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Yow. I just had a complicated dream involving Pee Wee Herman, a series of really bizarre quests ("Find the grave of the Bicycle King!" "Kill the marauding Darklion!") me being an occasionally-disembodied ghost who was supposed to be helping Pee Wee, a male romantic lead who was short, blond, rangerish and missing part of his soul for unexplained reasons, and a few really hot moments (yes, I did blow off finding the grave of the Bicycle King in order to get laid. I have priorities, and if you're only occasionally embodied, you gotta take advantage of your corporeal moments.)

Just as it was building nicely--"I'm off to kill the Darklion! I'll come back for you!" "Woot!"--and it looked like we'd get the final apocalyptic battle scene, Pee Wee would slink back to his playhouse in disgrace, and possibly there would be celebratory corporeality afterwards--there was a knock on the door.

I woke up, staggered out of bed, signed for my new iPod, realized that I was never getting that dream back, and got up instead.

Alas.

I recall the dialog being really romantic, but what I recall of it specifically was just completely nonsensical, which leads me to suspect that romance in dreams is like art in dreams--your brain is not generating either great art or romance, it is generating the sensation of having been exposed to it. Which is an interesting thought.

And now I have to go play with my iPod for awhile.




"Find the grave of the Bicycle King!"

But Lance Armstrong is still alive! :D


I hear Pee-Wee is back in circulation, with a potential movie, or TV show.
I think it's a movie.
I like the guy.



gotta respect a guy that just keeps coming back. I never thought he was all that bad in the first place, and his Pee Wee's Playhouse was brilliant programming, aimed at kids, but more for the parents. And a guy that can crank himself off twice in 10 minutes (that's what he was charged with, two counts of public masturbation, both during a 10 minute porno flick) has got to have a lot of energy, ya know? I actually have Pee Wee's Big Adventure on DVD, still one of my favorite check-your-brain-at-the-door movies. ("I'm in Texas, rrrrrr! I'll prove it! THE STARS AT NIGHT ARE BIG AND BRIGHT!! (everyone walking by) CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP Deep in the heart of Texas!")

y'know. i love sleeping. but i think i love sleeping as much for the fact that my mind is CRAZY when i'm not monitoring it as much for the fact that i don't have to deal with life when i'm sleeping. dreams are FUN.

Bicycle King? But Elvis didn't ride bicycles. And I'm fairly sure he's working in a Burger Lord in Des Moines...

Bicycle King? Darn, the secret's out...

Well we all know that the King is dead and buried
Though we now and then hear rumors he snuck out
From his mansion up in Graceland he was ferried
To a quiet town that's somewhere close about

CHORUS
There's a guy works down the bike shop swears he's Elvis
Shaved the sideburns off, wears spandex racing pants
And he's muscled in the region of his pelvis
Shaking hips' got nothin' on the Tour De France.

Six strings have given way to six-gear sprockets
He now grips his handlebars and not a mike
And the King, he hits the highways like a rocket
And that singing is the gearchain on his bike.

CHORUS


(Feel free to add extra verses ;)

After reading all the comments speculating about the Bicycle King and his grave, I now have "Bicycle Races" by Queen stuck in my head.

/I want to ride my...

Sleep is a colossal waste of time, but dreams almost make it worthwhile.

Waking up before the good ones are finished is awful, though. I'd have loved to know what the Bicycle King's grave looked like.


I recall the dialog being really romantic, but what I recall of it specifically was just completely nonsensical, which leads me to suspect that romance in dreams is like art in dreams--your brain is not generating either great art or romance, it is generating the sensation of having been exposed to it. Which is an interesting thought.


Thank you for putting that into words - I've had that phenomenon hit me every morning before the alarm shatters it, and I've never managed to put my finger on *why* it's such a disappointment to get out of bed.

You had me at "…complicated dream involving Pee Wee Herman."

Of course, if you hadn't been woken up during the dream, it's very likely you wouldn't have remembered it. So while we all mourn the loss of a good dream, hey at least you remember it! During times of extreme stress I used to sleepwalk.. and I'd never remember it happened unless A) someone woke me up I was while doing it or B) someone talked to me while I was doing it and then reminded me of the conversation later. And I still didn't always remember it in situation B.