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[Anonymous No.5424221]

have you ever had a dream about an author?

i dreamed that i was staying at a hotel and philip k dick was there. he was quite a young man and obviously mentally ill. he came and sat opposite me at breakfast despite me not knowing him and immediately launched into an extremely intense and hard to follow conversation - it felt like he was suffering from word salad. i was very impressed with him but at the same time very unnerved. he was clearly a genius and i was quite starstruck, but i felt very sad trying to follow his rambling thoughts and realising that they led nowhere

after a while, a female acquaintance of mine joined us and i tried to tell her who he was but he immediately started intensely engaging her before i could interject and she was visibly uncomfortable with his attention. i was at a loss as to what to do and eventually just got up and left as i saw him trying to touch her face and her visibly flinching

pic should be related, except at the time i had this dream i didn't know what he looked like, so he instead looked like a weird young man with glasses and i have no idea where the face came from

[Anonymous No.5424240]

that sounds funny. i havent ever dreamt about an author but i did have a dream where i was cyberbullying eminem once

[Anonymous No.5424245]

>dreaming about a young man named dick
yeah, I haven't read much Freud (or the rest of your post), but you're probably a fagot.

[Anonymous No.5424253]

>>5424240

that's hilarious.

last night i dreamt i was playing in a band with Andy from parks and rec and about 8 other people

[Anonymous No.5424255]

>>5424245
dreaming about phallic symbols doesnt have much to do with homosexuality in freud's psychology. it's more to do with power

[Anonymous No.5424297]

>>5424221
I dreamed about seeing Arthur Schopenhauer at a grocery store in Frankfurt yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.

He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

[Anonymous No.5424302]

>>5424297

fuck these are funny

[Anonymous No.5424305]

>>5424255
what does Freud have to say about straight men being aroused by the sight of the penis in pornography

[Anonymous No.5424314]

>>5424297
Considering Schopenhauers personality I could actually imagine such a thing happening.

[Anonymous No.5424391]

i once dreamed i was on a luxury yacht, attending some literary convention.

Iain M Banks was there. he punched me in the face.

[Anonymous No.5424427]

I've had three dreams about authors. Each has been a while ago so I don't remember them well.

The first happened about the time I read Steppenwolf. The protag dreams of Goethe. About the same time I was reading stuff about Joyce. There was no scenery. Almost a grey emptiness. He was in front of me. I said, "I'm a big fan of your work." He replied very calmly, "what of me have you read?" I answered, "Dubliners and A Portrait of the Artist." To which he said stentoriously, "That's it!?" Shame overcame me.

I dreamed I was in Freud's home with antiques all around. I don't know what his home looked like in real life. I felt like I was a child. He came down from the stairs and said something to me. I forget what it was. But I remember it was brief, only a few words, but was powerfully said. It cut into a character flaw I have. I forget which, but it was more advice on overcoming it than criticism for it.

The third. I dreamed I was at some mansion, more like a chateau. I remember being very impressed with the place, its elegance. In an upper room a man was writing. I recognized but couldn't identify him. I don't remember what was said, but we went to a laboratory in the basement. I realized hallucinogens were being manufactured there. When I awoke I realized that the guy writing was Thomas Mann and that I dreamed he had a drug lab.

[Anonymous No.5424465]

i'm pretty sure i had a dream about tao lin once but i don't remember what it entailed
probably drugs

[Anonymous No.5424507]

Dreamt I was at Pynecone signing. Uncomfortable being in the queue, fully composed of fat chicks. Wished those in front of me out of existence; rest started complaining about that by making those loud, flaring, irritated, pinched fat chick faces, said they ought to take their places because of something to do with a Balance. Finally ended up in front of what turned out to be a table with an old funky-looking microphone on it, back of which covered by one large beige drape overflowing on the whole thing, cables connected to the setup running afar into dark places. Asked Pynecone-the-microphone if there'd be another Wall, it said yes there would be one and it'd cost us three [?] (denomination unknown). Woke up at that.

[Anonymous No.5424619]

>>5424221
You don't happen to have read The Legacy of Totaliterianism in a Tundra before bed ?
>philip k dick was there
>breakfast
>suffering from word salad
litwritesabook.com/chap10pt2 -> ctrl + f "upper"

Also write a dream journal if you can. That's also great for lucid dreaming.

[Anonymous No.5425843]

>>5424221

For the past year or so, I've only had dreams where my ex-girlfriend and I reconcile our differences, forgive each other our faults, and join together in a long, warm and deeply human embrace.


Sad but true.