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*resurrect*
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I second - er - third that.
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That was a bit Python, wasn't it? NARRATOR: Oh, anyway. On to scene twenty-four, which is a smashing scene with some lovely acting, in which Arthur discovers a vital clue, and in which there aren't any swallows, although I think you can hear a starling-- oooh!
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And the Lord spoke forth, and He said 'And lo, the Apocalypse shall come, and the wicked shall be punished in the fires of their sin, but the righteous shall come forth to my eternal paradise, where we shall praise Muse for knowing it was going to happen all along and warning us beforehand with some lovely guitars and a really smashing bit of drumming.'
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So many scary schoolchildren!!! Does Matt do Theology lectures as well as flowers? I'd love to have him as my uni lecturer, that would be great fun. Actually, no, I can't be bothered to wait a year, I'll have Matt, Chris and Dom as my A Level teachers for Classics, Religious Studies and Psychology. Who's best at what, do you think? Oh wait, what about General Studies (blah) and Key Skills Communication (double blah, both compulsory)?
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Can they reach the cards? I had a kind of semi-dazed image appear the night before last, as opposed to an acual dream, as I was half-awake. I was listening to Bliss on my iPod (teh 120-song shuffle!!! yay!!! hehe) and I was thinking in tired half-formed sentences like this: Bliss. Bliss Matt. Matt red hair Bliss. Matt red hair dye? Dye hair red Matt? I woke up slightly by this point and it occurred to me that, while having colourful hair is very cool, the actual dyeing process doesn't seem particularly rock and roll to me at all. Then a fleeting image appeared in my mind of Matt with a bottle of stupidly-named L'Oreal hair dye (something like 'Strawberry Blush') going 'Ooh, harmonising highlights!' Then I thought about it and realised I should probably turn off the iPod and go to sleep. And I like peanut butter.
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I can never remember his name. He's always been Billy Joe Thingbob to me and probably always will.
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I've never started a thread which has avoided death for so long! Wow! I thank you all for the life-support I have dreamed absolutely nothing recently. Nothing at all. Does that make me unimaginative? On a different note my friends are all off at festivals seeing Franz Ferdinand and the Kaiser Chiefs and the Rakes and Bloc Party and Rufus Wainwright and Radiohead and We Are Scientists and MUSE!!! and Maximo Park and (etc)......................................while I'm spending my time on eight hour round trips to go and see universities.
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Funny how all these dreams are either about relationships, sadness or pineapples.
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Answer me these questions three, 'ere my latest concert shall you see! Question One: What is your name? Question Two: What is your quest? Question Three: What is your favourite colour? Question Four: What is the air speed velocity of an unladen Snickers?
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Odd as I've never been claustrophobic...what do the pineapples mean?
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Thank you person who translated my dream, and yes I am in college, and yes I just got my results, but they were very good so I am ok. No wasps for me And all I could think of last night was Pink Floyd going 'I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like!'
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But presumably it wasn't interrupted by my dad waving a phone at you in order to get you to tell a call centre man your national insurance number?
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Woah, that's quite a collection - mental porn, almost. I am gobsmacked! I think I was about to dream this morning but my dad woke me up and waved the phone in my face in order to get me to tell a call centre man my national insurance number, so he might have ruined something really fantastic
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Har har I only heard that song for the first time a few days ago and so I am proud that I get it Last night's dream involved teaching my boyfriend to tango so I guess the Muse influence is wearing off
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Mind you I tend to dream about whatever is on my mind at the time. I work in minor obsessions, i.e. I'm really into something for a few weeks and then I move on (though some things like the Beatles and Franz Ferdinand stuck a bit more, and Muse looks set to join them on the old favourites list). Having a few Muse dreams now is totally expected because I'm getting their back catalogue. When I saw the X Men films for the first time (one and two anyway), I kept having dreams about my boyfriend being blue with yellow eyes...
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Actually thinking about it, that would be bloody scary for M, C and D if it really happened as I dreamed it was the big crazy migraine I had at my boyfriend's house before anyone knew I had them, when I lost all the feeling in my right side, fell over into the fridge and started talking like this: 'Nnngeh! Nnngeh! NNNNNGGGGHHHAAAAHHHH!' Then I wrote down a load of rubbish trying to tell him what was going on because my brain couldn't figure out which letters to put down, and then finally I got my speech back but kept fooking up the words...I tried to tell my dad 'I feel...', and all that came out was 'I steal! Steal! Steal! Steal!' Which was rather funny and also confusing. That would ruin a concert, eh?
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Woah...does that mean you have to repopulate the Earth? I had a dream that I didn't miss out on the Muse concert tickets I tried to book - I even got to meet them - but then I had one of my super-migraines. Dammit!!!
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Is his name Matt?
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As long as you don't start shouting 'OH MATT' or anything, he probably never will...unless his name is also Matt. Which would be really convenient.
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Saying that, I haven't had a risqué dream, and Absolution in my house is a burned copy on a writeable CD belonging to my sister.
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Now I lay me down to sleep, 'Absolution' at my feet, If my dreams get too risqué, Sell my copy on eBay.
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Blimey, you people are a strange as I am. I completely can't remember what I dreamed last night!!! I always remember what I dream!!! Now I have nothing to contribute But I am proud I started something
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I had a dream that, for some weird reason, i was in hospital and had just had a baby (which usually requires sex and pregnancy first, but never mind). Then suddenly, Matt, Rufus Wainwright and Alex Kapranos walked in, and my boyfriend and I both went 'Uh?' That was it. No idea why those three in particular. The most traumatic dream I had was when I was little and I dreamed that my little sister and my teddy bear fell down a big hole! Noooo.... Oh yeah, and my friend Ryan once dreamed that he was riding through the jungle backwards on a rainbow ostrich singing 'I Just Can't Wait To Be King'
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Well over the past five years, I remember dreams about... the Beatles being on a really bad game show which seemed a lot like Ludo (you know, the primary colour game) Being chased by a snake round a barbeque Being pregnant and being annoyed because I couldn't reach my college desk Examining strange green worms in Textiles which had eyes that moved up and down their body Seeing my Religious Studies teacher at the beach when he floated past me on a surfboard Standing on a random platform in our local shopping centre in the middle of the night Being completely blind with a big bandage over my eyes and sitting in a chair listening to Cats the musical on CD while singing Memory really loud Announcing that I was getting married while at my year 11 prom, and my college tutors (no idea how this works) being there and looking really, really confused at this notion Dancing a viennese waltz in the drama studio of my senior school And so on and so forth, so this really isn't that weird, I suppose