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This is just for fun, Will! Sharing film music-related dreams may have some common entertainment value for us here, I think (although the interest in this thread is largely underwhelming these days). I keep my more personal dreams to myself, as well as my interpretations, but it's always fun to read your take on the shenanigans. 
That's a defence mechanism, Thor.
The thing about a dream is that, unless you edit it, it is what it is, and it can point at what it points to.
Suppose you had a gun pointed at your head. You could go online here and tell everyone, 'There's this nutcase pointing a gun at my head, but, hey, I'm just typing this in fun. I've really got the police alerted and I'm just waiting to overpower him. Do you other guys also have stories about people who are pointing guns at your head? It'd be fun to share them'.
You know very well that this is no forum for that sort of thing, as I've said. I know how you work y'know.
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Nov 14, 2011 - 7:23 AM
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Since I started watching Fringe (beginning at season 1 via Netflix) earlier this year, I've had no fewer than three dreams in which I've hung out with Anna Torv. I'm not complaining, not by a long shot, though it is a bit unusual. My dreams are never this interesting. I don't have recurring dreams so I guess my mind came up with a recurring theme.
Funny you should dream about Anna Torv, Krazyfilmscorefan, since dreams play a crucial part in the recent episodes (Olivia dreams about Peter before he reappears in their reality).
As for you, Will, sorry, your random rants will never make sense to me. As I said, this is all just for fun. But your dream interpretations do have lots of entertainment value, a case where your rant-like posts come to their right. That's a compliment, I suppose!
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As for you, Will, sorry, your random rants will never make sense to me. As I said, this is all just for fun. But your dream interpretations do have lots of entertainment value, a case where your rant-like posts come to their right. That's a compliment, I suppose!
Did you lay a little trap, Thor?
There's this old Arab proverb: 'Don't insult the man you invite to sit down to dinner'.
But then, you know that of course Thor, you have such good manners.
BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LAY BARE YOUR DREAMS FOR THE PUBLIC. YOU JUST EXPOSE YOURSELF.
Here endeth the lesson.
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I'm gonna share more as soon as I get them, providing I remember them afterwards. Now share YOUR funny/weird film music dreams, Will!! You know you want to.
Not here, Thor. Very few relate to film music, only a half-dozen, but some of those were very important.
If you keep a thing sacred, it'll respond by being sacred. If you hand your dreams over to the sacred, then the sacred has something to communicate with.
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Dec 9, 2011 - 2:57 AM
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Another film music-related dream last night.
I dreamt that Ford Thaxton(!) was establishing a soundtrack store in Oslo. A version of him, anyway, this one had a full, black beard, was bald and no suspenders. He looked like a young Rob Reiner. As no soundtrack store has ever existed in Norway, neither online nor brick-and-mortar, I was of course very excited.
Entering the rather small store with a huge crowd on opening day, I immediately went for a cheapie bin and found lots of treasures, among them Horner's COCOON (I have no particular interest in this score, but I assume it appeared as a lucrative object because of its collectability) and others I can't remember while the other non-soundtrack fans rummaged through the aisles. I was convinced that I had a huge advantage, being one of the few hardcore Norwegian soundtrack fans.
Anyways, I put the pile of collected CD's (all of them gems) next to me while I flipped through some CD's further on, but as I turned back, they had all gone! Who could have taken them? I looked around, and saw some potential thiefs, but I didn't know exactly who so it led to a sense of paranoia and anger.
He, he...
I wonder if it was triggered because of all the threads about the Family Store offers, and me wanting to "project" a similar situation to a Norwegian setting.
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..... this one had a full, black beard, was bald and no suspenders.
Take note gentlemen, take note.
He had no suspenders. Unlike the Ford Thaxton we know, who always sports suspenders. Doesn't everyone?
All Thor's friends wear fishnets.
It's all right there.
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Another film music-related dream last night.
I dreamt that Ford Thaxton(!) was establishing a soundtrack store in Oslo. A version of him, anyway, this one had a full, black beard, was bald and no suspenders. He looked like a young Rob Reiner. As no soundtrack store has ever existed in Norway, neither online nor brick-and-mortar, I was of course very excited.
Entering the rather small store with a huge crowd on opening day, I immediately went for a cheapie bin and found lots of treasures, among them Horner's COCOON (I have no particular interest in this score, but I assume it appeared as a lucrative object because of its collectability) and others I can't remember while the other non-soundtrack fans rummaged through the aisles. I was convinced that I had a huge advantage, being one of the few hardcore Norwegian soundtrack fans.
Anyways, I put the pile of collected CD's (all of them gems) next to me while I flipped through some CD's further on, but as I turned back, they had all gone! Who could have taken them? I looked around, and saw some potential thiefs, but I didn't know exactly who so it led to a sense of paranoia and anger.
He, he...
I wonder if it was triggered because of all the threads about the Family Store offers, and me wanting to "project" a similar situation to a Norwegian setting.
Another good one.
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I was working for John Williams, who was a really nice guy, and he asked me to make hotel reservations for him for his next concert. He also asked me to make SURE that there was roast beef at the reception for him at his hotel.
Because he was a really nice guy, I made sure PERSONALLY to mail a roast beef that I had made myself to his hotel room, well in advance of the reception.
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i hadda jerry dream too recently!
Me and him were talking about the fanatics who buy every score of his.
jerry says "yeah, that Riotengine is the worst of all of them"
true story, greg, dont blame me
luvya
btrm
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OK, I have to tell about this dream I had about...
...JOHN WILLIAMS!!!
I was out by a road and I suddenly caught John Williams' eye a few yards away. He was playing golf under some trees. I thought, "well, he's not exactly my favorite composer, but it would nevertheless be fun to get his autograph". But I didn't have a pen and paper so I searched high and low out by the road, and at last I found a pen and a white purse (!) that had to work as a piece of paper. I actually ripped the purse in two so it would be easier to write on it.
When I came back to where Williams was, there was suddenly a long line of people who stood and waited for his autograph, and I didn't want it THAT bad, so I left.
Some time later Williams was playing/conducting some music at a party, and the last thing I remember from the dream was that some people carried a cascet out from the party, probably with a dead Williams lying inside. So not a happy ending!
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