Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?

Anyone ever had a Maiden related dream?
I once dreamt I was at a Bruce solo gig. It was a really small venue with only a few people watching Bruce perform.
Don't remember the rant though.
 
MindRuler said:
Anyone ever had a Maiden related dream?
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Several, actually:
Black Abyss Babe said:
Last night I dreamt that Janick Gers had been made Prime Minister.
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Black Abyss Babe said:
Okay, some background information is probably needed here for the benefit of those who have never read, or watched, "Neverwhere" by Neil Gaiman. In that story a duck egg in a silver box is used by the Marquis de Carabas to store a part of his life, thus enabling Old Bailey to bring him back to life after the baddies murder him.

Last night I dreamed that such a box was being stored in a monastery somewhere on the Continent (maybe France) in 1999, and Bruce had to retrieve it in order to facilitate Adrian's return to Maiden.

I think I may need another holiday, or at least to read something a bit less weird for a while ...
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Black Abyss Babe said:
Another weird Maiden-related dream last night, and this time I can't blame it on Neil Gaiman. They were playing a concert in a field when an intruder, who turned out to be Ron Matthews, invaded the stage dressed in a Greek/Roman theatre costume (complete with mask) and danced round the stage several times, dragging Bruce around with him. Dave then ran away and, dressed as some sort of priest, escaped on the back of a horse-drawn hay cart.

:confused: ...
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Black Abyss Babe said:
Last night I dreamed that Adrian had written a book about his adventures during his break from Maiden. It was called "Adrian Smith - The Years In Between". I remember clearly it had a bright yellow spine.
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Black Abyss Babe said:
I crashed out for a few hours this evening and had a really messed-up dream in which Adrian and Janick had formed a Status Quo tribute band ...
:confused:
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Black Abyss Babe said:
They probably were [in the army now] but all I remember clearly was them singing "Marguerita Time" and really hamming it up, while engaging in the most limited guitar playing either of them had (probably) ever done.
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Black Abyss Babe said:
Last night I dreamed I was walking around an ornamental garden when I ran into Janick - literally. I fell over and hit my head on the pavement and was escorted away by some first aiders who were concerned to make sure I wasn't concussed. Later I was sitting on a bench somewhere else in the garden and nearby there was a fence made of chains strung between posts. Janick reappeared, admiring a detail in the chain ("Oooh, look at that ..."). He came over and asked if I was okay before kindly informing me that I'd left some blood on the pavement where I fell, and that I really needed to watch where I was going in future.
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Black Abyss Babe said:
I dreamed I was climbing a staircase and I met Janick on his way down. He smiled at me as he went past.
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I dreamt about my new job, which I don't start until tomorrow. I got there and one of the partners from the last job I liked was there too, talking about some (possibly mythical) Portsmouth manager who was apparently famous for always picking the same team (NB it was entirely typical for him to be talking about something like this). Then Bruce appeared, who only wanted to talk about aeroplanes, but as he was escorting me up some stairs (literally, walking behind me with his hands on my shoulders) he also started talking about this mythical Portsmouth manager. And I was thinking: one, do I really need this level of supervision; and two, when did you get so interested in football??
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Black Abyss Babe said:
Janick appeared in my dreams again at the weekend. He encountered me trying to stop a nosebleed and got me a drink of something pink (not sure what) that he said would help (but I can't remember if it did). Then he sat down next to me and invited me to ask him anything. Of course I couldn't think of a single bloody thing to ask him and then woke up feeling somewhat annoyed with myself.
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Black Abyss Babe said:
I dreamt that Bruce hugged me and asked if I was alright. This was quite different from my previous Maiden-related dreams: in all of those my interaction with the band members had been minimal or non-existent and the band members (notwithstanding the occasional change of costume/job) appeared essentially as they are in real life. In this one it seemed that Bruce and I were friends, and knew each other well.
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:)
 
Most of my dreams are work-related. Strange thing is: the working place always is different. Sometimes even in open air.
And sometimes strange people are co-workers.
 
I had a bad dream.
First off, I received news that two girls from my university had died in a car crash. Those two are best friends in real life and I’ve often seen them together. One of them I know personally but the one I know less has been my crush for around 1.5 years. So hearing of her death tore me apart and when I cried, it felt like crying for real. I also had a conscious battle over whether this accident really happened or if it’s a dream. I tried searching for the girls on Facebook but no results came up so I concluded that they had actually died and their profiles had been removed. So, I went to the supposed place of accident. There were no traces of a car crash, it was a completely illogical place for a crash to begin with. Even though I had been there alone, three workers suddenly appeared around me, and before I could do anything, they handed me a drill and made me work. The workplace was all dusty and dirty. Someone must’ve pressed a wrong button because the four of us were suddenly launched down into the earth on an elevator. Someone tried to fix the machinery but broke it altogether so we fell about 50 metres below the ground and became trapped. We soon learned that in addition to the four of us, there was a malevolent fifth person lurking in the depths. He tried to lure us into a trap by shouting various provoking sentences like “Sammy wants to play with you, come to Sammy”, and soon enough one of us grabbed a gun and went to look for him. Another one soon followed. “They’re basically walking into death,” I thought, and they never returned. So there were two of us left against this mysterious villain. We eventually got tired and decided to get some sleep. I asked the other guy what would happen if the murderer caught us in our sleep, we’d be done for. The other guy didn’t seem to care much. All of a sudden, the villain’s nasty face appeared some three meters away from me and the lights went dark. I screamed my partner’s name, who was already asleep, and woke up in real life, yelling a real friend’s name. It was a moment of genuine terror.

Somewhere between this nightmare, there was a more pleasant episode of me visiting Rio de Janeiro and admiring its historical architecture. In the evening, we had a party with some locals who seemed awesome but I was so tired that I could only keep one of my eyes open. I told the locals that as much as I wanted to get to know them, I had to go to sleep. Someone grabbed me and transported me to the toilet, thinking that I was too drunk and needed to vomit, but I was just damn tired, for frick’s sake.
 
A girl I like was conducting an Agatha Christie type mystery game in a haunted house. The goal of the game was to answer the question: “Who was startled by the strange events in the house, the wife or the husband?” So first the people had to get acquainted with these strange events. Sure enough, there was something eerie going on, like strange flashes of light appearing from under the door of a room, or dark shapes appearing and disappearing in the corners of people’s eyes. Some of the guests died during this game and in the end there were about five people left. Among them was a black woman who decided to experiment by walking around the house, constantly talking to herself so the others who were waiting in the living room could hear her. At one point her speech stopped and she returned to the living room with the skin ripped off from her face. In the end, the mystery had something to do with a bat who was terrorising the house.
 
Saapanael said:
A girl I like was conducting an Agatha Christie type mystery game in a haunted house. The goal of the game was to answer the question: “Who was startled by the strange events in the house, the wife or the husband?” So first the people had to get acquainted with these strange events. Sure enough, there was something eerie going on, like strange flashes of light appearing from under the door of a room, or dark shapes appearing and disappearing in the corners of people’s eyes. Some of the guests died during this game and in the end there were about five people left. Among them was a black woman who decided to experiment by walking around the house, constantly talking to herself so the others who were waiting in the living room could hear her. At one point her speech stopped and she returned to the living room with the skin ripped off from her face. In the end, the mystery had something to do with a bat who was terrorising the house.
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Saap, you have some wicked dreams...
 
I had a weird dream. A former schoolmate and I were listening to a Rush album marathon played on a giant screen in a yard that was completely empty. We then talked about the sudden death of Raymond vh Groenewoud, a Belgian artist whom we both adored. Why weird: this schoolmate passed away a few years ago and I never got the chance to say goodbye due to his illness. Which I regret. :( And Raymond is still alive and kicking.
 
I dreamt there was a documentary TV show about the darker side of New York everyday life, focusing mainly on mentally unstable people. The footage showed strangely dressed people in elevators spouting nonsense amid other “normal” people. They showed an array of different kinds of loonies, including heroin addicts, sometimes captured on camera by random people. It was a slightly scary but very interesting watch because of the genuine and immediate nature of the show, with little to no interruption from the camera crew. Based on the image quality, the show seemed to be some 25 years old.
 
Saapanael said:
I dreamt there was a documentary TV show about the darker side of New York everyday life, focusing mainly on mentally unstable people. The footage showed strangely dressed people in elevators spouting nonsense amid other “normal” people. They showed an array of different kinds of loonies, including heroin addicts, sometimes captured on camera by random people. It was a slightly scary but very interesting watch because of the genuine and immediate nature of the show, with little to no interruption from the camera crew. Based on the image quality, the show seemed to be some 25 years old.
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I missed the first two words and ended up thinking this was the Now Watching thread.
 
I was on holiday with my family. We were visiting the Grand Canyon. For some reason there was a boat tour on the Colorado River that took us past Mount Rushmore, which, for some reason, was there also. Mount Rushmore was really small and I made fun of that and found myself thinking it's completely overrated and overpriced and they should have done something more useful there. Then I went to a store to buy a coke and my girlfriend told me that if I am going to pee off the edge of the canyon she will break off the holiday and take me straight home.
I thought that was a bit unfair because I wasn't planning to do that anyway because it's a stupid thing to do and people falling off while at it is actually the main cause of death at the national park.
 
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