Barrow-Down Dreams - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Laurinquë · 11-09-2009, 09:46 PM

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Originally Posted by Aganzir

Ooh Lauri that sounds lovely! Even though I'm a great fan of weird dreams with lots of action, my favourites are still probably those that are the most beautiful visually. Especially if they have to do with climbing trees.

Usually my dreams are much more madcap (see my earlier BD related one) but I still prefer saner BD-related ones to more surreal dreams of disappearing custard staircases without any Barrow-Downers. BD dreams make me feel like I've actually had a chance to meet all you wonderful people!

Oh and by the way Aganzir, have you ever had the opportunity to come to the States whilst awake? I'm afraid teashops are rather few and far between here. We only have one teahouse in the entire state and it's a rather shabby affair. But with the highest number of coffee stands per capita (in the US), coffee can be found on nearly EVERY street corner in Anchorage.

Boromir88 · 11-10-2009, 12:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Aganzir

And suddenly also Boro is there and starts telling a story about two kids in his school getting mixed up with each other (apparently it was something very serious).

Fortunately besides the incident I really did describe to you, nothing that serious has happened to me yet!

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Originally Posted by Laurinquë

Oh and by the way Aganzir, have you ever had the opportunity to come to the States whilst awake? I'm afraid teashops are rather few and far between here. We only have one teahouse in the entire state and it's a rather shabby affair. But with the highest number of coffee stands per capita (in the US), coffee can be found on nearly EVERY street corner in Anchorage.

But you can still get tea from most coffee places...erm well the coffee places I am most familiar with I should say, Starbucks and Jazzmenn's.

Mithalwen · 11-10-2009, 10:44 AM

But do they serve it with ice cubes? I do try not to be a stereotypical Brit abroad but it never occured to me that I would have to specify I wanted the stuff hot...

Boromir88 · 11-10-2009, 11:52 AM

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Originally Posted by Mithalwen

But do they serve it with ice cubes? I do try not to be a stereotypical Brit abroad but it never occured to me that I would have to specify I wanted the stuff hot...

Yes, almost any drink now you can get either hot or cold. I would think in the middle of a blizzard, and 20 F degrees outside you would not have to specify that you want it hot. However, they still ask "hot" or "iced", they must be required.

Mithalwen · 11-20-2009, 11:10 AM

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Originally Posted by Boromir88

Yes, almost any drink now you can get either hot or cold. I would think in the middle of a blizzard, and 20 F degrees outside you would not have to specify that you want it hot. However, they still ask "hot" or "iced", they must be required.

I wasn't asked... and since they were trying out a new waitress on me amd poor Milly looked like she should be drawing a pension rather than embarking on a new career and looked utterly downtrodden by life and petrified, there was no way on earth I was going to ask for it to be changed. So I drank the iced tea that was almost indistinguishable from the glass of water they gave me free save for an unpleasant twang and left a good tip. The sandwich was fine though.....

Laurinquë · 11-26-2009, 10:30 AM

Well, I've done it again. More Barrow-Downs dreams. I blame it on having only eight hours of sleep in the past seventy-two hours. That, and a broken alarm clock that refuses to die.

But back to my fascinating story. In my dream I was walking along this grassy lane, having just come back from sliding down a pile of metal snow and into the ocean, when I spied a most interesting scene. Legate was leading a seance with Thinlómein, Lindale, and Guinevere and all of them were standing in a circle with their arms in the air and apples on their heads singing some mournful balled. They stopped singing as I approached saying something like "My subconscious must be having a field day!" to which they responded to by holding up candid photos of me. Apparently, Legate had been following me around for the past six weeks or so and taking pictures which he had then sent to celebrity magazines and sold for exorbitant sums of money. And then just as Lindale was about to reveal what it had all been about my drated alarm clock woke me up. I may have to throw it into a snow bank for revenge.

Anyway, thank you for providing me such an entertaining night, but you have a lot of explaining to do.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 11-26-2009, 11:03 AM

Wehoaoough?

Okay, it didn't happen to me for a long time to be in a BDer's dream, but it probably never happened to me to be in a role like this. Wehoaoough? (Yea, I seem to like that word.)

skip spence · 11-10-2009, 12:09 PM

I've had two Barrow-Downs dreams, not very recent ones, but what I could remember of them when they came I can remember still.

In the first the Downer, for there was only one in the dream, had a fairly secondary role. See, me and a (non-downer) friend was climbing a mountain. I'm sure it was a mountain although it didn't look like one at all - in fact, I'm quite certain we never even went outside. No, this climb was more like a mix between an Umberto Eco novel and a computer game. In order to get higher, to reach the next level, me and my mate had to complete cryptic and mysterious tasks in what looked like a huge gothic library, with loads of dusty old books and wide stairways covered by red carpets. But it was a mountain and we were climbing it.

Each time we completed a subsection of the quest, Lommy and her friend Annina came to visit us. Can't remember what we were talking about, but it was always a very nice reward to see the girls after reaching a higher level. It never occurred to us that is was strange that they, unlike us, apparently did not need to do any difficult stuff in order to get higher.

The other BD dream took place in a crowded bus. All the seats were taken and I was standing next to the enclosed box where the driver sits. In the front-most seat, the one almost up beside the driver and the only one in in the bus that doesn't come in pairs, Lalwende was seated. When we recognised each other both were shaken, because apparently we had some kind of romantic history together, something that had ended. For a moment it looked like Lal was beginning to cry, but then she pulled herself together and started dancing, first sort of stripper-like holding a pole (those that can be found on buses), then very close to me. I can't remember any music though. I've only a faint idea how Lal actually looks like irl, but in my dream she was very attractive, and wore black pumps and a short skirt. I knew she was just playing some kind of trick on me though, and although the dancing was alluring, I could not by any means give in to the temptation, and just stood there dumbstruck.

Aganzir · 11-10-2009, 04:56 PM

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Originally Posted by Laurinquë

BD dreams make me feel like I've actually had a chance to meet all you wonderful people!

Yeah, that's true. It's silly but people visiting my dreams makes me feel as if I know them better afterwards. Or rather, dreams can have a heavy effect on how I view people. An example, which is not really the best possible one but which it amuses me to post: the other night I had a dream I was talking about sex with Legate (I'll spare you the details, but suffice to say he talked some... quite unexpected stuff

). When I woke up, I didn't remember my dream but had a feeling I had had a personal chat with him which had helped me to know him better. It was pretty funny when I suddenly realised where that feeling had come from.

Nope, I've never been to the States yet, but I'm bound to end up there sooner or later, what with my love for travelling combined to all you awesome people I know.

Skippy those are quite funny, especially the last one.

The first one is more like cuute.

Thinlómien · 11-11-2009, 01:36 PM

I recently had a dream where I popped to Sally and Folwren and a gang of their friends. They were sitting on the stairs of a white wooden church and singing religious songs and watching the sun set. I joined them and they tried to make me sing with them but I didn't know the songs.

THE Ka · 11-11-2009, 05:20 PM

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Originally Posted by Laurinquë

Oh and by the way Aganzir, have you ever had the opportunity to come to the States whilst awake? I'm afraid teashops are rather few and far between here. We only have one teahouse in the entire state and it's a rather shabby affair. But with the highest number of coffee stands per capita (in the US), coffee can be found on nearly EVERY street corner in Anchorage.

Lol, sounds like Seattle. Though, Starbucks and Tully are fighting for the city, but there are a large number of tea shops in the northern neighbourhoods.

I had a short dream monday night that I was in the architecture building working on a drafting project and Form popped up to beat me over the head with my t-square.
I needed it, but he said I could have it back after I drew something for paper telephone. Then one of my instructors came in and pointed at a sign saying, "If you're going to beat the students, use the appropriate rulers, please.".

Guess I was feeling guilty?

~ Ka

11-10-2009, 10:44 AM	#3
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	But do they serve it with ice cubes? I do try not to be a stereotypical Brit abroad but it never occured to me that I would have to specify I wanted the stuff hot... __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

11-26-2009, 11:03 AM	#7
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	Wehoaoough? Okay, it didn't happen to me for a long time to be in a BDer's dream, but it probably never happened to me to be in a role like this. Wehoaoough? (Yea, I seem to like that word.) __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories

11-10-2009, 12:09 PM	#8
skip spence shadow of a doubt Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Back on the streets Posts: 1,125	I've had two Barrow-Downs dreams, not very recent ones, but what I could remember of them when they came I can remember still. In the first the Downer, for there was only one in the dream, had a fairly secondary role. See, me and a (non-downer) friend was climbing a mountain. I'm sure it was a mountain although it didn't look like one at all - in fact, I'm quite certain we never even went outside. No, this climb was more like a mix between an Umberto Eco novel and a computer game. In order to get higher, to reach the next level, me and my mate had to complete cryptic and mysterious tasks in what looked like a huge gothic library, with loads of dusty old books and wide stairways covered by red carpets. But it was a mountain and we were climbing it. Each time we completed a subsection of the quest, Lommy and her friend Annina came to visit us. Can't remember what we were talking about, but it was always a very nice reward to see the girls after reaching a higher level. It never occurred to us that is was strange that they, unlike us, apparently did not need to do any difficult stuff in order to get higher. The other BD dream took place in a crowded bus. All the seats were taken and I was standing next to the enclosed box where the driver sits. In the front-most seat, the one almost up beside the driver and the only one in in the bus that doesn't come in pairs, Lalwende was seated. When we recognised each other both were shaken, because apparently we had some kind of romantic history together, something that had ended. For a moment it looked like Lal was beginning to cry, but then she pulled herself together and started dancing, first sort of stripper-like holding a pole (those that can be found on buses), then very close to me. I can't remember any music though. I've only a faint idea how Lal actually looks like irl, but in my dream she was very attractive, and wore black pumps and a short skirt. I knew she was just playing some kind of trick on me though, and although the dancing was alluring, I could not by any means give in to the temptation, and just stood there dumbstruck. __________________ "You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way" ~ Bob Dylan Last edited by skip spence; 11-10-2009 at 12:16 PM.

11-11-2009, 01:36 PM	#10
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	I recently had a dream where I popped to Sally and Folwren and a gang of their friends. They were sitting on the stairs of a white wooden church and singing religious songs and watching the sun set. I joined them and they tried to make me sing with them but I didn't know the songs. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

11-26-2009, 10:30 AM	#6
Laurinquë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2007 Posts: 347	Well, I've done it again. More Barrow-Downs dreams. I blame it on having only eight hours of sleep in the past seventy-two hours. That, and a broken alarm clock that refuses to die. But back to my fascinating story. In my dream I was walking along this grassy lane, having just come back from sliding down a pile of metal snow and into the ocean, when I spied a most interesting scene. Legate was leading a seance with Thinlómein, Lindale, and Guinevere and all of them were standing in a circle with their arms in the air and apples on their heads singing some mournful balled. They stopped singing as I approached saying something like "My subconscious must be having a field day!" to which they responded to by holding up candid photos of me. Apparently, Legate had been following me around for the past six weeks or so and taking pictures which he had then sent to celebrity magazines and sold for exorbitant sums of money. And then just as Lindale was about to reveal what it had all been about my drated alarm clock woke me up. I may have to throw it into a snow bank for revenge. Anyway, thank you for providing me such an entertaining night, but you have a lot of explaining to do.