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wolven7Einstürzende Neubauten - [Weil Weil Weil]--- I dreamed that I was riding the mind of a doctor with OCD. Somehow, he and another doctor, or perhaps a mental patient, realised that his constant face touching was the result of his left ear. And so they cut it off with scissors. It hurt, but not as much as you might think. Really, it was the sensation of crunching cartilage that got me. Afterwards, we were sitting in the office of the chief of medicine, telling her about how the other guy had cut off his own nose. (Einstürzende Neubauten - [Prolog]). At the end of it, I/the guy whose mind I was in kind of offhandedly mentioned, "Oh hey, I cut off my ear." He'd placed it back on the side of his head, and the healing (?) process stuck it in place, as long as no one fucked with it.
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Musentango]--- I woke up, constantly checking the back of my ear for a scab line.
Other dreams about Will Smith going back to his middle school and giving a presentation to his favourite middle school teacher's current class. It ended with a "Fresh Prince Of Bel Air" sing off.
Something about watching people's pets transform into other animals, as they got older. A dog that became a rabbit, while a goose was watching, and then it became a dog again.
Something about a three-storey Apartment building becoming a catacomb or warren. Dimly-lit back alleys and arched doorways, when you turned to continue down the stairwell. (Einstürzende Neubauten - [Von Wegen]). It was about a certain way of turning your body, not a direction in which you walked. The whole of the stairwell itself could be seen, top to bottom and bottom to top, if you stood on any of the landings. (Einstürzende Neubauten - [Schiess Euch Ins Blut]). But a certain style of turn, and you were in something that my brain kind of tags as a "Generally Moroccan" alley warren.
Something about a weird apartment structure, done in the style of the stairwell. Standing the the loft area of one apartment, you could see down into another person's apartment. People didn't seem to mind, and they all got along rather well.
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Headcleaner: Zentrifuge/Stabs/Rottlichtachse/Propaganda/Aufmarsh/Einhor]--- It's an Einstürzende Neubauten kind of day.
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Musentango]--- I woke up, constantly checking the back of my ear for a scab line.
Other dreams about Will Smith going back to his middle school and giving a presentation to his favourite middle school teacher's current class. It ended with a "Fresh Prince Of Bel Air" sing off.
Something about watching people's pets transform into other animals, as they got older. A dog that became a rabbit, while a goose was watching, and then it became a dog again.
Something about a three-storey Apartment building becoming a catacomb or warren. Dimly-lit back alleys and arched doorways, when you turned to continue down the stairwell. (Einstürzende Neubauten - [Von Wegen]). It was about a certain way of turning your body, not a direction in which you walked. The whole of the stairwell itself could be seen, top to bottom and bottom to top, if you stood on any of the landings. (Einstürzende Neubauten - [Schiess Euch Ins Blut]). But a certain style of turn, and you were in something that my brain kind of tags as a "Generally Moroccan" alley warren.
Something about a weird apartment structure, done in the style of the stairwell. Standing the the loft area of one apartment, you could see down into another person's apartment. People didn't seem to mind, and they all got along rather well.
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Headcleaner: Zentrifuge/Stabs/Rottlichtachse/Propaganda/Aufmarsh/Einhor]--- It's an Einstürzende Neubauten kind of day.
