lipglossed wrote:

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My girlfriend had been record-shopping and brought back a vinyl of Freaks with a full-length picture of Russell on the front in a white suit, a yellow background with blue and red details, the other bandmates' names in the bottom-right corner in an amber box, and the name of the vinyl - printed in all-caps serif font - was called 'Senioriality'.

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So I had this absolutely terrifying dream last night.

I was in this sea side town with great towering cliffs that surround a beach on both side(a place I have visited before in my dreams) and I had to find this hotel on the seafront to deliver something to the band. The thing I was carrying looked a lot like an omnichord. Anyway I found the hotel on the seafront near one of the cliffs. Mark and Candida were standing outside. Mark sees me, reacts in horror, grabs Candida and they both run in  the hotel. I follow them in to try and give them the omnichord but it becomes apparent that the hotel is much bigger and grander on the inside and full of twisted geometry. I try to follow them as best I can but I can't keep up. All of a sudden, the dream shifts and I'm on the tour bus, but it looks more those coaches you have to take school trips on. It becomes pretty clear I've been shanghaied onto the bus. Mark comes walking up the aisle and it dawns on me that instead of just delivering the omnichord I'm expected to play it. I'm now terrified as I have the musical proficiency of a brick. The next thing I know, Mark is dragging me onto a stage. He is furious, raging anger. The stage is surrounded by thick black and red curtains. As Mark is pulling me into the wings, I'm screaming and crying. I drop to my knees and beg him to stop and I can't go on the stage. He rages back at me.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"No."

"You are always thinking how similar we are. Now is your chance to prove it" There is venom in his voice. He spits his words at me.

"I never meant like this. I meant the fear of loneliness."

He leans over. His face twisted, viscous.

"We are not the same.We never have been. And you were a fool to ever think we were."

At this point my body turns into worms and unravels,  disintegrates. Mark, disgusted, snatches the omnichord from what used to be my hands and marches onstage.

I woke up disturbed, scared and very confused.

Hours later I'm still feeling really uneasy. I don't know what this dream portents but I'm afraid.

I had a dream a few nights ago, but I really didn't want to go back and resurrect this thread after over a month.

Anyway, I was at a theme park and there were Pulp themed attractions advertised. One of them was called "Dishes", so I went to have a look. 

There wasn't many people in the queue and when the time came, we were ushered into this small kitchen that kind of looked like my kitchen at home. Mark was giving a cooking demonstration, shirtless, (he had a lot of body hair)  but wearing chefs trousers and was ferociously rolling out some dough, whilst flour was getting everywhere. Being a professional chef, I was inwardly critiquing him. He saw me in the crowd and stopped cooking and came up and greeted me really friendly, which I was kind of confused by, and he asked me how I thought he was doing. At which point I woke up.

This reminds me of another dream I had, a few days before Steve died. I was on a bus, travelling through the back streets of some suburb, when I saw Mark standing on a traffic island - like for the Different Class sleeve. I waved at him, but he looked at me and he seemed really angry, then he crossed the road and then went into a building that looked like some kind of restaurant and there was a party going on. I tried to get into the building, but there was no doors so I couldn't get in. I went to nearby building that had a raised veranda around the outside, and stood and looked in the restaurant, I could see children running around, but I couldn't see Mark anywhere. Suddenly a voice behind me said "You want to get in there, don't you?" I turned round and there was Richard Hawley. I looked at him and said "I want to know the truth." He took both my hands and looked me in the eye and asked, "Do you really want to know the truth?" I said yes. We back and forthed until Hawley said "OK, I'll tell you the truth."

Then I woke up, very frustrated.

I had a dream the other night.

Jarvis was dead... and Russell was driving a tractor pulling a trailer with the coffin & flowers. The country lanes had people dotted about, and they were clapping. It was a lovely sunny day - blue skies, green hedgerows and wild flowers blooming on the verges. My view was right in front of the tractor, in line with Russell. He was looking behind him to check all was ok - it was ok - he was calm, stoic & resolute.

I noticed he was wearing a very pale suit... was it white? His hair was very black. Was he dressed like Hopkirk as in Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased)? 

Jarvis might have been watching on the sidelines, looking pleased with himself, or was that a memory of another time? And if Russell is like Hopkirk, then is he the deceased?

I wasn't sure if what I was watching was real or a TV show being filmed - but I couldn't look anywhere but into the cab of this tractor and everything behind it via the back window.

I was trying to find out what was going on... and then I woke up.

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I will say Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased)* was a favourite programme when I was very young, and Hopkirk was my favourite character... so that figures.

*Obvs the original show, not the Reeves & Mortimer reboot.

Fingers crossed i have a Pulp dream tonight. My dreams are always always without fail related to something that happened in the same day so maybe I'll get Pulp mixed with Barbie and Meadowhall where i went to see it today, which will make for interesting reading.

I had a Pulp dream the other night.

Somehere in a US/Mexican bordertown in the early 20th Century Russell works in a diner slinging food - very faced past, very rough crowd. I see him through the hatch, his eyes are so dark they are almost black. He is looking pretty frazzled and I feel so sorry for him working so hard - it is very hot in the kitchen. I am a waitress sick of it all, I pull out a pad & pencil and get back to work. 

I turn to look around the room which changes into a seedy nightclub (still in that early 20th century bordertown). Lots of cigarette smoke. I am (apparently) a dancer and am being ushered out to dance - I really don't want to. I look back to where the hatch was, and it is now a door and out comes Russell playing his violin - he has to go entertain the tables. We exchange looks like, "Oh god this is embarrassing." He plays and sways around the tables... I take a deep breath, straighten up, check my attitude and walk out to dance... 

Then I wake up.

[Similarities to the 1935 Paul Muni/Bette Davis movie Bordertown are inexplicable as it is a terrible film.]