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Daily Show Dream



I had a bizarrely entertaining dream before waking up this morning. I suppose the dream was at least partly spawned by my having watched part of the Daily Show yesterday.

In this dream, I was on a television set. Up by the curtain, in front of the camera, was John Stewart wearing a geometric yellow mask and dancing.

Suddenly, I found myself playing two drums. The drums were white and had clear skins on the top and bottom. Inside of the drums were little orange balls that bounced and shook when you beat the drums. Within the context of the dream-tv show, one drum was supposed to signify Pakistan and one was supposed to signify India - or something similar. Anyway, I was playing the drums in some kind of latin beat that I don’t know the name of, but goes like:

Buh! buh ba-ba-ba-ba ~ Buh! buh ba–ba–ba!

And each drum was pitched differently, so as to make a change in tone for each phrase. Anyway, this is one of those super left-field dreams that’s pretty damned hard to decipher any real message out of. Oh well.

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3 Reader Responses

  1. Kylark Says:
    February 1st, 2006 at 2:13 pm

    NUKES!

    Sorry, that’s just what I think about when I think about India and Pakistan.

  2. nemesis Says:
    February 1st, 2006 at 2:48 pm

    http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcfour/documentaries/features/did-jesus-die.shtml
    This was an interesting documentary i watched that showed the mentioned tomb, it was decorated in green stone and gold and was quite exquisite, located in kashmir.

  3. Alec Says:
    February 1st, 2006 at 5:20 pm

    Did you happen to notice the idiot flute-players on the bandstand? Because your dream was unequivocally an encounter with the blind idiot god, Azathoth, and his Earthly emissary, Nyarlathotep.

    …that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.

    H.P. Lovecraft - The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

    Now, Nyarlathotep has been know to assume a myriad of guises across cultures, but the one that concerns us most is The Thing in the Yellow Mask, also referred to as The High Priest Not to Be Described, which, as the lore of the dreamlands would have us believe, dwells in an unnamed monastery on the Plateau of Leng. That is, of course, when he isn’t masquerading as John Stewart in your dreams.



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