some Trollope thing or other.

Finally, we got to a room that looked much like the large room we started in. "I'll be damned," said Schau. "This place really IS shaped like an eagle!"

Plainly, you were visiting Borges' Library of Babel. I think I have been there in my dreams, too. Was it hexagonal at all? If there was an old blind man there with a pretty young girl on his lap reading aloud Anglo-Saxon epics, that was Borges.

[Jon Abbey]

Originally Posted by Uli

I had a dream about the hateman getting drunk on aebly's jiizz.

I'm guessing my jizz is a common theme of your dreams, you psycho stalker.

[GoodSpeak]

Originally Posted by walto

I was hiking with a bunch of people through some hills in California. A guidebook said that L.A. was at the bottom of the other side of one we'd just begun to climb, but when we got to the top, we couldn't see it no matter which way we looked. I said that it was a sprawling city with no center, so maybe the outskirts were down there somewhere. We picked a direction and when we got to the bottom there were a few buildings--more like the L.A. of Chinatown than now. Me, Schau and somebody else (maybe Goody) went into some old building that was a Trollope Library. In the main reading room it was about what you'd expect--some comfortable chairs, tables, lots of bookcases with old books. I was bummed that I could only spend a day there: "I need at least a month," I whined.

I saw they had a shelf with old "Proceedings of the Trollope Society" and I wished that contemporary Trollope groups still had the time and money to get together for meetings. When I noticed that they only had old volumes there, I summoned the librarian (who looked like Squaredancecalling Steve) and said that I thought I'd published something either in those Proceedings or in "Trollopianna" about ten years back, but I couldn't remember which one.

"We have recent numbers of the Proceedings, but we don't carry Trollopianna, the librarian said. "If you don't, who would?" I asked. "Oh," he assured me, "There are many fine collections elsewhere." "Well, could you show us the more modern issues of the Proceedings?" "Certainly." And he took the three of us on a Kafka's Castle walk through back stairways, annexes, watching rooms, etc. At one point we had to climb over a bunch of people sitting in a row of folding chairs watching some Trollope thing or other.

Finally, we got to a room that looked much like the large room we started in. "I'll be damned," said Schau. "This place really IS shaped like an eagle!"

I am truly honored to be a part of your dream....actually, anybody's dream

[Uli]

Originally Posted by Jon Abbey

I'm guessing my jizz is a common theme of your dreams, you psycho stalker.

Your guess is as usual, wrong.

[Captain Hate]

Originally Posted by jesus marion joseph

I suspect he's referring to Capt. Hate, who prefers to post on Jon's ("aebly") website as opposed to here. Too bad, really. I enjoy his screeds, even when they're directed at Dean Smith.

I still post about music here but try to stay away from these threads; although seeing Scotty's name in the baseball thread piqued my interest enough to open the Alley and then I saw this by Walter. I'm not sure why Uli's taking shots at me like that but he can do whatever he wants; I don't care.

[GoodSpeak]

Don't be a hater.

[Ron Thorne]

Originally Posted by Monte Smith

Was it hexagonal at all?

What the hell does that question mean?

It was either six-sided or it wasn't.

[walto]

Originally Posted by MRS

Funny, if there's one recurrent theme in my own epics, it's the very uncomfortable negotiation of tight passageways, chutes, anterooms, crawlspaces, impassable fenestræ, precarious outcroppings and dilapidated widow's walks.

That's because you're so tall! At my meager 5'7", it would be finding my way home that would be the issue rather than the tight fit, since I can never find anything/where in waking life. I also have occasional dreams in which I can't throw a ball at all. I rear back and fire as hard as I can, but it just dribbles out of my hand.

[Uli]

Originally Posted by Captain Hate

I still post about music here but try to stay away from these threads; although seeing Scotty's name in the baseball thread piqued my interest enough to open the Alley and then I saw this by Walter. I'm not sure why Uli's taking shots at me like that but he can do whatever he wants; I don't care.

I am just using your speach patterns, to which aebly's new avatar obviously tries to appeal.

[jesus marion joseph]

Originally Posted by Uli

I am just using your speach patterns, to which aebly's new avatar obviously tries to appeal.

Maybe you should try to emulate his spelling skills as well.

[Monte Smith]

Originally Posted by Ron Thorne

What the hell does that question mean?

It was either six-sided or it wasn't.

In English, we modify unmodifiable words all the time. But even still, I think in a dream context, especially a dream as unique as walto's, that a thing can be hexagonal and not hexagonal at the same time. Like your ass, for instance. If anyone dreams of it. Maybe Scott does. Jizzing all the while.

[walto]

Ok, yeah, well then one of the rooms might have been kind of hexagonal.

In the room with the folding chairs, we had to climb over a guy sitting in one of the folding chairs, all pretzelled up, who was at least as tall as Schau: it might have been Aldous Huxley.

That room wasn't even a little hexagonal though.

[GoodSpeak]

Originally Posted by Monte Smith

In English, we modify unmodifiable words all the time. But even still, I think in a dream context, especially a dream as unique as walto's, that a thing can be hexagonal and not hexagonal at the same time. Like your ass, for instance. If anyone dreams of it. Maybe Scott does. Jizzing all the while.

In a British sort of way, of course.

[GoodSpeak]

Originally Posted by jesus marion joseph

Maybe you should try to emulate his spelling skills as well.

Oh, c'mon, JMJ.


Right. Like spelling, syntax, capitalization and proper grammar actually mean anything around here.


No wait! It only matters when I make a mistake. What was I thinking?

Carry on.


My bad.

[GoodSpeak]

Psssh

[jesus marion joseph]

Originally Posted by GoodSpeak

No wait! It only matters when I make a mistake. What was I thinking?

Unless you typed Uli's post I don't see what you're bitching about here.

[Monte Smith]

If Goody could confine his errors to those of language, what an improvement.

[GoodSpeak]

Originally Posted by Monte Smith

If Goody could confine his errors to those of language, what an improvement.

This from the Brit-lover who can't give a straight answer....or an apology.



[I'm thinking of a word to describe you, Monte...it begins with an hypo- and ends with a -crite....any guesses?]

[Monte Smith]

Originally Posted by GoodSpeak

This from the Brit-lover who can't give a straight answer....or an apology.

Interesting! Now I don't owe you an explanation for my anglophilia, I owe you an apology.

Deeply sorry, Goodz. So very, very sorry.

[GoodSpeak]

Um...thanks?