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Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 March 2010

valley of knockanure / truths and rights riddim REMIX

I can't fucking believe that this exists.

Gypsy prince toasting irish folk classics over the truths and rights riddim in your living room.


Who the fuck gave this a two star rating on youtube, this is easily a five if ever i saw one!!

Another one...



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Sunday, 1 February 2009

Dreamtime #2

Last night i had a dream that i went to a restaurant which was only serving bear curry. It was very tough meat. I had to eat it as i was worried people would think i was some kind of pussy clut . Now i found out it actually exists...Then i dreamt i went round Natalie Portman's house (she lived in the loft of a farm outbuilding). I found her playing one of those world of warcraft type games naked. She was strangely hairy with a crud tattoo of a rectangle on her left shoulder blade. She told me to look out the window into the farmyard where there were many cars scattered about the place. She said i could take my pick of any one of them like that scene in karate kid. I always loved that scene as a kid, maybe one of my best film scenes ever. I always wanted to be offered to choose one of those cars, but now that i finally had reached this point in my life i suddenly realised my own car was probably better than any of those on offer. So i turned her down and she was 50% offended, 50% impressed. This is a crucial point in a mans life when he realises his own vehicle is better than any of those Mr Miagi could offer him. It's your entry into manhood, like overcoming your father in a fight. Anyway after i politely said 'no thanks', Natalie wanted to play a weird sex game where i blew up an inflatable toy car whilst she lay underneath it getting sexual thrills from the sensation of it expanding over her body.
How can my brain think up something like bear curry whilst i am fast asleep? The mind is a wonderful thing.

Thursday, 24 July 2008

Dreamtime


Last night i had a dream about a kid i was in school with called Adam who bares a striking resemblance to Agyness Deyn. When we was young there was a story on Adam in the local papers because he had been caught shooting cats in the area with his air rifle. He was one of those kids i was friends with, not because i particularly liked him, but because he lived right near me and he was in my class and we went to judo together. In the dream he had invited me to his birthday party which his mum had arranged at the last minute because he didn't really have many friends. It's imporant to mention that in the dream we were like a strange cross between adults and children.


So when we went to the party it was at this indoor beach. It was just like going to Megabowl or something, but in the megabowl building it was a beach instead of a bowling alley. That's the kind of shit my mind thinks of when i'm asleep. His mum drove us there in her car which was basically like a brown Delorean with wings so it could fly. The car was a model which had been out in the eighties but hadn't ever really had much success (like the Delorean) and his mum was one of the few people about who still had one. It was pretty good fun being flown to the indoor beach in the Delorean but i was pretty shit scared as his mum swooped down to the ground from great heights and you got that kind of dream falling sensation where you never quite hit the bottom, but then i remember thinking, 'she must know what she's doing as she probably goes Tesco's in this every day'.


Then another thing i recall was pretty much as soon as we'd got to the Megabeach, i overheard Adam saying to his mum, ''sorry about Conroy, he's not really big on manners and that, thanks for the party and all the fun.'' I never even had chance to thank her, you fucking idiot, we'd only just got there. As Adam said this to his mum, he had his arm round her. This reflected the fact in real life i had always thought this particular mother and son were a little bit too close, in the way that single mothers and only childs often are. A relationship which doesn't really exist in other families, they become almost like a disturbing couple. Also, once i saw him kissing his cousin in an underpass and he would often lovingly tell a story of how he recalled finding her naked in a bed one time when they were kids.