i had a dream where I hung out with momus...

[imomus]

Did I ever appear in one of your dreams?



If so, today's your chance to tell the world about it.

Comments

Always at a gig....

[(Anonymous)]

...the attendance is poor, but Joe Howe is around showing his support. He introduces me to you, and we discuss about manifestos - mainly Dada and Futurist.

Re: Always at a gig....

[(Anonymous)]

Also, I had a dream during the time you were in Norwich...you arrived in Cambridge and we went to Storm Thorgerson's art exhibition.

Re: Always at a gig....

[imomus.livejournal.com]

In real life, although I was invited to Norwich this year for Can09, I never went!

[subalpine.livejournal.com]

According to an old dream journal I have, the earliest mention of a Momus-related dream was in May 1999, when I dreamed of standing at the side of a street in the town where I grew up when Aspen (a girl I knew from high school) drove by and said, "Momus is my squeeze." (The rest of the dream consisted of watching a music show on TV with a poetry reading by Gary Snyder, where he was introduced as a character from "Jack Kerouac's book The Little Dharma Bums," and a Thai singer who reminded me of Usher and played an electronic keyboard housed in the body of a regular piano, playing with "a more aquatic sound.")

And if you hadn't mentioned it now, I would have completely forgotten that last week I had a dream (maybe half-forgotten now) that I was riding a bus past the cemetery between Addy and Bluecreek near where my grandparents' house was. The driver handed me a (Swedish?) newspaper that featured an article written by you, and all I can remember now is that you used a supposed anagram of "Hillary Rodham Clinton" in your writing:
Succi Rocccaloop RRR

Other than that, I remember a vivid dream with music derived from "The End of History," and another dream (dreamt while I was in Shanghai) of discovering a little room in a house where you were playing an apparently different song called "At the End of Infinity"

[(Anonymous)]

Christ, dream stories are really, really, really, really, really boring. Why on earth do you want to know if anyone's dreamed of you?

[imomus.livejournal.com]

Completely disagree. The "me" that exists in other people's dreams is a fascinating golem, a being I can't control, who nevertheless shares some of my features. I'm fascinated to learn what situations that golem gets into. He seems mostly to be enjoying art shows with people, interspersed with bouts of homosex.

[(Anonymous)]

They may be interesting to you, Momus, since you're the subject of them. But for the rest of us, the old maxim that one's own dreams are endlessly fascinating while those of others are endlessly boring still holds true.

[theartoflamb.livejournal.com]

NOPE

BUT

I did see you riding the U8 one day with three hot girls.

[(Anonymous)]

Now that you all mention it, I do remember an occasion when - in the streets of some place cognitively halfway between Berlin and Glasgow - you broke down and finally revealed all those vulnerabilities that have been poked about for years by all your anonymous commenters. I awkwardly tried to console you (vowing never to say hello to a celebrity again).

It's similar to my dream of Obama at a nightclub, dancing up against my leg with rejected gay desperation in eyes. I seem to have some subconscious urge for confident figures to just go ahead, drop all their defences and finally submit to pity.

[(Anonymous)]

No, I haven't.
-John Flesh

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry you got replaced by the new model.

[(Anonymous)]

Why don't she write?!

dreaming of me

[sm255.livejournal.com]

Yes I have dreamed about you: we were together on the banks of a river that was in flood, and watching all the debris flowing by (chairs, other furniture, very much people's stuff). Then the floodwaters rose even higher and I got swept away. You tried to reach me but couldn't. [Thanks though.]

And then I was in a haunted house.

Stephanie

[(Anonymous)]

Too strange! This is my dream (really!) :

I wake up in the morning, feel like had an appointment with friends, so I have to hurry.
But I feel too lazy to do anything that I end up leaving the house only wearing my grey pajamas without brushing my teeth, washing my face and even without brushing my hair.
People on the street are keep staring at me because of my terrible appearance, but I feel nothing is wrong with me so I keep going.
Finally I meet my friends, who happen to be you and Hisae!
We talk quite long, but you and Hisae are slowly trying to get to sit farther from me. I feel strange but then realized that's because I smell so bad!!

That was the dream.
Yes, yes, it's so strange!!!
I mean, the story of the dream itself, the fact that actually I never meet/talk to you and Hisae, the thing that is you appear also in someone else's dreams, and you posted this topic on the same day I had the dream!!!

I read other people's dreams about you, and..... I think my dream is the worst?

I hope you don't get insulted about my dream! >_<
I think the dream is very funny and absurd that actually not long after I woke up I tell about it to my boyfriend.
We laughed so hard!!

[imomus.livejournal.com]

No, your dream is not the worst at all, except in that I'm sure you smell lovely, in fact, and that we'd be craning towards you rather than straining away!

[(Anonymous)]

I've had dreams that included you, though not entirely about you.

I remember one a few months back where you and I were discussing the Akai S5000 sampler which you had just acquired, you demonstrated all of the sounds of "Hippopotamomus" including a few unreleased songs which I hate myself for not remembering.

(did you ever own an Akai s5000?)

You were very excited to re-record "Hippopotamomus" because you were "sick to death of having to re-listen in shame"

We all gathered in a recording studio and you had a bowl haircut, your hands were on your hips as you sway them. . .you couldn't have been more happy!!

It ends with you discussing your book as your in tears, telling me that the internet has drained your creativity and this will be your last 'offering'

[imomus.livejournal.com]

did you ever own an Akai s5000?

No. I went straight from the Akai S900 (which you hear on Hippopotamomus) to the Akai S2800, and stopped there.

"Sick to death of having to re-listen in shame" would be a great slogan to print on record shop bags.

Take two magic mushrooms and call me in the morning

[(Anonymous)]

other than the usual psychedelic induced dreams--mushrooms, DMT, etc--
as an urban shaman, i would advise those interested in lucid dreaming to try a bit
of valerian in their nighttime tea, i say a bit because it's known to also induce
nightmares which aren't always fun...

otherwise, the tried and true mugwort herb is always a magical potion for
golden slumbers. may you all enter the realm of buddhas, angels and ascended
masters. blessed be.

Aural/ visual hypnogogics

[(Anonymous)]

I don't remember dreams. That is to say that either they have no narrative or that their narrative evaporates on waking up. A feeling remains, sometimes for years. Whether that's because it's a recurring dream or not, I don't know.

The last one I remember was about Slint's "Spiderland" except it was nothing like that record at all. It was about music, or about how music is dreamed up, or something along those lines.

More interesting to me is the liminal phase between an awake state and a sleeping state. This is the time to really explore the bonds between perception and projection.

All I talk about is all what really am: nobody falling off a high nothing into a vast nowhere. And enjoying it.

Tatjob

[(Anonymous)]

Incredibly enough, I had a dream about Momus the night before this entry was posted--I haven't been here or anywhere much on the web in months, but peeked here today and saw what a coincidence had occurred.

Anyway, it's been a couple days now, but I do remember I was a tattoo artist with my own tattoo parlor (truth told, I hate tattoos) and was about to give Momus an elaborate tattoo on his penis, but at the last second he recoiled and I woke up. Add this one to the several dreams I've had about Momus over the years. Why, when I rarely dream about my dearly departed loved ones?

Re: Tatjob

[imomus.livejournal.com]

You clearly experienced a traumatic "primal scene" involving my penis during your formative years. Tell me about your mother...

Re: Tatjob

[(Anonymous)]

Well, to start with, I found Mummy in the wardrobe with some infrantrymen, whilst Daddy lay dead on the ironing board...

Puzzlingly, this dream was only the latest in an occasional series, some of which I've recounted to this select audience over the years. I still can't figure out why I dream of Momus but so rarely of people I actually know or knew. My dreams are mostly filled with inept stand-ins and extras eager to attract the attention of the director.

Sigh--visiting here today has made me nostalgic, but I'm afraid if I hang out with Momus too long--in my dreams or on the web, I'll never finish my book. Double sigh.

Re: Tatjob

[slime-slime-sly.livejournal.com]

Momus is a very dream-able character, its been a recurring topic in this blog that he loves to come back to and just look at the length of this thread...I guess its the eyepatch, and those dresses

[slime-slime-sly.livejournal.com]

i have a bunch but cant remember the specifics. happened 4 years ago when i obsessed over your essays and devoured them all. I have them written somewhere.

[inuitmonster.livejournal.com]

I dreamt once that I met you in London and you bought me to a sex shop. Then I met one of my friends and we saw some tanks driving around.