Morrissey Dreams

[9 x Fined]

I have recurring Morrissey dreams. Dream usually involves Morrissey holding some sort of open Q & A, and me having to push through scores of people from another event to get to the front. I finally get down there and rack my brains for something clever to ask but draw a blank...

Yours?

[girlunafraid]

I have recurring Morrissey dreams. Dream usually involves Morrissey holding some sort of open Q & A, and me having to push through scores of people from another event to get to the front. I finally get down there and rack my brains for something clever to ask but draw a blank...

Yours?

Ask him how tall he is. And when his book is coming out.

My dream last night consisted of having the opportunity to belt the living daylights out of my ex, but I got a blue marker pen and scrubbed it all over his face instead.

[Kewpie]

A lot of you had dreams about Morrissey lately. ;)

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=65717

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=67587

[9 x Fined]

Crazy right? And I don't even consider myself all that fanatical.


then again...

[Amy]

I've only ever had one Morrissey-related dream and it was rather bizarre. In the dream I was asleep (Yes, asleep to dream, dreaming of being asleep etc) and having some type of nightmare. I woke up, screaming, and Morrissey came into the room with a glass of water and calmed me down. Of course when I actually woke up alone and freezing cold it was a huge disappointment :( .. I was rather peturbed by the paternal nature of the Morrissey involvement, considering how attractive I find him ;)

[Stitchell]

Moz plays at my local social club to a handful of seated pensioners waiting for the bingo to start...

[Trouble loves me]

I have recurring Morrissey dreams. Dream usually involves Morrissey holding some sort of open Q & A, and me having to push through scores of people from another event to get to the front. I finally get down there and rack my brains for something clever to ask but draw a blank...

Yours?

Freud might say that it's an inferiority complex you have there, relating back to your father; Moz is your father figure and you're clamouring for attention from him in a group of otherwise irrelevant people. However, when you finally get the chance to command his attention you are thwarted by your perceived inadequacy.

Actually, I just made all that up; this psychoanalysis malarkey is all too easy.

I hope you get to ask your question to Mozzer's approval one of these nights. It seems that the more you ignore him, the closer he gets, as he never seems to be far from my mind during the day, and yet I rarely dream about him.
One Morrissey dream I do remember with clarity did actually involve my family. We'd gone to a restaurant (don't know where it was) and famous people kept walking past. I was trying to play it cool, as my dad was shooting looks of disapproval at my wide eyed fascination with these celebs. However, Bono walked in and I couldn't help but get up and run after him for an autograph. I caught up with him in an alcove leading through to another room and as we were chatting Morrissey passed within inches of us. I reached out, grabbed his arm, said his name, and then proceeded to look into his eyes for the longest time. Bono disappeared (I think he knew when he wasn't wanted). The dream ended with me leading Moz further under the alcove so we couldn't be seen and I'd just started to kiss him when I woke up .... fate is cruel mistress.

[slum mum 1974]

Here’s something really sad.

I had a dream involving Moz, I was sat on a chair on a stage(and I couldn‘t believe I was going to see Morrissey live again), my mum was next to me. There was a stage on top of that stage I was on and a long barrier across the top of the stage. On the lower stage there were about 20 kids and my aunty Christine. They were performing a play and very quietly, Moz appeared on the top stage, he slowly walked on and leaned over the barrier and then a Moz look a like also came on stage and started posing. The crowd noticed Moz and they went wild. All of the kids made a dash for the side of the stage and they climbed up trying to reach him.

Moz left the stage and the security guards went mental, they were catching the kids and putting them in this hole. (Which turned out to be a cardboard helter skelter) my son went down the hole and no one was coming out of the bottom so someone took the front off and there were loads of kids stuck on top of each other.

I ran up to the front looking for my son and I saw him lay on three or four kids, I reached for him and out of the corner of my eye I saw a baby walking across the top of the box, she slipped off the top and I caught her, just and then I got my son. I went and sat down with my son and the baby and while all this commotion was carrying on Moz appeared at the side of me.

There was a cabin at the side of me where all of the technical guys were. He was casually leaning on the door frame. I was left holding the baby and I touched Moz’s elbow and he looked at me. I asked him if he could ask the audience if someone had lost their baby. He got a microphone and tried talking into it but it wasn’t working. He sat down beside me and I passed him the baby, he was blowing raspberries on the baby’s neck and cheek and every time he came away from her, she laughed and gurgled right back at him. She constantly kept him engaged and I occasionally touched his hand while playing with the baby. He had lovely smooth, soft hands.

It was time for Moz to go on stage, and he looked like he didn’t want to go. He said to me why don’t I come on stage with him and ask the audience about the baby myself. I agreed to and then I woke up……gutted :(

[westendgirl]

^^that's a lovely dream! So gentle and kind.....me thinks he'd be good with kids of his own oneday maybe.;)

[slum mum 1974]

Thanks sweet pea *blush* and i agree i think he'd be good with kids too:)

[lottie]

morrissey dreams,
i've had a few, too many to mention.

one really good one where he was dressed as a circus ringleader person... you know red tiled coat top hat, and long johns!! yes long johns, and stripey socks... he came onto a stage and sat in a chair, and was spinning it around and leaning back and singing 'the sun has got his hat on' and 'raindrops keep falling on my head' he then asked my friend and i to come up and chat to him, (we bizzarly seemed to be the only people there other than a few crew/staff and i rememebr fiddling with lighting rigs!) and he ordered tea and toast and we all sat about on large cushions on this stage, and chatted and tried on his hat etc... whilst the crew seemed to be working round us!
it was very bizzare and yet totally natural...

think it was influenced by this photo, as it was at the time when this was new and i had just totally fallen for moz.

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/lottieisthequarry/quiff.jpg

[westendgirl]

Thanks sweet pea *blush* and i agree i think he'd be good with kids too:)

Your very welcomed. ;)

[slum mum 1974]

Last night I dreamt of Morrissey……I was in bed and my daughter was with me. We woke up and Morrissey was there in the room. He had spent the night, he had someone with him a band member or manager I think. He sat on the bed and we talked.
Then he said that he was leaving because this rich girl had a spare room for him to stay in. I told him that he didn’t have to leave, that we would find room for him, he smiled and had such a shy look about him. He was adorable. (and still is)
I took Morrissey to her house and we all went upstairs. The house was empty, no furniture or anything. Moz went into a room and there was a sofa. He sat down and I sat on the floor next to him. He smiled at me and got up. I left and took my daughter to the bus stop. We went into a pub and there was Moz having a drink, he waved at me. I was embarrassed, I waved back and ran out of the pub. I saw the bus coming and we ran for the bus. I woke up then.

Now i am watching 10 reasons to love The Smiths, i am having a Morrissey day today.....i need more MOZ....:)

[Amy]

Strange dream about Morrissey the other night. I've had the exact same one involving Paul McCartney :confused:

Moz was standing in a large house made entirely out of glass but there were lots of plants in, like a big greenhouse. He was in the kitchen area and went to the sink and turned on the cold tap. He was carrying a small blond boy, and when the sink was full he put the boy, clothed, into the water and left him there. Then he saw me watching him, ignored me and walked out into the garden. :confused:

[mauve21]

Hey thanks for the yummy picture!

I had a nice Morrissey dream where it was set in the video
clip "My Love Life" and it changed to Morrissey getting out
of the car and I woke up just as he was kissing me.
Mmmm

[Tbevie]

I remember having a dream about Morrissey before I even became a fan. I had only seen him on the Jonathan Ross show. I was studying Graphic Design at college at the time and I had a dream that I was working for him. I was designing his CD artwork or something and I was in this big office and he came in and said he loved my designs and then patted me on the head and walked out again.

I remember waking up and trying to remember who he was and where I had seen him before. He had such a big effect on me even then.

Also before I saw him live for the first time I used to have an occurring dream that I’d get tickets for one of his gigs but something would always go wrong and I would never make it to the venue or I would end up at the very back of the crowd and I couldn’t see or hear him.

Thankful they’ve stopped now ;)

[andreatobrazil]

I dreamt I was sitting at a kitchen table, and Moz slid out from underneath, stood up, and said "Ta da!"

And I died a little bit.

I also had a dream about him last week, but I can't remember it at all, and that kills me.

[Brel]

I always forget my dreams the second I wake up, so nothing to report.

A few years ago I went to see a Hypnotherapist called Bob Morrissey (seriously) for stage fright. It was 3 sessions, and at the end of the second session he told me that I would have strange dreams every night until my next one a week later. I think that David Lynch was in control of my dreams for a week, I looked forward to nodding off every night. It was better than telly! After my first session he told me that whilst I was under the spell I talked about Manchester City. He also said that I was his first ever pateint to crack a joke mid trance.

[duchess_of_fork]

I dream about him all the time. Being on a plane with him. We both share the same fear.

[Briber]

In my dreams he is usually my employer (where i work now), or i am working for him as he is now, and he is alsways really mean to me (tried to kill me once) honestly.

[mauve21]

Here’s something really sad.

I had a dream involving Moz, I was sat on a chair on a stage(and I couldn‘t believe I was going to see Morrissey live again), my mum was next to me. There was a stage on top of that stage I was on and a long barrier across the top of the stage. On the lower stage there were about 20 kids and my aunty Christine. They were performing a play and very quietly, Moz appeared on the top stage, he slowly walked on and leaned over the barrier and then a Moz look a like also came on stage and started posing. The crowd noticed Moz and they went wild. All of the kids made a dash for the side of the stage and they climbed up trying to reach him.

Moz left the stage and the security guards went mental, they were catching the kids and putting them in this hole. (Which turned out to be a cardboard helter skelter) my son went down the hole and no one was coming out of the bottom so someone took the front off and there were loads of kids stuck on top of each other.

I ran up to the front looking for my son and I saw him lay on three or four kids, I reached for him and out of the corner of my eye I saw a baby walking across the top of the box, she slipped off the top and I caught her, just and then I got my son. I went and sat down with my son and the baby and while all this commotion was carrying on Moz appeared at the side of me.

There was a cabin at the side of me where all of the technical guys were. He was casually leaning on the door frame. I was left holding the baby and I touched Moz’s elbow and he looked at me. I asked him if he could ask the audience if someone had lost their baby. He got a microphone and tried talking into it but it wasn’t working. He sat down beside me and I passed him the baby, he was blowing raspberries on the baby’s neck and cheek and every time he came away from her, she laughed and gurgled right back at him. She constantly kept him engaged and I occasionally touched his hand while playing with the baby. He had lovely smooth, soft hands.

It was time for Moz to go on stage, and he looked like he didn’t want to go. He said to me why don’t I come on stage with him and ask the audience about the baby myself. I agreed to and then I woke up……gutted :(
That is so lovely. What a nice dream.

[mopeonarope]

Sorry that made me laugh out loud , Moz the Boss , After a heavy night I was tricked into believing for a milisecond I was on the Moz crew & totally responsible for booking the hotel suites for the up & coming new tour , I remember waking up with the phone ringing ( because I had booked them into a Bognor Regis ( Crap Seaside Town ) Hotel ! instead of a glitzy New York affair , usually I have the Homer Simpson skipping in chocolate-land type dreams or Ive crashed the old man's Rolls Royce or Daleks have taken over my local Harbour disguised as trawler men.

[CeciDeMorrissey]

That Morrissey loved me... again!

But this time we were not married. Just a couple.

This is like my third significant dream with Morrissey. The first one I already told it in some other thread.

The second one I had promised to write it here and I dreamt it when I was ill:

I was again married to Morrissey, but it was to the young Steven. Smiths-looking, skinny, jeans and tee with a shirt on.

He was already solo and we were on tour in Monterrey, Mexico. The scene was in our hotel. The lobby was full of people coming and going, but the thrilling thing was that I was his wife in secret!!

No one knew it!! And I had taken the decision to always walk several meters behind him, with no visual or verbal contact AT ALL!! So he could appear as if he were alone always...

At some point we were sitting in the lobby in separate couches and Morrissey (as well as in my previous dream) was sort of lying down in the couch, with a notorious and evident boring, tired, indifferent face that made me avoid any love expression because I didn't want to bother him... But still, I got up and walked towards him, I kneeled on the floor next to him and hugged him... What really melted my heart in that scene was that despite the fact that he was showing a sort of fed up expression, his response to my love demostration was full, immense... He hugged me back, put my head on his chest and held me tight with such love and sweetness you couldn't imagine.

I've come to the conclussion he shows a rather distant or many times reluctant attitude, but deep down inside he's a sweet, he's the sweetest and more caring, affectionate, loving man in the world. It just takes someone with the key to unlock his heart.

I have no words to explain what I felt in that embrace... Warmth... It was so wonderful knowing that in spite of his boredom or desire to be left alone, he answered to my love with much more love, without caring if we were going to be discovered as husband and wife...

Then he wanted to meet with somebody else at some nearby restaurant and as always I said I'd meet him later, not to be seen together on the streets...

The bad thing (and this a very dreamy one) I got lost and couldn't find the restaurant!! it was sunset, almost night, and a clear river crossed the city. There were lots of bridges and walking thru one of them, a rainbow appeared in the middle of this silver shiny cloudy sunset in Monterrey... That was an incredible sight as I felt I was looking for my husband to meet him and enjoy life while touring... I have to admit I felt so incredibly important... I couldn't believe I had become Mrs. Morrissey and I had fulfilled my most precious dream. I felt happiness itself.

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Last night I again dreamt of the young Steven... I don't know why... Maybe because at that age he reflected such soul-transparency, so crystaline... In this dream he was again Smiths-looking and his quiff was really high! His skin was so white and his reflection so clean...

We again were together as a couple, but for the first time, as we kissed and hugged very tight together, he was smiling and laughing all the time... He was really happy! We kissed once and again, and again as he showed that beautiful incredible smile and we laughed a lot about the fact we couldn't stop kissing and hugging each other, we couldn't part from one another...

Again, he was so sweet, so tender... I insist... that's a meaningful fact that has repeated in my three significant dreams with him...

Well... I had this dream last night and since I had promised to tell the previous one, I wanted to share them with those who are interested in the things I have to say and to take them just as what they are: Dreams.

[Oh my god, it's Robby!]

i have told this one before somewhere
this dream i have had more than once is a direct result of the YATQ album cover
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/gulrober/her/not/icons/1.jpg
in it Morrissey & me go to the range to go shooting
and it starts out me showing him all the various weapons that i am qualified with(m242 Chain Gun excluded) of course
then we get down to some shooting
we are side by side
and i consider myself to be be pretty good shot, a natural even
but Morrissey is awesome
he simply cannot miss
we start throwing all sorts of odd targets by him
give him all kinds of different weapons or strange loads in them
and the DUDE CANNOT MISS
he evens hits stuff when his eyes are closed
eventually a crowd has gathered around to watch this new 'phenom'
and when he notices this
he shoots us all
but we all get back up and give him a standing ovation

[Amy]

...and when he notices this
he shoots us all
but then we all get back up and give him a standing ovation

LMAO, brilliant dream Robby :D

[Gigi]

I had a dream that I was dressed up like Moz, riding around town on my bike like the people in the Stop Me video. As I rounded a corner young Morrissey was on his bike two and he stopped and hugged me and then left. Thankfully, that's the only Morrissey dream I've ever had. It creeps me out when he shows up in my mind without being invited.

[polyester]

i had a dream that moz was typing my words to some very old friend of his and then going out with the concept ,leaving me with the rest to type

[polyester]

what a bastard!
next time i should be sure to keep him in

[Oh my god, it's Robby!]

LMAO, brilliant dream Robby :D

thx
i hope i still dream it
cuz since i 1st told someone about it
i can only remember dreaming it once since then

ps:
next documentary about mozzy babie they should take him to a gun club :)

[nugz]

I've had a few Morrissey dreams. The last one I had he was the father of my baby!! haha. Like, I was just chillin at my house, and I had this baby, and Morrissey came over, and we hung out, and he was my baby daddy.

Another time I dreamt that he was coming over for dinner, and I told my mom in the dream not to make steak or something cuz he wouldn't like that.

[thursdayispathetic]

i had 2 dreams in one night about him... they were both very weird

in the first part me and some of my friends were camping out in the middle of the woods somewhere, i have no idea where we were or why we were there, but we ended up going on a nature hike lol and out of nowhere we see moz wandering aimlessly through the forest and im just like O M G and run to him and jsut start hugging him forever.. and thats all i remember of that one


in the 2nd part i was like back in high school, and he was my teacher -he was dressed in the priest outfit which i find kinda hot (in a weird way) but every time i would raise my hand and get a wrong answer he would whip me! :eek:

i woke up feeling very freaked out but slightly turned on at the same time:confused: :eek::D

[markinmanc]

I once dreamt Moz and I met on a cruise and I ended up his backing singer. But we fell out.

[TrueToYou]

I once had a dream about morrissey and that he started sleeping with my over-weight ginger brother who is a football hooligan. my brother didn't even know who he was sleeping with and i vividly remember him calling him some 'northern poof i picked up on the town'. I got jealous and broke his nose (my brothers, not morrisseys) and the blood made a swan on my white shirt and morrissey was so impressed he got me an ice lolly. Now i have no idea what this means or what the symbolism was about.

[mauve21]

To Thursday is Pathetic:-

"in the 2nd part i was like back in high school, and he was my teacher -he was dressed in the priest outfit which i find kinda hot (in a weird way) but every time i would raise my hand and get a wrong answer he would whip me! "

God, that is so funny! I love it. Wish it had been my dream.
Cheers to ya.

[lebon21]

I find myself dreaming about Morrissey alot lately...although I do not think I should post what we are doing....haha!!!!!!


:p

[westendgirl]

Alright well I had a dream about Moz about a month and a half ago, and he was suppose to sing with the his band an extremely SMALL concert, at my former middle school, which was strange, there was a group of about 30 people waiting for him, and then he came and walked over and started singing, but the strange thing is it wasn't actually him, although I knew it was suppose to be Moz, but it wasn't his face.

The the dream i had last night, MY GOD it felt sooooo real! I even had the sad feelings I had in my dream at the end when I woke up! :eek: :D

Okay so here's the dream.....for some reason or another, we were having a party at my house....but Morrissey was actually having a conert in MY BACKYARD! And so he sang a lot of songs, and I hae no clue why but I wasn't there for the whole time he was singing, i was in my house for a good majority fo the time. I almost remember not realizing it was MORRISSEY in MY BACKYARD! Then I went outside, and was front row, of course, I mean come on this was MY BACKYARD he was in! On the right side I was front row, and when he seemed to be almost done with the setlist, he came over TO ME, and was kind of smiling, I froze for a few seconds, just staring at him, then not becoming so nervous and just myself, calm like tlking to a friend and he asked me, "Why do we have teeth?" Just one of his quirky questions, so I didn't take it in a wierd way, but as somethig normal he would ask. So then I replied to him, "Umm, because we need them to eat food, it's what we use to chomp it down!" And then he kinda started walking away....and then I added to my answer, "And it's what makes beautiful smiles..." And he kinda came back, and stood there, and I got to stare in his eyes, in total shock and amazement! His eyes kiiiiilled me! They were soooo beautiful, and soooo blue! The only strange thing was that his pupils looked VERY dialated for soem reason, but it didn't ditract from those killer eyes and stare!

The he went back to singing and broke into Sing Your Life. And I got exstatic and started jumping/dancing around. Then in the middle of the song, he turned and looked at me, and said to me, "Thank you for letting me use your backyard!" And I said, "Your welcome. It was no problem!" Then shoortly after that, he sat on the grass and was kinda cross-legged and was talking a bit to the crowd of 30 :D, and then the boys packed up, and I took video of him sitting on the grass with my phone. Then I was cleaning up from the party just a bit, and then ran out to the street to say goodbye to Moz and the boys, and saw that they were alreadt gone, and I was soooooo sad, my heart sunk. I went and looked down the street and far down yonder I could see the top of his tour bus....and was soooo very sad. And I thought to myself about how I didn't have his number to call and say goodbye, or anything like that, and I got even sadder. Then I woke up from this dream, very sad and sunken heart feeling, and then realized it was all a dream, and was partly happy that it was just a dream, since I was sad about not saying goodbye, but thought about how cool it would be to have Moz in MY BACKYARD singing HIS SONGS!!!

What a spectacular dream that was, when I woke up, I immediately told my best friend who was in the living room about it, and she just laughed and smiled the whole time!

Soooooo, Morrissey, if you read this!...... COME TO MY BACKYARD AND SING FOR ME IN MOZ ANGELES!! THEN MY DREAM WOULD COME TRUE!!! :D

[Corrissey]

I guess I should have posted this Tues when I woke up since the memories of the dream are fleeting... the jist of it was Moz was playing some small lounge and barely anyone was there... he was on a small riser, sang a couple of songs (which, who knows) and looked at me at one point with an outstretched hand (similar to the Earls Ct. CD cover --which I HAVE been listening to so...) Anyway, the show was over and I went to the bar to get a pen and paper (the bartender was passing them out) and some bitch waitress stopped me and asked what I was doing & that I'd have to pay for the paper...WTF!...I turn around and poof~he's gone. Elvis had left the building. I was PISSED!! The dream went on (from someone following me outside -wanting to hurt me- to jumping in a cab that a guy and his girlfriend drove from the BACKseat) Strange. Anyway, it was a fleeting Morrissey dream but a nice little one, nonetheless. I'm always happy in any capacity that he's a part of my mind's landscape. And I am glad there are others having dreams about him! I hope to sleep tonight to dream of more moz luv.

[Corrissey]

Oh, I wanted his autograph - if that wasn't implied by 'pen & paper'. I shoulda kicked that waitress beotch's trashy white ass :D

[9 x Fined]

Alright well I had a dream about Moz about a month and a half ago, and he was suppose to sing with the his band an extremely SMALL concert, at my former middle school, which was strange, there was a group of about 30 people waiting for him, and then he came and walked over and started singing, but the strange thing is it wasn't actually him, although I knew it was suppose to be Moz, but it wasn't his face.

The the dream i had last night, MY GOD it felt sooooo real! I even had the sad feelings I had in my dream at the end when I woke up! :eek: :D

Okay so here's the dream.....for some reason or another, we were having a party at my house....but Morrissey was actually having a conert in MY BACKYARD! And so he sang a lot of songs, and I hae no clue why but I wasn't there for the whole time he was singing, i was in my house for a good majority fo the time. I almost remember not realizing it was MORRISSEY in MY BACKYARD! Then I went outside, and was front row, of course, I mean come on this was MY BACKYARD he was in! On the right side I was front row, and when he seemed to be almost done with the setlist, he came over TO ME, and was kind of smiling, I froze for a few seconds, just staring at him, then not becoming so nervous and just myself, calm like tlking to a friend and he asked me, "Why do we have teeth?" Just one of his quirky questions, so I didn't take it in a wierd way, but as somethig normal he would ask. So then I replied to him, "Umm, because we need them to eat food, it's what we use to chomp it down!" And then he kinda started walking away....and then I added to my answer, "And it's what makes beautiful smiles..." And he kinda came back, and stood there, and I got to stare in his eyes, in total shock and amazement! His eyes kiiiiilled me! They were soooo beautiful, and soooo blue! The only strange thing was that his pupils looked VERY dialated for soem reason, but it didn't ditract from those killer eyes and stare!

The he went back to singing and broke into Sing Your Life. And I got exstatic and started jumping/dancing around. Then in the middle of the song, he turned and looked at me, and said to me, "Thank you for letting me use your backyard!" And I said, "Your welcome. It was no problem!" Then shoortly after that, he sat on the grass and was kinda cross-legged and was talking a bit to the crowd of 30 :D, and then the boys packed up, and I took video of him sitting on the grass with my phone. Then I was cleaning up from the party just a bit, and then ran out to the street to say goodbye to Moz and the boys, and saw that they were alreadt gone, and I was soooooo sad, my heart sunk. I went and looked down the street and far down yonder I could see the top of his tour bus....and was soooo very sad. And I thought to myself about how I didn't have his number to call and say goodbye, or anything like that, and I got even sadder. Then I woke up from this dream, very sad and sunken heart feeling, and then realized it was all a dream, and was partly happy that it was just a dream, since I was sad about not saying goodbye, but thought about how cool it would be to have Moz in MY BACKYARD singing HIS SONGS!!!

What a spectacular dream that was, when I woke up, I immediately told my best friend who was in the living room about it, and she just laughed and smiled the whole time!

Soooooo, Morrissey, if you read this!...... COME TO MY BACKYARD AND SING FOR ME IN MOZ ANGELES!! THEN MY DREAM WOULD COME TRUE!!! :D


what an amazingly detailed dream. I can never remember mine these days..

[nobodysxhero]

ohh i wish i remembered my dream from the other night. what i do remember:

moz was performing at some outdoor "venue," it felt a little like san francisco. it was near a theatre, but really just seemed to be a long (several blocks) strip of sidwalk fenced in with a dirty chain-link fence???

i was panicking, since i didn't know where he would actually be performing, or if he was going to simply pace back and forth over the entire length of this fenced-in area while singing.

eventually, i wiggled into the only area where i could get right up against the fence.

then - morrissey came out. for some reason, he entered exactly next to me at the fence, and no one seemed to notice. he was crouching down as if he were in the wings of the stage. he sat there for several minutes, as if preparing to go onstage. we smiled at each other and made small talk.

when he got up to finally perform, he left the papers he had been holding near my feet. i picked them up, and of course, one was a note to me - said my name and something to the extent of "thank you for crying for me. -morrissey" which is totally embarassing, but probably refers to the few tears that slipped out during the riverside show on this past tour. :)

then, i lost the show somehow (???) and got lost in chinatown (???) and it turned into a terrible nightmare. i wandered into the nearby theatre, some terrible act was performing, and i lost my laptop and camera (???). oh weird.

oh i do hope no one i know reads this and starts thinking i'm even more fanatical!

[vivabob]

send me the pillow the one that you dream on

[westendgirl]

what an amazingly detailed dream. I can never remember mine these days..

haha, thank you! For some strange reason I can remember my dreams in such detail...strange but amazing. :D


ohh i wish i remembered my dream from the other night. what i do remember:

moz was performing at some outdoor "venue," it felt a little like san francisco. it was near a theatre, but really just seemed to be a long (several blocks) strip of sidwalk fenced in with a dirty chain-link fence???

i was panicking, since i didn't know where he would actually be performing, or if he was going to simply pace back and forth over the entire length of this fenced-in area while singing.

eventually, i wiggled into the only area where i could get right up against the fence.

then - morrissey came out. for some reason, he entered exactly next to me at the fence, and no one seemed to notice. he was crouching down as if he were in the wings of the stage. he sat there for several minutes, as if preparing to go onstage. we smiled at each other and made small talk.

when he got up to finally perform, he left the papers he had been holding near my feet. i picked them up, and of course, one was a note to me - said my name and something to the extent of "thank you for crying for me. -morrissey" which is totally embarassing, but probably refers to the few tears that slipped out during the riverside show on this past tour. :)

then, i lost the show somehow (???) and got lost in chinatown (???) and it turned into a terrible nightmare. i wandered into the nearby theatre, some terrible act was performing, and i lost my laptop and camera (???). oh weird.

oh i do hope no one i know reads this and starts thinking i'm even more fanatical!

LOL....what a funny dream. Small talk with Moz and a note, how wonderful..!! :)

[SNS22]

The other night I dreamt...I was asked to be The Smiths manager in 1983...

[Practising Troublemaker]

I posted mine ages ago, but i still remeber it clearly

I was sitting on the steps of the Empire State Building in a very, very dark New York City. I look to me right aware that someone is with me and to my amazment I saw the familiar quiff but there was something not quite right with Mr. Morrissey...he was crying and sobbing his heart out I being the kind boy that I am comforted him and asked what was wrong. This is what he told me "That BLOODY Johansen has stolen my shoes!", I laughed which was probably not the best thing to do as he turned his face away and cried even harder. At this point I looked up to see a modern day David Johansen waltzing along the pavement waving Morrissey's handmade Italian shoes in the air singing if I remember correctly the words, "Arent I a sight for pretty boy eyes". A rage was builing up inside me and I found myself demaning that "David should give Steven his shoes back right away" and to my astonishment Morrissey stood up from the steps and said in my support "Yeh, gimme my shoes or I'll kick your nose in" and then it becomes hazy, the sun is rising and weirdly I see Morrissey, David Johansen and Tony Wilson arms linked skipping down the road laughing, the last thing I clearly remember is Morrissey's bare feet floating along

[westendgirl]

I posted mine ages ago, but i still remeber it clearly

I was sitting on the steps of the Empire State Building in a very, very dark New York City. I look to me right aware that someone is with me and to my amazment I saw the familiar quiff but there was something not quite right with Mr. Morrissey...he was crying and sobbing his heart out I being the kind boy that I am comforted him and asked what was wrong. This is what he told me "That BLOODY Johansen has stolen my shoes!", I laughed which was probably not the best thing to do as he turned his face away and cried even harder. At this point I looked up to see a modern day David Johansen waltzing along the pavement waving Morrissey's handmade Italian shoes in the air singing if I remember correctly the words, "Arent I a sight for pretty boy eyes". A rage was builing up inside me and I found myself demaning that "David should give Steven his shoes back right away" and to my astonishment Morrissey stood up from the steps and said in my support "Yeh, gimme my shoes or I'll kick your nose in" and then it becomes hazy, the sun is rising and weirdly I see Morrissey, David Johansen and Tony Wilson arms linked skipping down the road laughing, the last thing I clearly remember is Morrissey's bare feet floating along

hehehe....how hilarious! Lovely dream....LOL....:D :D

"Gimme my shoes or I'll kick your nose in...!" :D :p

[Ilmarë]

Few nights ago Morrissey tried to kill me. :p I was in my room, hiding in the closet. I knew that somebody tried to kill me, but I didn't know who. When I came out of the closet, there was Morrissey and somebody else who I didn't recoignize. Morrissey had two pair of stockings on his head and a rifle in his hands. He said: "I am going to kill you" and I don't remember what happened next. Maybe he shot me. :D

[Amy]

Few nights ago Morrissey tried to kill me. :p I was in my room, hiding in the closet. I knew that somebody tried to kill me, but I didn't know who. When I came out of the closet, there was Morrissey and somebody else who I didn't recoignize. Morrissey had two pair of stockings on his head and a rifle in his hands. He said: "I am going to kill you" and I don't remember what happened next. Maybe he shot me. :D

Maybe you tore the stockings off his head, put them on and started singing

As I live and breathe
You have killed me, you have killed me
Yes I walk around, somehow,
But you have killed me, you have killed me
Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

:D

[meat_is_murder19]

Wierd dream freaked me out a bit.Iwas driving into manchester when i looked out the window and morrissey was floating along side my car then he stood infront of my car then i woke up.Freaked me right out

[Mel_Torment]

I love the dream about Moz trying to kill you! :p

I shared this dream on a list a couple of weeks ago. It's ironic that I dreamt of Moz being so kind and supportive when he was actually kind of a bastard to me at Murder Beach this past weekend.

I had a very vivid dream this morning. I was so disappointed that it ended that I was angry about having to wake up and enter the so-called real world. I guess it's kind of like having Moz cancel on your hometown.

My dream this morning: I was at a Moz concert, watching him from behind the wall that surrounds the ice rink. Yes, Moz was singing in the middle of an ice rink. When his concert ended all these people went out onto the rink like it was all-skate. I didn't have skates on, so I tried to shuffle over in my street shoes towards Morrissey. I was
afraid I wasn't going to get there fast enough.

Morrissey seemed to recognise me as he does, so that emboldened me to reach out and shake his hand, congratulating him on a splendid show as usual -- which I have done in real life.

Then he started skating with me, or rather he was dragging me along. I was very awkward and unsteady, not having skated in decades. I used to be quite a figure skater for an amateur, but I stopped skating when I
was a teenager. In fact, I told Moz I hadn't skated in 20 years. He didn't believe me. Well, it really was over 20 years ago. I know I look really young -- people often say they think I'm in my early 20s when I'm at least 15 years older than that. So I asked him to guess my age. But he didn't; he got distracted and we talked about something else. I can't remember what it was.

Morrissey was a very strong and graceful skater. He knew I felt awkward, so he supported me and even let me lead so I could skate forward and he would skate backward, though technically as the male and the taller one, he should've been leading. We did a waltz around the rink, and a couple of times he turned me so that I had to go backward.

It was awkward at first, but then I began to feel comfortable doing backward cross-pulls. Sometimes we'd both go forward in an egalitarian side-by-side partnered position. I can't really remember what we talked about though. We might've talked about pr0n or non-pr0n films.

A group of jealous teen girls stood at one end of the rink, and when I stumbled in front of them, they snickered. I said to Morrissey, it (stumbling) always happens when you're passing by someone who's especially critical, huh? He said not to mind them. And he also held me steady and helped me recover from the slips and stumbles. I felt a lot
better with Morrissey by my side.

Then we left the rink and were walking side-by-side, still in a partnered position, in an outdoor European shopping arcade or some such otherworldly shopping arcade, maybe something out of a Tim Burton movie but with expensive shops like Prada and Gucci. Moz was really excited about shopping. But as for me, I don't have a brand-name
designer fetish. I laughed hollowly about not having money for shopping. I told him, what money I have goes towards seeing YOU in concert! But since he was excited, I kind of felt excited, too. He said not to worry about money, and I had the feeling that he wanted me to see something special and that he was going to get it for me.

And then I WOKE UP! Heh heh, mebbe we were going to the shop that never opens! Well, I've been there plenty of times and have seen Moz there more than a couple of times.

Ooh, I was so angry about waking up! I am NOT a morning person, and waking up from such a pleasant, exciting dream made it even worse.

[Ilmarë]

Mel_Torment: What a nice dream! I know, it's so annoying when you see something nice and then you wake up. I remember when I was little, I often saw dream where I layed on the big bed and there was chocolate on the bed's another side, where I tried to reach. Just when I was getting the chocolate in my hands the dream ended. :D

[Mel_Torment]

Mel_Torment: What a nice dream! I know, it's so annoying when you see something nice and then you wake up. I remember when I was little, I often saw dream where I layed on the big bed and there was chocolate on the bed's another side, where I tried to reach. Just when I was getting the chocolate in my hands the dream ended. :D

Yes, Morrissey is like that unattainable chocolate lying in bed next to you! :p Now I have this image of Moz using a choco bar as a harmonica. Yummy!

When I was little, I used to have recurring dreams about spending a perfect, delightful day at my fave theme park. The last thing I remember is a gorgeous sunset with pink fluffy cotton candy-like clouds. And each time I knew the dream was going to end, so I tried as hard as I could to clutch the red balloon in my hand. It always disappeared. :(

The dream is sand in my hands...

[Your Arsenal]

^^that's a lovely dream! So gentle and kind.....me thinks he'd be good with kids of his own oneday maybe.;)

Lets make babys together.

[PsychodelicateGirl]

I have had dreams on serveral occasions in which Morrissey is my closest and dearest friend, and we are young. Once we were in high school and in another we were children.
In these dreams, I always know some secret about him, and no one else knows.
In one we were teenagers, and he was gay. I was the only one who knew, and somehow he thought I had told someone, and he chased me down the street and tackled me on my front lawn and was screaming and crying and going to beat me up. I was crying and swearing I had never told anyone, but that he shouldnt be ashamed of how he felt about some boy we were friends with. Then a car came to get us, and we sat in the back of some old beat up Volkswagen, smiling at one another.

Another I can remember involved him and I as small children, maybe 7 or 8. And I felt very protective of him for some reason, throughout the dream. There were people passing us in this hallway, grown-ups and other kids, and they were all talking loudly, but I couldnt understand them, and Morrissey was so scared of them, and he kept his head down and turned in to me. I began to cry because I was scared too, I didnt know what was happening, and all these people just passed and ignored us, but were so loud. And he and I just held hands and pressed our bodies to one another, in this scary hallway. But it was as if I knew why he was so scared, and the people didnt, and I was very aware that I would never tell them. It was so strange and sad!

[imogen11]

It's ironic that I dreamt of Moz being so kind and supportive when he was actually kind of a bastard to me at Murder Beach this past weekend.
.[/I]

What happened over the weekend with Moz???? :eek: :)

[Ilmarë]

Yes, Morrissey is like that unattainable chocolate lying in bed next to you! :p Now I have this image of Moz using a choco bar as a harmonica. Yummy!

When I was little, I used to have recurring dreams about spending a perfect, delightful day at my fave theme park. The last thing I remember is a gorgeous sunset with pink fluffy cotton candy-like clouds. And each time I knew the dream was going to end, so I tried as hard as I could to clutch the red balloon in my hand. It always disappeared. :(

The dream is sand in my hands...

Well put! :p

:( Everything just disappear..
I also saw often dreams where I was lying on the table. Evil witch tickled me with her awful nails. She tried to tickle me to death. And that is awful feeling.

[Mel_Torment]

What happened over the weekend with Moz???? :eek: :)

I'm not terribly proud, so I didn't post this on the main board. Here's an excerpt from a review I gave:

I felt things were going swimmingly until Moz handed me the mic again and pwned me a little past the set midpoint. At first, while he was standing in the center, he looked over towards me and squinted a lot, trying to read my
shirt (http://www2.gol.com/users/melemail/stuff/greatesttits.jpg)

I think this was during a song. After it, he came over and stared down at my chest and face. He leaned in and asked, "Do you still see Charles?" and gave me the mic. I answered, "Yes, I ran into him a couple of weeks ago. Didn't he tell you?" Moz took back the mic and responded, "Why should he?" and then HANDED the mic BACK to me. If it was simply rhetorical, he should've just kept the mic. And it was rhetorical: Moz knew very well that I had talked to our friend recently.

I began to answer, but before I could get four words out, Moz became impatient, made tapping gestures on his imaginary wristwatch. So I said, "I'm sorry" and handed the mic back to him. He proceeded to mock me as he is wont to do saying "See, you give someone the spotlight and they go blah blah blah." Bastard. Then I yelled at him, "Well, you asked for it!"

At least Moz didn't fall down in mock agony and the stagehands didn't come out and try to pull the mic cord away from me the way they did to a girl on the opposite side of the stage who told her tale of woe of how she had to come to Myrtle Beach to get more of Moz because she only got 4 songs at the Hollywood Bowl due to being stuck in traffic. Moz is very impatient: Five seconds (1 sentence) seems to be the max time allowed for an answer.

The first time he gave me the mic, he was much nicer:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=t-AezM_-nBc

Maybe he was more of a dick to me because either he was just being English (exceedingly polite to those whom one despises while being not so nice to those whom one actually likes) or in retaliation for my shirt.

[imogen11]

I'm not terribly proud, so I didn't post this on the main board. Here's an excerpt from a review I gave:

I felt things were going swimmingly until Moz handed me the mic again and pwned me a little past the set midpoint. At first, while he was standing in the center, he looked over towards me and squinted a lot, trying to read my
shirt (http://www2.gol.com/users/melemail/stuff/greatesttits.jpg)

I think this was during a song. After it, he came over and stared down at my chest and face. He leaned in and asked, "Do you still see Charles?" and gave me the mic. I answered, "Yes, I ran into him a couple of weeks ago. Didn't he tell you?" Moz took back the mic and responded, "Why should he?" and then HANDED the mic BACK to me. If it was simply rhetorical, he should've just kept the mic. And it was rhetorical: Moz knew very well that I had talked to our friend recently.

I began to answer, but before I could get four words out, Moz became impatient, made tapping gestures on his imaginary wristwatch. So I said, "I'm sorry" and handed the mic back to him. He proceeded to mock me as he is wont to do saying "See, you give someone the spotlight and they go blah blah blah." Bastard. Then I yelled at him, "Well, you asked for it!"

At least Moz didn't fall down in mock agony and the stagehands didn't come out and try to pull the mic cord away from me the way they did to a girl on the opposite side of the stage who told her tale of woe of how she had to come to Myrtle Beach to get more of Moz because she only got 4 songs at the Hollywood Bowl due to being stuck in traffic. Moz is very impatient: Five seconds (1 sentence) seems to be the max time allowed for an answer.

The first time he gave me the mic, he was much nicer:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=t-AezM_-nBc

Maybe he was more of a dick to me because either he was just being English (exceedingly polite to those whom one despises while being not so nice to those whom one actually likes) or in retaliation for my shirt.

..who is the 'Charles' that you refer too? I'm a bit confused...

[Mel_Torment]

..who is the 'Charles' that you refer too? I'm a bit confused...

Hey, you're up and awake at this hour!

Charles is a friend of mine and Morrissey's. It's as simple as that.

[Mel_Torment]

Well put! :p

:( Everything just disappear..
I also saw often dreams where I was lying on the table. Evil witch tickled me with her awful nails. She tried to tickle me to death. And that is awful feeling.

Well, you know, a big nose who knows said, "Talent borrows, genius steals." :p

As for being tickled to death -- that is one of my worst peeves! I will kick a person who tries to tickle me. Or at the very least, pull that person's hair. That usually does the trick.

[imogen11]

It's only 3pm here in Australia :)
Firstly: I have to say I got a giggle picturing short-sighted Moz trying to read your tshirt 'Morrissey's Gre..greatest...hi..hits?..no...ti..?'
Hilarious!
Secondly: ouch - sounds a bit unfair -he hands you the mike and then mocks you. That'd feel humiliating. If it helps -I guess we all know he has a cutting sense of humour, I suppose it could come off sounding nastier than he intended. If it were me though, I'd feel like giving him a good slap ;)

thanks for getting back to me - I was very curious!

:)

[imogen11]

....then again, maybe Morrissey really, uh, liked your tshirt and was actually trying to flirt with you?
;)

[Mel_Torment]

It's only 3pm here in Australia :)
Firstly: I have to say I got a giggle picturing short-sighted Moz trying to read your tshirt 'Morrissey's Gre..greatest...hi..hits?..no...ti..?'
Hilarious!
Secondly: ouch - sounds a bit unfair -he hands you the mike and then mocks you. That'd feel humiliating. If it helps -I guess we all know he has a cutting sense of humour, I suppose it could come off sounding nastier than he intended. If it were me though, I'd feel like giving him a good slap ;)

thanks for getting back to me - I was very curious!

:)

Glad to give you a giggle!

I thought you were in England or Europe. Sorry!

Thanks for your sympathy. I'm nearly over it. I think I'm getting used to his teasing. It used to bother me when he would mimic my contorted posture when I was getting crushed in a crowd. Now he's graduated to actually mocking my speech. What a dick. But I still lerv him.

Some people would crave this sort of attention or any attention at all from Moz. Well, I like his attention, but I prefer it if he would be nicer to me.

Next time I'll jump onstage and deliver a good slap! :p Of course, I jest. I'm far too old, fat, and lazy to do that.

[imogen11]

[QUOTE=Mel_Torment;622801]It used to bother me when he would mimic my contorted posture when I was getting crushed in a crowd.QUOTE]

hey, waiiiit as second. Hang on - are you serious?
What a bitch. I love him but....what a bitch. Ouch.

:p

[Mel_Torment]

....then again, maybe Morrissey really, uh, liked your tshirt and was actually trying to flirt with you?
;)

Hah hah, then at the age of 48 Moz is like Ronny K. back in middle school who thought picking on me and hurting my feelings was the proper way to tell me he liked me. Ten years later he finally got the maturity and the balls to ask me out. Too bad I had discovered I was a lezzy by then.;)

[Ilmarë]

Last night I saw Morrissey's living room, and it was awful. Awful colours and awful furnitures. I said that he should decorate his living room better. He asked me what he should do. I said something about red and green silkpillows. And then he bought them and decorated his room all red and green. :D

I wouldn't never decorate my room only with red and green. It makes me think too much christmas. I like more black and lila.

[the judge]

Last night I saw Morrissey's living room, and it was awful. Awful colours and awful furnitures. I said that he should decorate his living room better. He asked me what he should do. I said something about red and green silkpillows. And then he bought them and decorated his room all red and green. :D

I wouldn't never decorate my room only with red and green. It makes me think too much christmas. I like more black and lila.

:p That was funny.

[CeciDeMorrissey]

Ooohhh last night I dream again of Morrissey, but the memory of it it's quite blurry and brief, since I don't really remember the whole dream:

I just know we were sort of talking, knowing each other, nothing about him or his music, just life and then the the darkness came, a sort of half-light, and we started to kiss and the rest of the dream was only me and him kissing and kissing incredibly, sweetly, exquisitely, unbelievably... And at the same time i was with him kissing endlessly I was thinking of I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris and I said to myself: "At last! he won't be saying that nobody wants his love anymore"... And we kept kissing, with giggles and joy and bliss... :sighs: :sobs: hahaahahaha

[SNS22]

Ooohhh last night I dream again of Morrissey, but the memory of it it's quite blurry and brief, since I don't really remember the whole dream:

I just know we were sort of talking, knowing each other, nothing about him or his music, just life and then the the darkness came, a sort of half-light, and we started to kiss and the rest of the dream was only me and him kissing and kissing incredibly, sweetly, exquisitely, unbelievably... And at the same time i was with him kissing endlessly I was thinking of I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris and I said to myself: "At last! he won't be saying that nobody wants his love anymore"... And we kept kissing, with giggles and joy and bliss... :sighs: :sobs:

Dear Lord...someone please throw some water on her...

[maybe]

Ok, I'm going to embarrass myself now :D

The first time I dreamt of him was just prior to my first concert. It was fairly unremarkable, I was at the soundcheck with him, got bored, patted him on the shoulder and said "see you later in the hotel". That's it.

The last time was, frankly, a nightmare. I dreamt that I was pregnant by him. You have to know that I don't really like children and don't want any, at least not in the near future. Anyway, I was making breakfast for him and was pissed off about the whole thing and kept telling him off and was all like "it's all your fault, you idiot" :o I was being a complete bitch but he was very supportive, even looking forward to it, and promised to accompany me to my first appointment with the gynaecologist. Once there she wanted him out, but I insisted on him staying with me during the examination because, after all, it was his fault. All the time he tried to calm me down and held my hand and stroked my hair. I was still angry with him though. Then I woke up, soaked with sweat.
In my defence: the dream occurred after a night at the Star & Garter in Manchester, and after too much vodka. Alcohol is baaaaad, kids ;)

[CeciDeMorrissey]

It's too bad that you missed the best part: The making of the baby!!!!! :D

[SNS22]

It's too bad that you missed the best part: The making of the baby!!!!! :D

okay....time out....Go back to frink Thread...Do Not Pass Go...Do Not Collect $200

[the judge]

Ok, I'm going to embarrass myself now :D

The first time I dreamt of him was just prior to my first concert. It was fairly unremarkable, I was at the soundcheck with him, got bored, patted him on the shoulder and said "see you later in the hotel". That's it.

The last time was, frankly, a nightmare. I dreamt that I was pregnant by him. You have to know that I don't really like children and don't want any, at least not in the near future. Anyway, I was making breakfast for him and was pissed off about the whole thing and kept telling him off and was all like "it's all your fault, you idiot" :o I was being a complete bitch but he was very supportive, even looking forward to it, and promised to accompany me to my first appointment with the gynaecologist. Once there she wanted him out, but I insisted on him staying with me during the examination because, after all, it was his fault. All the time he tried to calm me down and held my hand and stroked my hair. I was still angry with him though. Then I woke up, soaked with sweat.
In my defence: the dream occurred after a night at the Star & Garter in Manchester, and after too much vodka. Alcohol is baaaaad, kids ;)

Ooooh. We need more dreams like these...
And Ceci, you're seriously ill ;)

[CeciDeMorrissey]

I guess that was the obvious natural joke... I mean... Here in Chile that would have been the first joke any of us would have said...

I'm starting to confirm people whay they say about people in the northern hemisphere: They're sexually self repressed and mostly cold... :eek: ;)

Well, here in the south we're not :D

[SNS22]

I guess that was the obvious natural joke... I mean... Here in Chile that would have been the first joke any of us would have said...

I'm starting to confirm people whay they say about people in the northern hemisphere: They're sexually self repressed and mostly cold... :eek: ;)

Well, here in the south we're not :D

Judging from your posts It sounds as if someone hasn't been getting any action down south....I think we should take up a collection and have a pony-tailed Morrissey-look-a-like pay you a visit...

You might make a better use of your spell checker next time...and your use of a colon is quite improper...

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

I'm starting to confirm people whay they say about people in the northern hemisphere: They're sexually self repressed and mostly cold...

You mean, like Morrissey? I think sex is more exciting when you don't everyone all the details...

[CeciDeMorrissey]

No, I mean like all the people that get sort of annoyed or scandalized everytime I post something implying sex or sexiness, even if it's a joke... And I've never been explicit or detailed...

I think I should have said "men" not "people". Why is it so terrible and "sick" to be really open and not inhibited about feeling physically attracted to someone like Morrissey that first of all is the most intellectually attractive man on Earth...

Well, that's it.

[SNS22]

No, I mean like all the people that get sort of annoyed or scandalized everytime I post something implying sex or sexiness, even if it's a joke... And I've never been explicit or detailed...

I think I should have said "men" not "people". Why is it so terrible and "sick" to be really open and not inhibited about feeling physically attracted to someone like Morrissey that first of all is the most intellectually attractive man on Earth...

Well, that's it.

Because Ceci...that's about all you seem to do here :rolleyes:

[imogen11]

Hah hah, then at the age of 48 Moz is like Ronny K. back in middle school who thought picking on me and hurting my feelings was the proper way to tell me he liked me. Ten years later he finally got the maturity and the balls to ask me out. Too bad I had discovered I was a lezzy by then.;)

I think that must be it, Mel, Morrissey was having a bit of a flirt. I hope so. The alternative shatters a few illusions. Tell him I said he's to be much nicer to you in the future or, when he finally tours Australia again in, oh, say 2021, I'll slap him myself.

;)

[Mel_Torment]

I think that must be it, Mel, Morrissey was having a bit of a flirt. I hope so. The alternative shatters a few illusions. Tell him I said he's to be much nicer to you in the future or, when he finally tours Australia again in, oh, say 2021, I'll slap him myself.

;)

Yay, my hero(ine)! ;)

I hope Moz tours Australasia in the winter (that would be your summer). I'd defintely go to Japan to see him again, and maybe I might pop down to Oz and NZ if he were to go there and the timing were right. Then we could do a double bitch slap...unless he were nice.

As for having a bit of a flirt, the friend Moz and I share responded to my question today with a cheeky, "Why should I?" It made me laugh and fall out of my chair a little.

Since this is a dream thread about Moz, let me tell you about a semi-disturbing dream I had about duh Man. Over a decade ago, I dreamt that after a concert, Moz came up to me and rudely, aggressively frenched me. But the truly disturbing part was what he said to me next, "I'm going to break your heart." He then walked away and left me there standing in a daze. I don't know if the dream has already come true or will come true because I'm not sure I have a heart to break!

[imogen11]

Yay, my hero(ine)! ;)

I hope Moz tours Australasia in the winter (that would be your summer). I'd defintely go to Japan to see him again, and maybe I might pop down to Oz and NZ if he were to go there and the timing were right. Then we could do a double bitch slap...unless he were nice.

As for having a bit of a flirt, the friend Moz and I share responded to my question today with a cheeky, "Why should I?" It made me laugh and fall out of my chair a little.

Since this is a dream thread about Moz, let me tell you about a semi-disturbing dream I had about duh Man. Over a decade ago, I dreamt that after a concert, Moz came up to me and rudely, aggressively frenched me. But the truly disturbing part was what he said to me next, "I'm going to break your heart." He then walked away and left me there standing in a daze. I don't know if the dream has already come true or will come true because I'm not sure I have a heart to break!

I hope he tours Australia this year too. Frankly, I'm really starting to get grumpy with him for neglecting us for so long ;)
Well, sounds like your dream was referring to recent Moz events...in an exaggerated fashion...and without the kiss (unfortunately)
;)

[SNS22]

I hope he tours Australia this year too. Frankly, I'm really starting to get grumpy with him for neglecting us for so long ;)
Well, sounds like your dream was referring to recent Moz events...in an exaggerated fashion...and without the kiss (unfortunately)
;)

Well, if he doesn't, you can always join That Canadian Loser's "Boycott Moz" Club....

[the judge]

No, I mean like all the people that get sort of annoyed or scandalized everytime I post something implying sex or sexiness, even if it's a joke... And I've never been explicit or detailed...

I think I should have said "men" not "people". Why is it so terrible and "sick" to be really open and not inhibited about feeling physically attracted to someone like Morrissey that first of all is the most intellectually attractive man on Earth...

Well, that's it.


Because Ceci...that's about all you seem to do here :rolleyes:

Yesh, SNS22.
I'm not scandalized but a little bit annoyed or better still I wonder: if you're in a marriage, I don't know, how can you dream about kissing Morrissey instead of your partner? What does your daughter think? Please, don't take offence. Maybe I can't understand... If I loved Morrissey more than anyone in the world I wouldn't marry anyone.

[slum mum 1974]

yellow judge, how's life?

If i knew about Morrissey when i got married i wouldn't have married the idiot, i would have done a julia.......even though i probably couldn't afford it. :(

[the judge]

yellow judge, how's life?

If i knew about Morrissey when i got married i wouldn't have married the idiot, i would have done a julia.......even though i probably couldn't afford it. :(
I see...
Real life could be better, but it's no use complaining. You?
I've heard I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance and I like it, especially the solo. :)

[slum mum 1974]

I see...
Real life could be better, but it's no use complaining. You?
I've heard I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance and I like it, especially the solo. :)

Real life sometimes sucks, this is why i have Morrissey to take me away to my special place. ;)
Oooh, i love that track. That can't be the first song you have heard of theirs, is it?
:eek:

[CeciDeMorrissey]

I think some people here should mind their own business, not to be so concerned about what the rest say or shows here... And of course there are some people also that only see what their narrow or distorted minds allow them to see and nothing else... I guess you suffer so much to see the existance of the Frink Thread where at least 10 or 20 women (single, married, mothers, nor mothers, happy and unhappy) say the same or even more daring things than me, but curiously "some" are just scandalized or bothered about what I only say... I insist...

Mind your own lives and business... I'm happy with mine and I don't stick my nose in what's none of my business...

[SNS22]

I think some people here should mind their own business, not to be so concerned about what the rest say or shows here... And of course there are some people also that only see what their narrow or distorted minds allow them to see and nothing else... I guess you suffer so much to see the existance of the Frink Thread where at least 10 or 20 women (single, married, mothers, nor mothers, happy and unhappy) say the same or even more daring things than me, but curiously "some" are just scandalized or bothered about what I only say... I insist...

Mind your own lives and business... I'm happy with mine and I don't stick my nose in what's none of my business...

We'll be going after them soon enough....:rolleyes:

In the meantime, I would recommend an Intervention for you....

[slum mum 1974]

I think some people here should mind their own business, not to be so concerned about what the rest say or shows here... And of course there are some people also that only see what their narrow or distorted minds allow them to see and nothing else... I guess you suffer so much to see the existance of the Frink Thread where at least 10 or 20 women (single, married, mothers, nor mothers, happy and unhappy) say the same or even more daring things than me, but curiously "some" are just scandalized or bothered about what I only say... I insist...

Mind your own lives and business... I'm happy with mine and I don't stick my nose in what's none of my business...

Hello ceci, don't worry too much, the Frink thread is one of the best things i have ever seen. It cheers me up no end. :)


We'll be going after them soon enough....:rolleyes:

In the meantime, I would recommend an Intervention for you....

Are you coming to get me????? I am ready and waiting.... Whaddya gonna do? :p:D

[SNS22]

Hello ceci, don't worry too much, the Frink thread is one of the best things i have ever seen. It cheers me up no end. :)



Are you coming to get me????? I am ready and waiting.... Whaddya gonna do? :p:D

I haven't seen you post any non-G Rated thoughts off of that thread.....

[Kuiper]

I had this dream a while ago, in fact I've had a couple other Moz-related dreams since, but I still remember this one.

I was at a family member's house, and they were having a party of some kind. I don't know why or who it was for, if anyone in particular. But somehow I got Morrissey to perform a concert in their backyard. I was busy managing the party the whole time, so I was missing the concert, and for some reason I didn't really care. I think I had to break up people fighting, even save someone from drowning in the pool there. Anyway, the sun had just set and I finally was able to relax and walk up to the stage that had been set up to watch Morrissey. Somehow I knew he was playing the final song of the set, and it was Panic. But everyone was leaving, and I was saying to all of them "No, don't go, if you leave he won't play an encore! He's finicky like that!", and Morrissey tried to ignore that his audience was leaving. But by the end of the song he was looking distressed, and when the song was over, he forced himself to smile and bow, but then walked off looking very upset and hurt. I felt sorry for him, and mad at my family for depriving me of an encore.

[sweet and tender hooligan]

I keep on having a recurring dream that Morrissey will play at the hall in my school and he shakes my hand because i am in the front row, becuase no one in my school likes morrissey besides some teachers.

[imogen11]

Well, if he doesn't, you can always join That Canadian Loser's "Boycott Moz" Club....

Weelll, I wouldn't go that far. I'm just likely to sulk and stamp my foot a lot when you lot talk about shows you're going to etc. It could get terribly annoying, i'm afraid... ;) :)

[SNS22]

Weelll, I wouldn't go that far. I'm just likely to sulk and stamp my foot a lot when you lot talk about shows you're going to etc. It could get terribly annoying, i'm afraid... ;) :)

As long as you don't get a stupid silly avatar, by all means stamp away....Morrissey doesn't have a good excuse for ignoring the people down under...unless he's afraid to commit to the Tasmanian Devil issue

[mauve21]

Yesh, SNS22.
I'm not scandalized but a little bit annoyed or better still I wonder: if you're in a marriage, I don't know, how can you dream about kissing Morrissey instead of your partner? What does your daughter think? Please, don't take offence. Maybe I can't understand... If I loved Morrissey more than anyone in the world I wouldn't marry anyone.

I can relate to all of this, because back when I was still married,
I started having the crush on Morrissey.
Now I have to wonder if the fact that my marriage was on the
rocks anyway helped things along, or
if my marriage was okay I would still have loved Morrissey?
Anyway, my ex was very jealous and I now wonder
if when you hold Mr. M up against other men they all seem
to pale into insignificance.
Grrrr.....

[Ilmarë]

Hmm, I didn't saw Morrissey in this dream, but I heard Bauhaus' version of Hairdresser On Fire.

[Tottenham Tom]

I had one years ago, where I dreamt I was on my way to one of his concerts (not sure where, you don't always recognise places in dreams for some reason) I was very late and the harder I tried to run for my train, the slower I actually went. The dream (it was very brief) ended with me arriving at the venue as it was emptying after the show!

In reality that would be failry upsetting, but the dream woke me abruptly with a gut-wrenching agony of distress! As bad as any bereavement - dreamt or real! Truly weird. Sleep is an odd thing, because my real life feelings at such an occurence would be nowhere near as severe.

I write now, because last night I dreamt that Morrissey and the lads took to the stage after the lights went down at the start of a show... Morrissey walked up to the mic stand, and singing on his own without any musical accompaniment, he sang the theme tune to the British sitcom "Birds of A Feather" (A very sweet song actually) and it let straight into Everyday is Like Sunday (ala Subway train into Everyday...)

So it was like...

(Morrissey singing acapella)
"What'll I do when you are far away, and I feel blue, what'll I do?
When I'm alone with only dreams of you, which wont come true, what'll I do?..."
(cue the usual jangly guitars of Everyday is Like Sunday intro)

Truly bizzare... actually it sounded awesome. If you know the song, try it in your head.... have the band start playing at the exact point moz sings the last word of what'll I do.

TT

[Corrissey]

I had a dream last night that I was at (probably) Star Plaza and the seats were starting to fill up, and Morrissey was on stage milling about alone among the band's equipment -like it was a rehearsal, but there was no music and no crowd noise...and he wiped his face with a towel and turned to the audience to throw it, so I stood up-arms in the air *throw it here!* and he threw it right to me. Amazingly, no fight for it ensued. I sat down and excitedly smelled it. NO SMELL :confused: of cologne or sweat--nothing. I smelled it again. NOTHING. And again, still nothing. I was pretty disappointed :( but I had something of his so it wasn't a total loss. I looked at the guy next to me who had a piece of shirt in a ziplock bag -a sly grin on his face cuz his WAS smelly. I sat there dumbfounded and waiting for (I think!) Comtesse to get to the seats to guide me with her infinite wisdom as to what to do next. The End cuz the cat woke me up. :mad: And I'm hungover. :mad:

[Hellie]

I`ve yet to have a dream about Morrissey that isn`t indecent.:p:D:)

[Corrissey]

I`ve yet to have a dream about Morrissey that isn`t indecent.:p:D:)
Sounds perfectly decent to me :D
Yeah, I still prefer -the even shorter- dream I had a couple of months ago we were just laying in bed (clothed!), his head on my chest, me stroking his quiff. Not a word spoken. He was taking comfort in me. All was right in our little world *sigh* Even my delusion

[Hellie]

Sounds perfectly decent to me :D
Yeah, I still prefer -the even shorter- dream I had a couple of months ago we were just laying in bed (clothed!), his head on my chest, me stroking his quiff. Not a word spoken. He was taking comfort in me. All was right in our little world *sigh* Even my delusion



Hehehe "His quiff"....indeed!!!....I`ve never heard it called THAT before.:o:p

[Corrissey]

Hehehe "His quiff"....indeed!!!....I`ve never heard it called THAT before.:o:p

Oh, Hellie - hellabad thoughts! :) LOL!!
I didn't realize what I had said...how it could be misconstrued, or 'used against me'...please, Moz, use it against me! HA!
~ mozzer quiff smiley 5:-)

[Skinner]

Oh, Hellie - hellabad thoughts! :) LOL!!
I didn't realize what I had said...how it could be misconstrued, or 'used against me'...please, Moz, use it against me! HA!
~ mozzer quiff smiley 5:-)

haha! I love the mozzer quiff smiley but I was thinking, if we wanted to make it really true to him should it not be this... 5:-( HAHA!!!

[Corrissey]

haha! I love the mozzer quiff smiley but I was thinking, if we wanted to make it really true to him should it not be this... 5:-( HAHA!!!

Ha Ha!! I mean woe is me http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h308/JMAC_suga_BaBi_27/smiley%20faces/mood_depressed.gif

[Hellie]

Oh, Hellie - hellabad thoughts! :) LOL!!
I didn't realize what I had said...how it could be misconstrued, or 'used against me'...please, Moz, use it against me! HA!
~ mozzer quiff smiley 5:-)

Its okay.....I`ve been watching a dvd collection of Carry on films (The US made the Godfather,our contribution was Carry on Up the Kaiber:eek:)...so my mind is in double entendre mode.;)

[MindlessRuffian]

I once had a dream that I went down to the boardwalk and he was setting up to play a show there. If you've ever been to the Keansburg boardwalk, you understand how bizarre that actually is.

DXS

[Esmerelda]

i don't remember them very well but he always wears blue jeans and is barefoot. his eyes are mesmerizing even more so than in life

[blackpoolphil]

I had a great dream last night which turned into a nightmare.

The smiths reformed, but i was unable to drag myself out of bed to purchase tickets. eventually i did and of course they had sold out, reluctantly i checked ebay and there was no way i could afford any tickets....

[Skinner]

Last night I had a dream about a Moz show. He looked amazing in black pants and blue shirt. His hair was awesome and he worked the crowd perfectly. I was in the very front and he kept shaking me hand when I stretched it out to him. And finally he jumped down onto the floor (yeah right, I know), and came over to hug me, while still singing. It was pretty amazing. I woke up with a huge smile and I just want the nyc shows to get here already!!!

[mar2d2]

i once dreamed making out with the Hanson brothers in a limousine, we then went to buy some champagne to the supermarket, that's when taylor hanson told me how we were meant to be because he's a morrissey fan as well.

taylor, i love you too

[Skinner]

i once dreamed making out with the Hanson brothers in a limousine, we then went to buy some champagne to the supermarket, that's when taylor hanson told me how we were meant to be because he's a morrissey fan as well.

taylor, i love you too

I love this story. Thank you for sharing. If you check the guilty pleasures thread, Hanson is on my list. I can't help it. But you can have Taylor. I got my eyes on Zac :D

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

OK... early this morning I dreamed I was at a Morrissey gig... and gig is the right word. It was in a bar in my college town, a tiny dive bar, and the "stage" was a four-inch riser with room for three people. Julia was there, sitting on the floor, and I came over and sat next to her while we waited for the show to start. She was looking up at the ceiling- it was a raised ceiling with a dropped grid to hang lighting from. Moz was going to go up there and give her a signal for some reason.

That was all. We were going to have to sit on the floor because if we stood, no one else would be able to see the band. Especially Jesse. But there was no one else there anyway. Just some guys carrying cases of beer back to the bar.

[CrystalGeezer]

OK... early this morning I dreamed I was at a Morrissey gig... and gig is the right word. It was in a bar in my college town, a tiny dive bar, and the "stage" was a four-inch riser with room for three people. Julia was there, sitting on the floor, and I came over and sat next to her while we waited for the show to start. She was looking up at the ceiling- it was a raised ceiling with a dropped grid to hang lighting from. Moz was going to go up there and give her a signal for some reason.

That was all. We were going to have to sit on the floor because if we stood, no one else would be able to see the band. Especially Jesse. But there was no one else there anyway. Just some guys carrying cases of beer back to the bar.

Sounds more like storytime at the library than a gig.

[HIM]

daaaaaaaaaave?

[Jukebox Jury]

I dont often have Morrissey dreams but did last night:). Suppose with the tour coming up he was on my mind;)

Anyway, I had a sneaky look at the set list and it was all new songs but i dont remember what they were called!
Then he came on and sang Alvin Stardust's 'My cho ca choo' (no he didn't wear a black leather glove and start pointing his finger around like Alavin!) and followed this with 'Pounding' by Doves!!!
Oh, even more weird, is the venue was next to man United's ground, so I bought a Man City flag and held it up halfway through 'Pounding' and he stopped singing and started saying 'Amateurs, amateurs' like Ian Brown did all those years ago with The Stone Roses. Then this large skinny united fan started to have a go at me and I told him where to go.
I dont recall any of the other songs he sung, but then he came off stage and was just wandering through the crowd singing away and none of the crowd mobbed him but just moved away slightly to let him mingle with the audience.....
Boz and Jess were definately there but dont recall any other band members.

Any interpretations:eek:

Jukebox Jury

[Please]

I've only ever had one Morrissey-related dream and it was rather bizarre. In the dream I was asleep (Yes, asleep to dream, dreaming of being asleep etc) and having some type of nightmare. I woke up, screaming, and Morrissey came into the room with a glass of water and calmed me down. Of course when I actually woke up alone and freezing cold it was a huge disappointment :( .. I was rather peturbed by the paternal nature of the Morrissey involvement, considering how attractive I find him ;)

Maybe its your sub-concious, maybe its because in real life morrissey is a bit of a 'rubber ring' for you when times are bad and this has translated into your dream.

I have very strange dreams all the time, but the morrissey ones are a bit of a blur

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

OK... last night, I got the new CD. The cover art was really shitty, the songs sounded like someone taped them in their bedroom on a Casio keyboard and a boombox, and I was with Morrissey and I said, "Oh, honey, really- you can do so much better!" and he said, "Don't worry, that's not the real CD. The real one isn't out yet." And I felt better.

[WHY!]

Okay, last night I had another Moz dream which turned into a nightmare as well. I watched him kissing a girl who looked exactly like Sophie Scholl (http://louisproyect.wordpress.com/2006/03/05/sophie-scholl-and-the-white-rose/) and suddenly I was in the town where I grew up and a huge house fell in like you can see in the television when they detonate a house. I looked around to the other houses and many flats were burning and in one flat there were a crowd of Israeli praying something.

Suddenly I was IN the ruines of the fallen house and the horror trip began because I couldn't get out.

So, what did we learn? If Moz kisses a girl be careful of where you are because houses might fall in or burn. Ola la! Better call the fire brigade. :D

[sistasheila]

I was at a Morrissey gig... and gig is the right word. It was in a bar in my college town, a tiny dive bar, . Julia was there,
i had a similar dream months ago: it was a very small bar and the stage was as high as the floor where the audience stand on...only like 10 people was there ..and julia was there too-(i never met her so i had vague memories of her saw only this one now removed clip at youtube where she was interviewed at some moz signing at the early 90ties.)he looks around then walks to me into the audience-(i was standing at the wall in the back corner) right towards me and sticks that mic in my face..i was so scared that my reaction was to run anway and he chase me like a reporter chase someone like lets see uh..?: someone like pete doherty..this lasted for a few minutes then he give me the disapointest look ever that you can receive and turn away to julia who say something really clever ...and he changes his looks from 80 ties moz when he comes to me and to nowadays moz when he talks to julia(only saw her back of the head)

and last night i dreamed again of our dear mozzer: he was a tv host for a sports television broadcast for a soccer game...he had a different haircut-this very short haircut he had at this alma matters video and he was a little bit more slim than today...the person next to him looks like a mixture of all german soccer sports programmes tv host in one person (old/young) and the audience behind him was also quite strange: the QUEEN was in there:she wore a pink chanel suit with a very big pink hat .and also her mother next to here who died a few years ago but was stil alive and kicking in my dreams. it was raining and the soccer stadion was located in berlin-moz informed the people he couldnt fly away because the weather is so bad so he decided to stay here..then he commented on the soccer game who was going on at the moment...i am not sure if he was a guest commentator or a regular tv host..but the other tv host doidnt have a lot time to say anything-moz steals the show
i couldnt care less about soccer so very weird to dream about soccer this has to be the influence of reading the recent article about mozzer watching a soccer game a few days ago...strange

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

Ok. A couple of months ago, I had a Morrissey-related dream. Morrissey had been selected to sing a song at one of the Olympic ceremonies. But, in order to do this, you also had to be a competitor. And, Moz had only girl on his team: Kristeen. He had to have a minimum of two girls, so I got to compete on Moz' team. The events we were participating in were racing toddler trikes, and jumping on the trampoline.

The trike race was thrilling. I was way in the back, right behind Jesse. I guess those short little legs of his just don't pedal very fast. Just ahead of him was Mikey. (Totally parenthetical aside here, I just remembered who Jesse reminds me of. This has been nagging me for months. He looks just like Gabriel Salinas, the first boy I ever kissed. It was in kindergarten. No, I am not actually a whore, I just thought Gabriel was really cute and he liked me too.)

So anyway. Moz was in the lead of the trike race (with Boz in a close second,) but you could tell by everyone else's demeanor that he was in one of his grumpy moods, so we were all pretty quiet and just pedaled as hard as we could.

Next event was jumping on trampolines. No somersaults, nothing fancy, just jumping. I was jumping with Kristeen. They guys had already had their turn. I think the guys were wearing red shirts, I could see them all standing a little ways away. Maybe the Walker brothers were spotting us, I can't be sure. They were standing behind my back. Kristeen and I were wearing white and black leotards and tights.

That is all.

[Skinner]

I had another one 2 nights ago:

I was staying in a hotel that was packed with people. It must have been somewhere around Disney World or some other huge family vacation destination, as the place was crawling with kids. I guess I was there with my extended family (I have a lot of younger cousins and they were all there), but I was on this vacation because it coinsided with a Moz show. So we are sitting in the hotel restaurant which is beyond packed. And I saw a table across from us that had been reserved. I knew it was for Moz. So I waited and waited and finally he came in and sat at the table with a few other people. He looked disgusted by the fact that there were kids everywhere. haha. And all I wanted to do was go up to him and hug him. But he already looked so annoyed that I couldnt do it. So I kept looking over at him, trying to catch his eye and smile. It worked a few times. I noticed he was wearing a pale yellow v neck sweater like I had on.

And that was about the end of it. It's not that great but it counts.

[chrisarclark]

had one once where iwas attending a gig of his that was taking place in a boxing ring- and itraveled to the show with Moz and the Lads. brilliant dream.

[Corrissey]

Must be the T minus one week in my subconscious…Pregs & Comtesse, I will be emailing you soon about our plan of attack (transpo & pre-party stuff)

I dreamt about Morrissey last night (I did not however fall out of bed =o), and Pregs and Comtesse were in it. Pregs was well, herself (cuz I know what she looks like) but Comtesse looked like almareallymatters =o) Anyway, there was a tent being set up with bleachers inside (picture circus-like) for a pre-concert mini-musical number?! Moz with Kristeen Young!

Moz was milling about –again in my dreams nobody is really around him and/or is giving him lots of space (his dream =o) helping set up the ring (just like a circus) … I happened to catch 10 minutes of the Bachelor the other night and they were at a circus… that’s the tie in I guess.

Us chicks were milling about too (sorry you know how if you don’t write down your dream the second you get up, you forget it? I actually used to have a dream log years ago for that exact reason –well, and to interpret….) and getting very excited for the really big shooow. I was pissed that my cell phone was out of juice (no camera pics) and Comtesse gave me a ‘WTF face’ when I told her I forgot my camera.

Then my DH was suddenly in the picture (dreams are a funny thing) and I was asking him where the nearest bathroom was cuz I had the nervous nelly stomach butterfly shits thing happening (hahahaha) –sorry- He (DH) disappeared as fast as he appeared and then the Moz Girls were headed to the tent to catch the pre-show. I wonder what kind of circus/musical act was gonna happen…perhaps the Ringleader Moz putting his head in Kristeen the Lion’s mouth? =o) Or maybe Leopard Lady was around!? Then as things were getting good, my cat woke me up (always/again!) ARGH! There is no snooze button on a cat that wants breakfast.

Thank god I can ‘finish’ my dream when the circus comes to Waukegan next Weds. =o)

Back to work -aka the nightmare- and trying to peek in on this site in a 3" square :mad:

[Ilmarë]

I saw very strange dream about Morrissey, last week. I was in a concert, of course Morrissey's, and after the concert, I asked autograph and I tried to tell how I appreciate him. But of course I did sound very stupid, making sentences was hard. Then he went to the hill and I shaked his hand and I said something like: "You have very soft skin!", and then his helicopter was coming and I said: "Well, bye bye, I go now." And he looked me few seconds and I looked him and then I left. When I was going home with my car, I saw that helicopter and I screamed of happiness that I had met Morrissey and this was the best day of my life. And I waved to him.

Oh, it was lovely dream, I got very disappointed when I woke, because it wasn't real. But I was also happy.

[westendgirl]

Jeez, I have the strangest dreams!!! So last night I dreamt....that somebody loved me...:p LOL, no not that exactly...I dreamt that Moz and I were in the same room, and lying on bed side-by-side. :D I had this really bad cold, and was coughing up a lung.....but Moz just layed there, and occasionally we would talk, he asked me some questions, really taking an interest in me. Which made me happy. Then I asked him something. And then I got up, and walked out of the room, came back and layed down...and I think he said that he was tired, and so he just fell asleep. And I got up and started coughing up a lung again, all due to asthma, and then went, and stood next to the bed and just watched him as he slept, wanting so badly to just go and lay next to him, but not knowing what to do, wondering if he would be okay with it....why was I being so considerate in this dream????:D :p

Then I decided to just do it...and then all of the sudden my best friend was the one laying next to me, strangely, I don't know how she got there, but in my dream it was still suppose to be Moz.

I woke up, and laughed, and smiled....dreams can be wonderful things sometimes!!!!!!

[samigrrl]

THESE ARE ALL WONDERFUL!!!

out of many explicit Morrissey dreams...my most sweetest one was him asking me to kiss him under a bridge...we had to be both waist deep in water...it was night time cuz the moon was the only thing giving is light and well...it was sweet. i thought about it all day that day....i think it was before the pasadena dates when i had this dream...it was nice.

yes yes yes...under the iron bridge we kissed.... :o

[moiaussi]

My moz dreams usually involve him asking me to help him with something, like translate something. I think once I was feeding his fish.:confused:

But really, I doubt I'd even have an erotically tinged dream about him. I will love him forever. But honestly the thought of being intimate in *that way* with him does nothing for me. He'd probably keep looking into the camera, and it would be remarkably awkward.

[Ronette]

I had a dream once that I was moving to Manchester with my family to Kings road in the 1970's. We were unpacking the moving van and next doors curtain was twitching. I was offloading a box entitled 'Oscar Wilde books, Fragile.' when my brother tripped me up and they went cascading around the road.
Guess who seen? Little 18 year old Morrissey helped me to pick them up and we were knelt on our hunkers(ask your Mother) just staring at eachother. He quoted Wilde something like 'How vain it is to stand up to live when you have not sat down to read.' and followed it with 'I'll be spying on you sometime.' Sighs.

We should have a Morrissey dreams frink thread.


Delicious

Dawn x

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

My moz dreams usually involve him asking me to help him with something, like translate something. I think once I was feeding his fish.:confused:

But really, I doubt I'd even have an erotically tinged dream about him. I will love him forever. But honestly the thought of being intimate in *that way* with him does nothing for me. He'd probably keep looking into the camera, and it would be remarkably awkward.

Wait, what? You're gonna have a camera in the room? I'd say that would make it awkward. I can't say I'd be able to behave naturally if there was a camera pointed at me during... I have enough trouble as it is.

[Corrissey]

My moz dreams usually involve him asking me to help him with something, like translate something. I think once I was feeding his fish.:confused:

But really, I doubt I'd even have an erotically tinged dream about him. I will love him forever. But honestly the thought of being intimate in *that way* with him does nothing for me. He'd probably keep looking into the camera, and it would be remarkably awkward.

Make sure you post the pics on the frink :D

[sistasheila]

its not particular erotic but one dream i like i had at least 2 or 3 times with me laying in his arms in my bed: my head on his shoulder and also on his chest and then at the end fall asleep (in the dream) to the beat of his heart...just laying and at least i do no remember any conversation

he is of course topless (and has always a hairless chest,thank god-age changes sometimes its "current " moz or 80ties moz) so comfy and i feel so secure and totally peaceful .and always wake uop with a big smile
.thats the most erotic it can get...does it get more "frinky" in your "erotic"dreams of the man if you got one?

[CrystalGeezer]

its not particular erotic but one dream i like i had at least 2 or 3 times with me laying in his arms in my bed: my head on his shoulder and also on his chest and then at the end fall asleep (in the dream) to the beat of his heart...just laying and at least i do no remember any conversation

he is of course topless (and has always a hairless chest,thank god-age changes sometimes its "current " moz or 80ties moz) so comfy and i feel so secure and totally peaceful .and always wake uop with a big smile
.thats the most erotic it can get...does it get more "frinky" in your "erotic"dreams of the man if you got one?

That's a nice dream. I like hairy chest though. :o

[CrystalGeezer]

I have this dream - a daydream so don't analyze it yet - that I'm asleep and Morrissey crawls into my bed, wraps his arms around me and buries his face into my neck, kisses behind my ear and holds me close. We're fully clothed, but hands manage to touch skin. It's lovely. Here's the kicker though. I have real sleeping dreams where I'm the one crawling into his bed, doing the same thing to him. Those mornings I wake with a smile. It's so nice when sleep mirrors awake.

[Dave]

Last night I dreamt ...

I was at a concert and it was at "Morrissey's house". His house was a lot like my apartment though, except it went on and on, room after room. So Morrissey had invited his fans to his house, which was in Los Angeles, and he was singing out by the pool. I somehow was inside the house, and I saw these people that I thought worked for Morrissey. In my dream they were making a documentary or a video and I had seen them online so I told them I recognized them and they let me follow them.

Morrissey was on one side of his swimming pool singing and the fans were on the other side, but I followed these people and wound up where he was. But then I walked up and started talking to him while he was singing and it ruined whatever they were trying to do, and he ran off, so I was embarassed and I went back in the house and tried to find the way out, but couldn't.

After a minute, I got over it and went back outside and watched the rest of the show. I never saw the band. He was wearing a suit and doing his Morrissey routine around the edge of his pool. Maybe he was lip-syching for a video.

[moiaussi]

Wait, what? You're gonna have a camera in the room? I'd say that would make it awkward. I can't say I'd be able to behave naturally if there was a camera pointed at me during... I have enough trouble as it is.

Nah...I just thought it was a funny image. If there WERE a camera, he'd keep looking into it, I can tell you that.

[mozlover]

NIce to see so many other people have dreams about him, I was at a point where I was having dreams about him 3 or 4 times a week. I don't know if anyone here's familiar with the practice of astral projection, but I've practiced it many years and swear to god have "met" him in my dreams Lmao i know i'm crazy!

[elain]

I don't know if anyone here's familiar with the practice of astral projection, but I've practiced it many years and swear to god have "met" him in my dreams Lmao i know i'm crazy!

Good for you, what fun. I am familiar with lucid dreaming...great stuff. According to this thread, Moz is a very busy guy in the dream world!

Ok, so I always have crazy vivid dreams, but last night was the first Morrissey dream I can remember having.

It was following a Morrissey show and I run into Moz at Kmart (!). I turn the corner and there he is in the clothing dept. He was with what I thought were his band mates, but as I got closer I saw that they weren’t. I knew I recognized them, but couldn’t remember their names. So I calmly walk up to him and said “Hello Morrissey”. I guess he didn’t expect to see a fan at Kmart because he smiled kind of like oh you found me, and said “Hello”. He was wearing black pants and dark blue shirt from the show. I start gushing about what a big fan I am. Then I go up to the other boys and am embarrassed that I can’t remember their names, because I want to prove what a real fan I am. They are kind of laughing at that and finally I realize that it is the lead singer from The Alarm, (who in my dream was sort of crossed with the TV chef Gordon Ramsey), and the other guy was Joe Strummer. They were all happy and very chatty with me. Morrissey walked away for a bit and I put my arm around the Alarm guy and he is very flirty back with me, then Morrissey comes back and I almost push the poor guy out of the way to give all of my attention back to Moz. Then cut to next scene and I am in a NASA underwater observation room and we are waiting for the shuttle to splashdown, which Morrissey is in. And he are I are to have dinner afterward. So the shuttle splashes down and fast forward to the next scene where the director of the NASA program was very seriously saying to reporters “We are only doing this because we want to prove his sexuality.” Morrissey walks up behind her and says “I am doing this because I want to”, like she wasn’t going to prove anything and that was not why he was there. Then he takes me to a booth where we will have dinner. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it was so real…and then I woke up. :mad:

[sistasheila]

i had a weird one recently

moz in his boxers/swimming trunks in a very sunny hot city (probably l.a) and got interviewed at a swimming pool and the interviewer doesnt seem to ask interesting questions cause moz looks very bored and when thewinterviewer just about asking him something he suddendly stand up in the middle of the sentence and jump in the pool...the look on the journalists face was quite funny and when the dream continue: there was a fountain in the swimming pool which was build on a heigtened platform in the middle of the pool) where he climbed in and just stand inside that huge fountain and enjoying it (a little bit like anita ekberg in la dolce vita but not exactly like it-you get the picture,eh? but it reminds you of it) and his boxers were gone..:eek::eek:

but you couldnt see anything cause the view changes
during the interview i sat very close to moz and the journo but the view of him watching him in the fountain now looks like miles away now ..actually i am quite happy about that -not only in my dreams but he never stripped down to the bone in his concerts even some frinkers would love that :D:eek:

[theneverplayedsymphony]

I once dreamt that Morrissey and I were mice and we skipped arm-in-arm through buildings and at the end of the dream Marilyn Monroe put us in her bag of sherbet!:guitar::cool:

I've had many dreams of our Morrissey, but that was the strangest!

[Amy]

i had a weird one recently

moz in his boxers/swimming trunks in a very sunny hot city (probably l.a) and got interviewed at a swimming pool and the interviewer doesnt seem to ask interesting questions cause moz looks very bored and when thewinterviewer just about asking him something he suddendly stand up in the middle of the sentence and jump in the pool...the look on the journalists face was quite funny and when the dream continue: there was a fountain in the swimming pool which was build on a heigtened platform in the middle of the pool) where he climbed in and just stand inside that huge fountain and enjoying it (a little bit like anita ekberg in la dolce vita but not exactly like it-you get the picture,eh? but it reminds you of it) and his boxers were gone..:eek::eek:

but you couldnt see anything cause the view changes
during the interview i sat very close to moz and the journo but the view of him watching him in the fountain now looks like miles away now ..actually i am quite happy about that -not only in my dreams but he never stripped down to the bone in his concerts even some frinkers would love that :D:eek:

so he was reeling around the fountain then :p weird thing is, I can just imagine Moz doing that, jumping in the pool halfway through an interview to avoid boring questions etc. As for the naked bit - I would prefer *not* to see the man's bits thanks, it might ruin the mystique :D

[Kewpie]

Morrissey wasn't in, but I had a dream this morning that I decided to take a nap before I was going to see his Roundhouse gig, but fell asleep and missed it.

Grad it was a dream. :p

[sweet and tender hooligan]

I had a strange dream i was in a craft shop with my friend and Morrissey walked past. I ran up to him draging my friend and he started talking to my friend about a hat she had made and he ignored me even though i had a Morrissey t-shirt on and i was trying to talk to him. He then went away and i never got to talk to him:tears:

[Skinner]

Please bear with me. My dreams rarely make sense. Here goes…

It was time for the London gigs so I found myself in a castle like place that resembled “crazy stairs” …this thing…

http://content.ytmnd.com/content/e/6/e/e6e47a62fa4f3da0993bb369f0c37c9f.jpg

Moz was to perform the 6 nights of gigs here. Damien Dempsey was the opening act which I thought was interesting. There was no queue, I just appeared at the front, right against the stage which was about 6 inches off the ground. I only recognized 1 other fan. Red headed British girl who went to the Hammerstein shows, it was you. Please forgive me for not remembering your name; I’m terrible with that.
Anyway Moz came on and it was fantastic. To be THAT close, it was wonderful. And it was his old band. No Jesse or Walker bothers. It was Alain all the way.

So this big weird castle was also apparently the hotel I was staying in. I went out for drinks after the gig and came back to the hotel/castle/venue to discovered a very tired Moz laying on the floor in the “lobby” area, with his coat as a blanket and his hat as a pillow. I instantly went over to him and offered him my room. He looked so tired and sad. He gladly accepted my offer. So I decided to allow him his privacy and didn’t sleep in the room with him…stupid horrible decision. Even in my own dreams I cock block myself from him. Idiot!

Anyway, the next day was another show and I got on stage. (not that it was difficult) Danced around a bit with Boz then hugged Moz but was so scared I was shaking. Even though there were no body guards at all. I didn’t want to invade Moz’s personal space or offend him so I gently hugged him and went back in the crowd.

It seemed like the dream then jumped ahead a few days and I found myself following Moz around like a lost puppy. I had his cell number (even though I know he claims not to own one) and was trying to call him and track him down. I seemed to be following him all over town and as I was running thru a hospital lobby I literally ran right into my one armed boss who was wearing the shirt with Oscar Wilde’s face on it that says “The Smiths is Dead”. That was buzz kill enough for the dream to be over.

Oi!

[esheh195]

So I decided to allow him his privacy and didn’t sleep in the room with him…stupid horrible decision. Even in my own dreams I cock block myself from him. Idiot!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I just LOLed at my desk just now reading this line! :D:D:D:D

[morrisseychic]

its not particular erotic but one dream i like i had at least 2 or 3 times with me laying in his arms in my bed: my head on his shoulder and also on his chest and then at the end fall asleep (in the dream) to the beat of his heart...just laying and at least i do no remember any conversation

he is of course topless (and has always a hairless chest,thank god-age changes sometimes its "current " moz or 80ties moz) so comfy and i feel so secure and totally peaceful .and always wake uop with a big smile
.thats the most erotic it can get...does it get more "frinky" in your "erotic"dreams of the man if you got one?

That's a nice dream:D I have that dream to, but he has a shirt on.

[Skinner]

How 'errotic' is this thread allowed to get?

I have a spectatular one from a few months ago. Still makes me go all :horny: when I think about it.

[morrisseychic]

How 'errotic' is this thread allowed to get?

I have a spectatular one from a few months ago. Still makes me go all :horny: when I think about it.

Let's hear it:D

[esheh195]

How 'errotic' is this thread allowed to get?

I have a spectatular one from a few months ago. Still makes me go all :horny: when I think about it.

Please refer to Rule#5 :horny:;):D
http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showpost.php?p=740723&postcount=5
And of course, if you're reaaally bored
http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showpost.php?p=740988&postcount=30

[Morrissey the 23rd]

My dreams are more nightmares really. They are vivid. Nearly always based on previous events in my life. They are usually very horrible. Even my mind fucks with me.

Morrissey often appears in my dreams. Often Morrissey related people appear in my dreams. This morning Mrs 23rd woke me to ask me something before leaving to go to work. I was grateful because I was at a Morrissey concert and, well, I was experiencing that now normal feeling of not being wanted around by EVERYBODY.

[EPbabe]

My Morrissey dreams are not for minors. :o The end.

[Skinner]

hahaha, fair enough...

So the dream went like this,

Moz (Viva Hate era, Yum!) and I were a happy young couple, shopping for apartments etc. We arrived at the front door of one apartment to meet the realtor. He explained he had to run out for a few hours but gave us the keys and told us to take as long as we needed; that we would really love the place.

So we open the door and its like something out of a crazy music video or something. The place is huge. A studio with hardwood floor with stone archways all over. And hanging from the archways are white sheets or curtains that are flowing in this constant breeze.

The only furniture in the whole place are these magnificent, huge, beds all with white sheets flowing in this breeze. It was wonderful. And we knew we had the time and the place was ours. So we decided that we should have a go on each and every bed. It was very playful at times, but also very sweet and passionate at times as well. I remember thinking how beautiful the whole thing was while I was still in the dream. Just looking up at him, or down at him, knowing I was truly privileged but so happy that he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. It was very loving and sweet, but still so sensual and hot. It was pretty much the perfect dream. :D:horny:

[CrystalGeezer]

I was experiencing that now normal feeling of not being wanted around by EVERYBODY.

Whoever you are I am hugging you. I hope you told this to Mrs 23rd.

[CrystalGeezer]

I seriously want to go apartment shopping now. But I have to go to work.

[goinghome]

Can’t keep it in!

I was visited by a dream one am last week.

Myself and a few people I knew were going to a concert. It was taking place in an old smallish church that was shaped cruciformly; four 3-walled rooms around the sides, opening onto the central alter-cum-stage, set up for the light orchestral ensemble that was performing. We found our seats in a pew but I grew a bit irritated because I hadn’t a great view and my companions were whispering amongst themselves, distracting me. At an interval, I quietly slipped into the aisle and around the corner to find a space, which I did. As I was settling myself, ready to focus at my own speed, the profile of the person in front of me seemed familiar. Right then he turned around, hooding his eyes with his hand and looked me straight in the eye with a curious bright steady stare. It was Morrissey!

Some of my impressions at this moment were that I’d rarely encountered such clear alive eyes, except maybe in what I knew of sea mammals or elephants!! Secondly there was a man standing beside the bench of seats where Morrissey sat, who was dressed all in black, wearing a helmut and dark industrial-type glasses, carrying hidden bulky items on his belt which I took to be communication and restraining equipment. I identified him unquestionningly as Morrissey’s bodyguard.

There was also a handful of children, aged from about 6 to 12, swarming around Morrissey, completely at their natural ease, taking in the show eagerly and sometimes leaning against him to aid their view etc. It was like his presence was creating a world within a world without causing any friction or interruption in either one.

If I’d been distracted before, this finished me off and as I realised who he was, I felt that I didn’t know who I was, my brain automatically braking, so close up, but I was wondrous and on another level, more serene and grounded, as the scene faded…

That’s all, folks!

[nothingwrongwithme]

For over 20 years I’ve never, ever had a dream about Morrissey, but on Sat night my daughter introduced me to a Harry Potter PS2 game for the very first time and apparently, I woke everyone up during the night shouting…………. Wingardium Leviosa.
That’s just not fair.…

[slum mum 1974]

I had a dream last night and it felt so real.......I was in a huge hall and Morrissey was walking away from the stage and a large naked woman was walking towards him and behind her were about eight kids.....(i know i am a wierdo:D) He saw her walking towards him and he turned away from her and bumped into me. I just looked up into his eyes and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered "ooh curly hair" and he buried his face in my hair. He was weraing a stripy jumper and i just stroked his jumper and then i woke up......Oh and he was the Morrissey of the Smiths days......so cute.

[MunchyBrain]

I had a weird dream a few nights ago. It's not really Moz focused, it was just bizarre. I was having a party, it was at my house but it didn't really seem like I was the host. And there were loads of random friends and stuff there, and for some reason, Morrissey, Franco, and Helena Bonham Carter. And I drank like, one beer, and started being sick LOADS. And so I go outside and then I go back into the house and say "I JUST CALLED RICK MAYELL A BASTARD!!!!!". And then Moz goes "Isn't that what we were supposed to do?" :D

[fridaynightinoutpatients]

last night-
Mozza-
brocolli-
whiskey-
conversation revolved around the great southern writers- (he told me he was partial to Welty)

mighty fine dream indeed.

[Corrissey]

That’s all, folks!

goinghome from the main page?! Please stay... don't let 'this' be 'all'! :)
As you can see, the water is much warmer here in the forums.


last night-
Mozza-
brocolli-
whiskey-
conversation revolved around the great southern writers- (he told me he was partial to Welty)

mighty fine dream indeed.

You were having broccoli and whiskey in your dreams? I thought you only ate that combination when you were awake! :p

[fridaynightinoutpatients]

You were having broccoli and whiskey in your dreams? I thought you only ate that combination when you were awake! :p

reality is so unreal.

thank goodness the foot odor did not kick in, or at least Moz didn't mention it.

[troubleluvsme]

How is Moz able to make it into so many dreams, each and every night? ;)

[Corrissey]

How is Moz able to make it into so many dreams, each and every night? ;)

Late night frinking? :p

[troubleluvsme]

Late night frinking? :p

Do you think that FNioP spends alot of time frinking???

[Corrissey]

Do you think that FNioP spends alot of time frinking???

Yeah, frinking and drinking. Course we all do that :p only some of us admit to actually frinking!

[fridaynightinoutpatients]

Yeah, frinking and drinking. Course we all do that :p only some of us admit to actually frinking!

i drink, therefor i frink.
really i don't but the female fan frink is promising.

[goinghome]

[QUOTE=Corrissey;755102]goinghome from the main page?! Please stay... don't let 'this' be 'all'! :)
As you can see, the water is much warmer here in the forums.


Hi Corrissey
I remember ages ago reading about a dream, by ‘oh my God it’s Robbie’, in which he and Morrissey were at a rifle range and I found it the funniest thing - http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=68427&page=2

Mine is not as entertaining but dreams allow for impossible juxtapositions that can be amusing so I thought, why not share. I’m sure if I hadn’t woken up just then, I’d soon have been as happy and free as those children, which is probably what a lot of us feel at times during the gigs, and a state rare enough in life. Here’s wishing us all sweet dreams of Moz, and a memory of them! :)

[Corrissey]

[QUOTE=Corrissey;755102]goinghome from the main page?! Please stay... don't let 'this' be 'all'! :)
As you can see, the water is much warmer here in the forums.


Hi Corrissey
I remember ages ago reading about a dream, by ‘oh my God it’s Robbie’, in which he and Morrissey were at a rifle range and I found it the funniest thing - http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=68427&page=2

Mine is not as entertaining but dreams allow for impossible juxtapositions that can be amusing so I thought, why not share. I’m sure if I hadn’t woken up just then, I’d soon have been as happy and free as those children, which is probably what a lot of us feel at times during the gigs, and a state rare enough in life. Here’s wishing us all sweet dreams of Moz, and a memory of them! :)

Ha!! Thanks for pointing out Robby's dream -too funny. All of our dreams are entertaining...esp the ones involving Morrissey :) I heard the other day that the typical dream lasts for three seconds :confused: is that possible? Sleep on that and get back to me ;) p.s. my real-life Moz gig was better than any dream I've had of him. Yet! :horny:

[Pervomartovtsi]

i once nightmared(sic) about beating the fuck off morrissey, muggin him, gettin his shirt, and then feelin like hell

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

How is Moz able to make it into so many dreams, each and every night? ;)

He's like Santa, only sexier.

[troubleluvsme]

He's like Santa, only sexier.


:clap::clap: That's funny!

I guess that's what he meant by,
"Climb upon my knee, New York City!!!" :D

[William4]

and gary day, with a large red mustache and wearing tiny black sunglasses, was a bouncer out front of a giant canvas tent wherein moz was singing his new album. he wasnt letting anyone in.

[westendgirl]

Last night I had the strangest dream I've had in a while. But in the end of recounting what it was all about, I realized that Morrissey ahd a part in it. :D
For some odd reason, there was some sort of gathering on someone's roof, all with people I know and am familiar with. I was holding and taking care of a baby boy, that was quite cute though I can't remember exactly what he looked like. I wasn't even asked to take care of him, I just did. After everyone had gone down to the ground, I decided I was done being on top of the roof. I handed the baby to someone on the ground, who I could reach quite well, since the ground was within arms reach of the roof(strangely :confused::p). Then I walked a foot down the roof, and Moz reached his arms up, and held my hands as I took a small leap onto the ground. The dream ended there, but it was sweet of him to help me. And for once, in this dream, I finally had Morrissey how he currently looks, and I got to see his face in my dream. He looked quite handsome. :o
What made it so sweet though, was that yesterday I amde a comment ont he frink thread about how I would feel safe being held in his stirdy arms and resting my head on his sexy shoulders due to the photo of him flexing his guns. :p So my comment came true to a certain degree in my dream. I woke up happy. :o Whether or not I rested my head on his shoulders or was held after that, dunno. Left up to yours and my imagination. :p

[Corrissey]

Thanks for the bump, westie. And that is a nice dream you had :)

I had a dream Thursday night about Moz. Why is it that the alarm clock always interrupts my Moz dreams?! :mad: Too many days now to remember a lot of detail, but I had gone to meet him and who was his probably his manager in a trailer (like on a movie lot) I went in and he was in a white MOR RIS SEY t-shirt, sitting at a desk looking at a computer -I cant remember what we talked about but he was very nice and charming (of course!) but his hair was graying and all wild and crazy like Russell Brand -but his face was 'current day' but what I remember most is looking at his hands on the keyboard (I'm sure he was on the solo Frink thread :D) and noticing how nice and young and soft they looked (they are soft) perfect nails -everything. Then cut to the concert venue and people filing in and the stage was one step off the main floor and I said to whoever I was with I AM GETTING ON STAGE tonight!! I was so excited becuase it was going to be sooo easy :) A dream come true -lol. So there you have it -probably was 3 seconds long :D

[William4]

I HAD ANOTHER ONE! i was watching some reality television show where a couple were ending their relationship because the girl had caught moz's shirt and she threw it away because she didnt know the how much it means to everyone else... so anyways, he performed outside at a festival and it was '91-'92 ish era moz. he ripped off his blue shirt and threw it in the audience, the girl caught it. hours later she was eating a cheeseburger and she wiped the grease from her hands onto the shirt and then threw it away. how bout it??:eek::eek:

[miryam_moz85]

i had a sleep but not for too long..let it be 1 hour..and i had a dream..in which i was on a rooftop on a sunny day in los angeles..with moz and you will not belive it..with james..james dean:eek:..it was sooo nice..we had some conversations about life..it was really curious..cause we always visited the same rooftop- as we get to know- to different times(in cause of the fabolous view)..and that day we were there all at the same time for the first time..and we lauh about it:p..then james left the place in cause of some photoshoots he had to do..and YES my dreams came true..i sat there alone ..on a sunny day..with moz and hot temperature..his neck was a bit sweaty..he wore a white shirt and a black trousers..the he said..C'mon come a bit nearer..i don't bite..i swore i could had die..so we sat there i was so near that i was able to reach his neck:horny:..but i didn't of course..why..why miry..cause i'm SOOO shy:mad:..and the end..i woke up, unfortunately:tears:

simply mozzaliscious:rolleyes:

[westendgirl]

oooh Miry, that was simply wonderful. ;)

[lottie]

i had a sleep but not for too long..let it be 1 hour..and i had a dream..in which i was on a rooftop on a sunny day in los angeles..with moz and you will not belive it..with james..james dean..it was sooo nice..we had some conversations about life..it was really curious..cause we always visited the same rooftop- as we get to know- to different times(in cause of the fabolous view)..and that day we were there all at the same time for the first time..and we lauh about it..then james left the place in cause of some photoshoots he had to do..and YES my dreams came true..i sat there alone ..on a sunny day..with moz and hot temperature..his neck was a bit sweaty..he wore a white shirt and a black trousers..the he said..C'mon come a bit nearer..i don't bite..i swore i could had die..so we sat there i was so near that i was able to reach his neck:horny:..but i didn't of course..why..why miry..cause i'm SOOO shy..and the end..i woke up, unfortunately
simply mozzaliscious


omg, miry.... :eek::eek:
you lucky thing you...
i have tons of moz dreams, too many too mention...
and some before camden that actually happened at camden, just little things like being there at the front getting acknowledged by moz, with certain friends by my side.
last moz dream i had that i can remember clearly, i got disturbed, and was not amused because i realy thought it was real when i had awoken, and i couldnt go back to sleep, (oh i couldve cried)
basically we were somewhere i think like an after gig party, and some people (who will remain nameles) were being bitchy towards me, i was valiantly trying to ignore them and talk to Boz, when Moz touched my arm, (he'd been standing nearby and i saw boz give him a nod and a 'follow my eyes' kinda look, at one point, he mustve alerted him to the bitches) i turned to acknowledge him, and he said are "are you ok lottie?" i could hear these people saying stuff about me and how dare he talk to me, etc... so i said "no not really, why do you have these people in here?" he looked across at them listened for a moment and then turned back to me and said, "i really dont know, im sorry, lets get you out of here" and he folded his arms round me and pulled me to him, (:eek:) i snuggled in and he began to lead me out of the place, as we went past the nasty people, i buried my face into his neck and he scowled at them... they were just agog! we got into his car, and i remember him squeezing my hand tight as it pulled away and then gently coaxing me into snuggling against his shoulder/neck whilst he stroked my hair, because by this point i was quite upset,
and then i woke up... :tears:
it was terrible because ALL DAY and for days after this dream i could FEEL his arms on me, and smell his neck..
it was agony, and lets just say the person who woke me up got SEVERLY SHOUTED AT... :mad:

[westendgirl]

omg, miry.... :eek::eek:
you lucky thing you...
i have tons of moz dreams, too many too mention...
and some before camden that actually happened at camden, just little things like being there at the front getting acknowledged by moz, with certain friends by my side.
last moz dream i had that i can remember clearly, i got disturbed, and was not amused because i realy thought it was real when i had awoken, and i couldnt go back to sleep, (oh i couldve cried)
basically we were somewhere i think like an after gig party, and some people (who will remain nameles) were being bitchy towards me, i was valiantly trying to ignore them and talk to Boz, when Moz touched my arm, (he'd been standing nearby and i saw boz give him a nod and a 'follow my eyes' kinda look, at one point, he mustve alerted him to the bitches) i turned to acknowledge him, and he said are "are you ok lottie?" i could hear these people saying stuff about me and how dare he talk to me, etc... so i said "no not really, why do you have these people in here?" he looked across at them listened for a moment and then turned back to me and said, "i really dont know, im sorry, lets get you out of here" and he folded his arms round me and pulled me to him, (:eek:) i snuggled in and he began to lead me out of the place, as we went past the nasty people, i buried my face into his neck and he scowled at them... they were just agog! we got into his car, and i remember him squeezing my hand tight as it pulled away and then gently coaxing me into snuggling against his shoulder/neck whilst he stroked my hair, because by this point i was quite upset,
and then i woke up... :tears:
it was terrible because ALL DAY and for days after this dream i could FEEL his arms on me, and smell his neck..
it was agony, and lets just say the person who woke me up got SEVERLY SHOUTED AT... :mad:

:tears:<---happy tears. what a dream Lottie. That woulda left me speechless and in some sort of agony too. thank you for sharing...:)

[Bluebirds]

Mine was amazibng. i was there on a Friday night in Camden Roundhouse with my prized tickets to see Moz. However after 4 songs Morrissey had to go offstage, due to "anti-biotics" or something.

Unbeknown to us in the audience, Russell Brand, Johnathon Woss and David wWlliams appeared onstage to tell us that Morrissey was sick and could not continue.....

I woke up and it was all a dream!!!!!

[MadameChaos]

Funnily enough I had a dream about him last night.

I couldn't possibly tell you what it was about though as it was a little *cough* naughty *smirk*

*stares wistfully into space*

[sistasheila]

Funnily enough I had a dream about him last night.

I couldn't possibly tell you what it was about though as it was a little *cough* naughty *smirk*

*stares wistfully into space*


speak your mind ! :D
and if its too frinky then post it in the frink thread there are some kinky things written there too....

[Skinner]

Funnily enough I had a dream about him last night.

I couldn't possibly tell you what it was about though as it was a little *cough* naughty *smirk*

*stares wistfully into space*

I shared my blissfully "adult" Moz dream a few pages back. Now it's your turn.

Oh and I keep having a dream that I'm still in London and he rescheduled the last 3 nights at the roundhouse. If only...*emo sigh* :tears:

[MadameChaos]

Well I like to keep my dreams to myself really especially if they are X rated. Suffice to say I went and stayed with him at his house for a weekend (the one he had in LA) and we ended up romping around all over the place.

It must have done me good because people keep telling me how alert I look today.

[Skinner]

Well I like to keep my dreams to myself really especially if they are X rated. Suffice to say I went and stayed with him at his house for a weekend (the one he had in LA) and we ended up romping around all over the place.

It must have done me good because people keep telling me how alert I look today.

LOL! Well sometimes a dream that wonderful really does brighten your spirits. Enjoy! :guitar:

[Mel_Torment]

Had a rather lovely dream Saturday morning: Was in a very small club watching Moz sing. The stage was like a broad, truncated pyramid. All the audience were sat in very high directors chairs (only 4 rows deep). Nobody was crowded up at the front. There was one guy who went up the stairs on house right, standing there waiting to stage invade, but he never did.

Then Moz came out into the audience and talked to the audience. I still get scared whenever he gives me the mic, and I was getting scared as he got closer. He addressed me as "Ted." I protested, "But my name is Mel." He said, "Yes, I know that, TED. Can I hug your bear?" Suddenly, I realised I was clutching a very soft pink teddybear, the same kind one of my elderly patients had received from her daughter. It was incredibly soft and nice to squeeze. I was also wearing this silly fleecy pink nightgown with a fuzzy white bunny on it (a nightgown I do own though I don't wear it anymore). But underneath, I was wearing a black dress, black sheer stockings, and high-heeled pumps.

I gave Moz the pink bear saying, "You want to hug my teddybear, but you don't want to hug me?" But after he hugged the teddybear, he faced me and gave me the nicest, warmest embrace. My face was against his pumpkin-pink (kind of a fleshy colour) shirt-clad chest, and his chest was so firm and warm.

He also smelled so delicious, but I wasn't smelling Incense Avignon. He smelled just like hmmm...the warm basetones of Samsara or Shalimar mixed with skin. I guess I was smelling *myself* IRL because I had been wearing Samsara. He kept hugging me and even rocked me side-to-side. I began to feel self-conscious because all these people were watching, even taking photographs. I wondered how my head/hair smelled because it was in his face; I worried because I was kind of sweaty and dishevelled. Then Moz disengaged and moved onto the back row (4th row). He was hugging someone else. Our chairs were so high that Mozzer's head was against the person's abdomen. I thought, At least his face isn't in their crotch.

Then Moz was out the front door (on house left). I guess he was was going to return for an encore because the house lights were still down. I was on house right, which opened out onto a patio. It was at night.

I was so hot with that stupid pink fleecy nightgown. I tore it off and was relieved that I had suitable clothes underneath.

I noticed Alain was onstage, playing a keyboard. He was so high up and the keyboard was in the way so that I could only see the top part of his face. I was trying to catch his eye, but his eyes were darting everywhere but on me. The audience started to chant, "Alain, Alain..." I joined in. We were so happy to see him return onstage. Pre-recorded music came on. I think it was IBEH.

Then Moz came down the hall, wearing a white shirt and jeans. He took to the stage. The pre-recorded music changed to something like LOST but faster or with a dancebeat (nightmare, I know). But Moz didn't start singing yet. We just waited and watched...

Then I woke up. I had kicked off the covers, and I was damp with sweat.

[neonmad]

I have had several dreams about the man...

One started out with Scott Baio and another man nude and was quite explicit; this transitioned into a scenario in which I could hear a Morrissey concert from afar and tried desperately to reach it, but was unable to - longing on two levels, eh? (I assume Scott Baio represents a very actively sexual man..?..)

I also dreamt he was going to be on Last Call again and then he was! Unfortunately, I fell asleep waiting and didn't wake up until it had just ended (and I hadn't set the VCR yet)!

Strangely, I dreamt that Frank Sinatra was somehow at the Emmys or Golden Globes (I can't remember which), and I wondered if Moz would go - and what he would wear if he did. I hoped/decided he would wear dark jeans and a burgundy velvet blazer.

After seeing him at the Palladium, I've had numerous Hollywood/L.A. dreams - I get "homesick" for a place that's never been my home!:rolleyes:

[trinity82]

Wow, I just had a dream about moz last night, and imagine my suprise, when I came on here today, and found this thread! Actually, my dream was a nightmare! I dreamt that we'd met and wanted to get married but he was married to this ugly girl who was at least 25 years younger than him, and had a baby boy, and so he couldn't leave her. Isn't that terrible? I think I need help :confused: And yes, I really did have this dream, and yes, I did have some wine before bedtime :(

[mozzette]

Well I am not blessed with Morrissey dreams very often but when I am they are very silly indeed.
The last one I had involved him being a game show host with a really annoying routine at the start of every show. A bit like a 'Bruce Forsyth' type of thing ("nice to see you, to see you nice" and a stupid dance).
I appeared on one of these shows and he annoyed me so much I hit him live on TV.

The moral of the story is don't eat cheese before bed...and don't delve into the depths of my mind.

[lottie]

I had a great one last night,
involved a book signing with a 'cryptic' messgae signed for me by the man, which i didnt read till after id left the store, because he'd hugged me and whispered something in my ear that left me reeling...
all i can say is that i was wearing a shirt saying "take me home with you please moz?"
and it worked!!!
;):horny:

[nugz]

I havent had a Moz dream in a while, but last night i DID have a Scott Baio dream. i believe we were married, or something like that.

[Anaesthesine]

I don't often dream of Morrissey, which is strange, given how much space he takes up between my ears.

I had a nightmare about him a few days ago. It is so sad - I apologise in advance:

I am standing backstage in a large old theatre. The audience is in place, and light is pouring in through the ornate gilded proscenium. The band is already on stage, and Morrissey is in the wings, straightening his tie, nervously scanning the audience, and waiting for just the right moment to make his entrance. I think he is wearing a brown suit, and a white shirt.

After a few more moments of nervous fiddling (tie, hair), and a few stretches, he walks into the light and there is the customary roar of a hysterical, loving audience. I turn away and those sounds turn to screams, and then silence. Morrissey is lying still upon the stage.

I woke up gasping. :tears:

[AnnaNoir]

I don't often dream of Morrissey, which is strange, given how much space he takes up between my ears.

I had a nightmare about him a few days ago. It is so sad - I apologise in advance:

I am standing backstage in a large old theatre. The audience is in place, and light is pouring in through the ornate gilded proscenium. The band is already on stage, and Morrissey is in the wings, straightening his tie, nervously scanning the audience, and waiting for just the right moment to make his entrance. I think he is wearing a brown suit, and a white shirt.

After a few more moments of nervous fiddling (tie, hair), and a few stretches, he walks into the light and there is the customary roar of a hysterical, loving audience. I turn away and those sounds turn to screams, and then silence. Morrissey is lying still upon the stage.

I woke up gasping. :tears:

you better not be psychic:mad:

[Anaesthesine]

you better not be psychic:mad:

Don't worry, I can't see into the future, and I don't see dead people (no matter how hard I try).

As in most dreams, Morrissey is just standing in for something else...

[lottie]

I don't often dream of Morrissey, which is strange, given how much space he takes up between my ears.

I had a nightmare about him a few days ago. It is so sad - I apologise in advance:

I am standing backstage in a large old theatre. The audience is in place, and light is pouring in through the ornate gilded proscenium. The band is already on stage, and Morrissey is in the wings, straightening his tie, nervously scanning the audience, and waiting for just the right moment to make his entrance. I think he is wearing a brown suit, and a white shirt.

After a few more moments of nervous fiddling (tie, hair), and a few stretches, he walks into the light and there is the customary roar of a hysterical, loving audience. I turn away and those sounds turn to screams, and then silence. Morrissey is lying still upon the stage.

I woke up gasping. :tears:


you better not be psychic:mad:

omg, im now gonna pretend i never read that,
and please dont eat cheese so late in the evening again. :mad:

[AnnaNoir]

Don't worry, I can't see into the future, and I don't see dead people (no matter how hard I try).


what a relief:p

[9 x Fined]

Had one last night.

Was waiting stage left for Lord Mozlington to arrive at his show. He finally did and handed me his bright yellow raincoat for me to hold.

I promptly secured it in a locker, only to lose the key by the time he returned to collect it.

Moz wasn't happy.

[CrystalGeezer]

I had one of those 3D dreams where he got on his knee and spoke to me.

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

Had one last night.

Was waiting stage left for Lord Mozlington to arrive at his show. He finally did and handed me his bright yellow raincoat for me to hold.

I promptly secured it in a locker, only to lose the key by the time he returned to collect it.

Moz wasn't happy.

It wasn't blue, like Paddington's? Guess not. He's a northerner.

[Corrissey]

Had one last night.

Was waiting stage left for Lord Mozlington to arrive at his show. He finally did and handed me his bright yellow raincoat for me to hold.

I promptly secured it in a locker, only to lose the key by the time he returned to collect it.

Moz wasn't happy.

Really? That's funny. I can't see him in a bright yellow slicker. So much for him being your raincoated lover. :o

[Corrissey]

It wasn't blue, like Paddington's? Guess not. He's a northerner.

Scary. That's exactly what I was thinking (but didn't say)

just cuz
http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/guitarman1232/eleraincoat.jpg

[Annaforever]

I've had many dreams about Morrissey. The one I had last night takes the price, though.

I was having a nice picnic in a park with my mother. Then Oscar Wilde comes to join us. He eats some cheese, but he don't say much. Then Morrissey comes running from nowhere, towards us, only he isn't morrissey - he's a werewulf! And then he kills Oscar Wilde and my mother. But he only gives me some daffodils.

What on earth could that mean? Is there something seriously wrong with me? I always have these kind of dreams. Maybe I should see a doctor...

[sarahT]

. Then Morrissey comes running from nowhere, towards us, only he isn't morrissey - he's a werewulf!

:eek:
I once dreamed that Morrissey was singing on a television show, he took his shirt off he was covered in hair like a werewolf. Maybe we should check if the ''sore throat'' co-incided with a full moon.

A few nights ago I dreamed that I was watching a documentary about him and the narrator said ''In his youth, Morrissey briefly had a job as an adornment in a jewellery shop''

[sistasheila]

i dreamed tonight that i am dreaming of morrissey while i was actual dreaming ...weird eh? Cant explain it better but i think you understand wht i mean...


a few weeks a go i was dreaming moz is a PICTURE in a children PAINTING book where children can paint it out with coloured pencils/crayon..its like a still from the TOMORROW VIDEO where he is filmed from the back and you see the close up of of his back of the head and his neck he is lowering his gaze/head like in the every day lp cover but he is not turning his head to the side like on that cover , his head is even...and i am sitting in a doctor`s waiting room and watch the children paint moz and then they proudly hang it up on the wall

its weird though that i dream that often of him when i am listening to his music not on a regular basis..cause a lot of the songs are "too near the bone" to listen to it too often
and i do not think about him that often but he obviously crept into my mind landscape somehow otherwise i wouldnt dream of him that often,right ?:D

[westendgirl]

After a few more moments of nervous fiddling (tie, hair), and a few stretches, he walks into the light and there is the customary roar of a hysterical, loving audience. I turn away and those sounds turn to screams, and then silence. Morrissey is lying still upon the stage.

I woke up gasping.


omg, im now gonna pretend i never read that,
and please dont eat cheese so late in the evening again.

maybe I shouldn't have read your dream yesterday anaesthine. :( I had a dream so similar. And I didn't eat cheese before bed Lottie!

Ya know how sometimes you have more than one dream in a night? Usually each dream is short....well I only remember this dream last night, and it seemed to have gone on forever and lasted THE ENTIRE NIGHT! It was a nightmare. A total nightmare. Dreams involving Moz need to be happy and positive, not where I find out he's dead, or actually, I think he was killed. :mad: I've never cried so much in a dream! At least throughout almost the whole dream. My mom told me to just let it out, she could see how devistated I was. The thought of never being able to see his smile again broke my heart basically....I thought of my avatar photo when I realized that...
Then I was either at or nearby a show where the crowd was singing Girlfriend In A Coma...I was in such shock that I couldn't sing along at first....but then chimed in around, "I know, it's really seriooouus...there were times when i could have muurdereed heeeer...." :eek: That was kinda wierd to me that that verse was being sung right as I started to hear the crowd....then I was talking to this little boy,m and he was telling me that he was the that killed Moz. And explained...it wasn't graphic, he told it very casually, I don't think I really believed him. At all. I was in such shock though, I couldn't react. But it did infuriate me. I just didn't show it.

SO PLEASE TELL ME THAT HE'S ALIVE AND BREATHING AND WELL AND SMILING!!!!! :tears::o I know he is *phew*

When I woke up, I was so glad that what I had dreamt was JUST and ONLY a dream that I almost started crying....:( geez, I hate nightmare's...... :[

[Corrissey]

I had a great one last night,
involved a book signing with a 'cryptic' messgae signed for me by the man, which i didnt read till after id left the store, because he'd hugged me and whispered something in my ear that left me reeling...
all i can say is that i was wearing a shirt saying "take me home with you please moz?"
and it worked!!!
;):horny:

Nice- a wet dream?! :D Why aren't you sharing the rest of the story with us? :p


I havent had a Moz dream in a while, but last night i DID have a Scott Baio dream. i believe we were married, or something like that.

That's pretty funny. Especially since it's such an effort for him to commit :p

[Corrissey]

I consulted my "10,000 dreams interpreted book" by Gustavus Hindman Miller (1988) :eek: :D I used to track my dreams, a friend gave me the book.


I don't often dream of Morrissey, which is strange, given how much space he takes up between my ears.

I had a nightmare about him a few days ago. It is so sad - I apologise in advance:

I am standing backstage in a large old theatre. The audience is in place, and light is pouring in through the ornate gilded proscenium. The band is already on stage, and Morrissey is in the wings, straightening his tie, nervously scanning the audience, and waiting for just the right moment to make his entrance. I think he is wearing a brown suit, and a white shirt.

After a few more moments of nervous fiddling (tie, hair), and a few stretches, he walks into the light and there is the customary roar of a hysterical, loving audience. I turn away and those sounds turn to screams, and then silence. Morrissey is lying still upon the stage.

I woke up gasping. :tears:

"Death" (there is a page on this) but here is a tidbit: To dream of seeing any of your people (dunno who/what that means) dead, warns you of coming dissolution or sorrow. Disappointments always follow dreams of this nature" ...well, aren't I the killjoy :o


Had one last night.

Was waiting stage left for Lord Mozlington to arrive at his show. He finally did and handed me his bright yellow raincoat for me to hold.

I promptly secured it in a locker, only to lose the key by the time he returned to collect it.

Moz wasn't happy.

"To see a new coat, portends for you some literary honor"
"To dream of keys, denotes unexpected changes" ..."If the keys are lost, unpleasant adventures will affect you"


I've had many dreams about Morrissey. The one I had last night takes the price, though.

I was having a nice picnic in a park with my mother. Then Oscar Wilde comes to join us. He eats some cheese, but he don't say much. Then Morrissey comes running from nowhere, towards us, only he isn't morrissey - he's a werewulf! And then he kills Oscar Wilde and my mother. But he only gives me some daffodils.

What on earth could that mean? Is there something seriously wrong with me? I always have these kind of dreams. Maybe I should see a doctor...

"To dream of eating cheese, denotes great disappointments and sorrow. No good of any nature can be hoped for. Cheese is generally a bad dream"

"To dream of a wolf, shows that you have a thieving person in your employ, who will also betray secrets"

"For a young woman to receive a bouqet of flowers, fortells that she will have many admirers"


i dreamed tonight that i am dreaming of morrissey while i was actual dreaming ...weird eh? Cant explain it better but i think you understand wht i mean...

a few weeks a go i was dreaming moz is a PICTURE in a children PAINTING book where children can paint it out with coloured pencils/crayon..its like a still from the TOMORROW VIDEO where he is filmed from the back and you see the close up of of his back of the head and his neck he is lowering his gaze/head like in the every day lp cover but he is not turning his head to the side like on that cover , his head is even...and i am sitting in a doctor`s waiting room and watch the children paint moz and then they proudly hang it up on the wall

its weird though that i dream that often of him when i am listening to his music not on a regular basis..cause a lot of the songs are "too near the bone" to listen to it too often
and i do not think about him that often but he obviously crept into my mind landscape somehow otherwise i wouldnt dream of him that often,right ?:D

"To dream of seeing beautiful paintings, denotes that friends will assume false positions towards you, and you will find that pleasure is illusive."

DAMN people...sorry...I thought this might be fun or enlightening but now I know why this was buried in my bookshelf... *puts it back*

[laughing_anne]

I had a dream where Morrissey was driving me around in a car... What does your little book say about cars Corrissey?

[Corrissey]

I had a dream where Morrissey was driving me around in a car... What does your little book say about cars Corrissey?

ooh, a request! :p

"To dream of seeing cars, denotes journeying and changing in quick succession"

"To get in one shows that travel which you held in contemplation will be made under different auspices than had been calulated upon"

"To ride in a car, fortels that rivalry and jealousy will enthrall your happiness"

I hope this dream book isn't giving anyone nightmares :eek: :D

[laughing_anne]

ooh, a request! :p

"To dream of seeing cars, denotes journeying and changing in quick succession"

"To get in one shows that travel which you held in contemplation will be made under different auspices than had been calulated upon"

"To ride in a car, fortels that rivalry and jealousy will enthrall your happiness"

I hope this dream book isn't giving anyone nightmares :eek: :D

Thanks! :) I guess...:o Nothing too bad though. ;)
Moz, if you're reading "But I don't want a lover, I just want to be tied to the back of your car..." :D;)

[Corrissey]

Thanks! :) I guess...:o Nothing too bad though. ;)
Moz, if you're reading "But I don't want a lover, I just want to be tied to the back of your car..." :D;)

"Should you dream of worshipping idols, you will make slow progress to wealth and fame, as you will let petty things tyrannize over you"

[laughing_anne]

"Should you dream of worshipping idols, you will make slow progress to wealth and fame, as you will let petty things tyrannize over you"

I don't mind the slow progress, just as long as there's wealth and fame in the end. ;)

[sistasheila]

its not particular erotic but one dream i like i had at least 2 or 3 times with me laying in his arms in my bed: my head on his shoulder and also on his chest and then at the end fall asleep (in the dream) to the beat of his heart...just laying and at least i do no remember any conversation
he is of course topless (and has always a hairless chest,thank god-age changes sometimes its "current " moz or 80ties moz) so comfy and i feel so secure and totally peaceful .and always wake uop with a big smile
.thats the most erotic it can get...does it get more "frinky" in your "erotic"dreams of the man if you got one?


i had a weird one recently

moz in his boxers/swimming trunks in a very sunny hot city (probably l.a) and got interviewed at a swimming pool and the interviewer doesnt seem to ask interesting questions cause moz looks very bored and when thewinterviewer just about asking him something he suddendly stand up in the middle of the sentence and jump in the pool...the look on the journalists face was quite funny and when the dream continue: there was a fountain in the swimming pool which was build on a heigtened platform in the middle of the pool) where he climbed in and just stand inside that huge fountain and enjoying it (a little bit like anita ekberg in la dolce vita but not exactly like it-you get the picture,eh? but it reminds you of it) and his boxers were gone..:eek::eek:
but you couldnt see anything cause the view changes
during the interview i sat very close to moz and the journo but the view of him watching him in the fountain now looks like miles away now ..actually i am quite happy about that -not only in my dreams but he never stripped down to the bone in his concerts even some frinkers would love that :D:eek:


i had a similar dream months ago: it was a very small bar and the stage was as high as the floor where the audience stand on...only like 10 people was there ..and julia was there too-(i never met her so i had vague memories of her saw only this one now removed clip at youtube where she was interviewed at some moz signing at the early 90ties.)he looks around then walks to me into the audience-(i was standing at the wall in the back corner) right towards me and sticks that mic in my face..i was so scared that my reaction was to run anway and he chase me like a reporter chase someone like lets see uh..?: someone like pete doherty..this lasted for a few minutes then he give me the disapointest look ever that you can receive and turn away to julia who say something really clever ...and he changes his looks from 80 ties moz when he comes to me and to nowadays moz when he talks to julia(only saw her back of the head)

and last night i dreamed again of our dear mozzer: he was a tv host for a sports television broadcast for a soccer game...he had a different haircut-this very short haircut he had at this alma matters video and he was a little bit more slim than today...the person next to him looks like a mixture of all german soccer sports programmes tv host in one person (old/young) and the audience behind him was also quite strange: the QUEEN was in there:she wore a pink chanel suit with a very big pink hat .and also her mother next to here who died a few years ago but was stil alive and kicking in my dreams. it was raining and the soccer stadion was located in berlin-moz informed the people he couldnt fly away because the weather is so bad so he decided to stay here..then he commented on the soccer game who was going on at the moment...i am not sure if he was a guest commentator or a regular tv host..but the other tv host doidnt have a lot time to say anything-moz steals the show
i couldnt care less about soccer so very weird to dream about soccer this has to be the influence of reading the recent article about mozzer watching a soccer game a few days ago...strange


I've had many dreams about Morrissey. The one I had last night takes the price, though.

I was having a nice picnic in a park with my mother. Then Oscar Wilde comes to join us. He eats some cheese, but he don't say much. Then Morrissey comes running from nowhere, towards us, only he isn't morrissey - he's a werewulf! And then he kills Oscar Wilde and my mother. But he only gives me some daffodils.

What on earth could that mean? Is there something seriously wrong with me? I always have these kind of dreams. Maybe I should see a doctor...

can you
interpret these dreams too i would be esp interested in the 3rd one

i had a similar dream months ago: it was a very small bar and the stage was as high as the floor where the audience stand on...only like 10 people was there ..and julia was there too-(i never met her so i had vague memories of her saw only this one now removed clip at youtube where she was interviewed at some moz signing at the early 90ties.)he looks around then walks to me into the audience-(i was standing at the wall in the back corner) right towards me and sticks that mic in my face..i was so scared that my reaction was to run anway and he chase me like a reporter chase someone like lets see uh..?: someone like pete doherty..this lasted for a few minutes then he give me the disapointest look ever that you can receive and turn away to julia who say something really clever ...and he changes his looks from 80 ties moz when he comes to me and to nowadays moz when he talks to julia(only saw her back of the head)
with me running away from him while he was chasing me with his mike...cannot work tht out had the same dream with another singer (from the band einstuerzende neubauten by the way) where the singer performs in a club /theatre and hold that mike in front of me and wanted me to sa yomething and I was running away and he did chase me with the mike too like in the moz dream

the 1st one is quite easy i guess iam looking for someone who offers comfort...a shoulder to lean on

the others cannot be interpreted i guess(soccer game, moz naked in a fountain)?

and what are your thoughts on Annaforever`s dream?

[Corrissey]

can you
interpret these dreams too i would be esp interested in the 3rd one

with me running away from him while he was chasing me with his mike...cannot work tht out had the same dream with another singer (from the band einstuerzende neubauten by the way) where the singer performs in a club /theatre and hold that mike in front of me and wanted me to sa yomething and I was running away and he did chase me with the mike too like in the moz dream

the 1st one is quite easy i guess iam looking for someone who offers comfort...a shoulder to lean on

the others cannot be interpreted i guess(soccer game, moz naked in a fountain)?

and what are your thoughts on Annaforever`s dream?

Hmm... do me a fave and bold a few things you want me to look up :)
(nothing in the book under soccer or game or microphone)

"To dream that you see a clear fountain sparkling in the sunlight, denotes vast possessions, ecstatic delights and many pleasant journeys."

"To see others naked, fortells that you will be tempted by desgining persons to leave the path of duty. Sickiness will be no small factor against your success." :confused: I need an updated book :p

[sistasheila]

Hmm... do me a fave and bold a few things you want me to look up :)
(nothing in the book under microphone)

p

well kets not concentrate on the microphone but why i am running away when i am confroted...with a singer i like

[Corrissey]

well kets not concentrate on the microphone but why i am running away when i am confroted...with a singer i like

Well, I don't know specifics... maybe it's the whole meeting your idol thing (fear of disappointment, etc.) If I was confronted by Morrissey, my legs would be noodles, so I couldn't run. :p

The book is by "words", but here is this:

"To dream of running in the company with others, is a sign that you will participate in some festivity, and you will find that your affairs are growing towards fortune"

[Mel_Torment]

I am fascinated by dream interpretation, but I think those books that tell you that you are thinking x, y, z based on very pat archetypes of the subject matter are rather dubious. What about individual subjectivity and context? It's all lost.

Anyroad, here's a dream I had this morning:

I was looking to my left and saw Gary and Alain rocking out. Boz was rocking out to my right. Why wasn't Gary on Boz's side? But he was having such a good time with Alain that it seemed right. Couldn't see who was playing the drums. I realised I was onstage next to Boz. My instrumental part was over so I had put it down, and I was standing in the back near the drum kit. Moz was up front, center at the edge of the stage singing. I felt like a grand tit standing there with nothing to do. Damnit, why didn't we work this out in rehearsal? Couldn't I have a tambourine to shake while I'm standing here doing nothing? Oh, I see, Moz already has a tambourine. I guess I'll dance. So I began to dance. Usually I feel too silly to do something like that onstage, but I felt that shaking my hips was normal and the decorous thing to do. I was wearing this black and white houndstooth check pattern skirt I have. It's extremely short, and I feel self-conscious wearing it. I was probably wearing this old red Fred Perry I used to have before I sold it. But I felt like I looked decent and therefore worried not.

The song was over very quickly, and Moz introduced the band. He said to the audience, "And this is my girl." He came over to embrace me with one arm and bring me up to the front. I was stunned. What about Julia? I expected to hear a smattering of some jealous people booing like they do to Julia. But everyone was cheering very kindly.

Then Moz walked me along the literal edge of the stage, so that I was at a 45 degree angle to the stage hanging out over the pit but being held close and securely to him. Despite this impossible posture, I felt absolutely no fear. And we made it from the Boz side all the way to the Alain side with nary a stumble nor worry. It was the most wonderful feeling! It's like walking on water or flying.

Then Moz drew me in for a full hug and began to kiss me behind the drum kit. Uh, shouldn't you be singing instead of sucking face? The band was playing "Let Me Kiss You" and I came to understand that he was still doing his job whether singing or miming out literally the lyrics. He whirled me around the front to show the audience that he was spreading my legs apart with his. Dear God, please help me. I didn't like this, but I didn't exactly dislike it. Hmmm...shades of Jack the Ripper (you don't agree but you don't refuse...).

Strangely, despite making me go into a spreadeagle stance and the fact that he's taller than me, I was standing taller than him in this part of the dream. [This situation was similar to an event in real life: We were posing for a photo, and Moz goofily slouched down to appear my height. When I commented on this, he went down even further to be shorter than me! No mean feat for someone 5 inches taller]. Dream Moz seemed to like it with me over him. This dream Moz reminds me of a very tall lover of mine who likes me to be dominant. I'm usually too lazy to be inclined to carry on like that, but if it pleases my partner that much, I'll do it. I felt like I was in the same position, hur hur, wanting to please someone, so I made out rather aggressively with dream Moz despite my natural inclinations.

Then the setting changed to be a British public girls school in the 80s. The girls were wearing grey sweaters, grey tartan skirts, and these ridiculous 80s style maroon bows around the neck. This one dishwater blond girl who seemed about 14 years old came up and started chasing Moz away. She was screeching that Moz was hers because my friend V. said that was the deal. Then she went on about how much she loved the Rolling Stones. She was only pretending to want Moz just to have a go at me. So I said to the Lolita, "Well then, go have your Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Cro Magnan man, too! They're all yours!" And after letting out my shaking indignation, I returned to hug Moz.

I woke up so woozy. I don't need wild nights out drinking when I have vivid dreams like these with perfectly clean living. The best part of the dream was walking along the edge with supreme confidence while Moz held me.

[Kewpie]

Wow, I no longer remember dreams so vividly. :o

This morning Morrissey didn't show up in my dream, but I remember talking to chica and Lor who are members of Solo.

[Practising Troublemaker]

Latest Moz dream:

I was walking along a beach with one of my teachers, this was confusing as it was one of those really romantic walks. Now the teacher is nice and everything but it scared me a little.
Anyway, we go about halfway along and noticed loads of gladioli littering the beach. I made some silly remark about how we would see Moz later, it was like his trail left behind to find home again.
So, we keep walking, now holding hands (gettig eerie now!) and notice a large cave which seemed to have some singing from inside. We went and looked in it and noticed Moz; he had built Johnny, Mike and Andy out of gladioli and they were staged as is fighting Jesse, Boz and Gary Day (also built from gladioli). Moz was just sat on a rock looking really pleased with himself and muttering "ah this will seperate the men from the boys". Then he jumped up and started dancing around in an early Smiths style despite being the modern day Moz. He started chanting in a scary way "fight to last breath, fight to you're all dead".
I was crapping myself thinking "oh lord, Moz has finally lost it big time". I looked at my teacher who looked as confused as me, so calmly I approached the dancing Moz and put my hand on his shoulder and went as nicely as possible "now,now, come on Morrissey. let's talk about this little event"...he looked at me and just went "ah, piss off, my dancing space has been reduced because of your large shoes"...I looked down and noticed I was literally wearing boats for shoes...then I woke up!

So yet again another dream about Moz and shoes!

Love PTxx.

[Mel_Torment]

Then he jumped up and started dancing around in an early Smiths style despite being the modern day Moz. He started chanting in a scary way "fight to last breath, fight to you're all dead".
I was crapping myself thinking "oh lord, Moz has finally lost it big time".


Oh, this is grand entertainment! :D Pissed myself when I read this.



this little event"...he looked at me and just went "ah, piss off, my dancing space has been reduced because of your large shoes"...I looked down and noticed I was literally wearing boats for shoes...then I woke up!

So yet again another dream about Moz and shoes!

Love PTxx.

Brilliant! You know what Freud says feet symbolise? Even if you don't, knowing enough about Freud should lead you to guess that it's like everything else, a phallic symbol. ;) Hmmm...big feet! Moz is just jealous, that's all! ;)

And your avatar shows that you are a clown. I hazard you wear absurdly large clown shoes, eh? :p

[Hellie]

Where Moz is concerned my dreams are never mystical or profound.....they are however very very real...and i always seem to have trouble walking the next day!!!!!:o:D

[Mel_Torment]

they are however very very real...and i always seem to have trouble walking the next day!!!!!:o:D

Oo-er, missus! :horny:

Mebbe Moz is an incubus. :eek:

[viva_M]

Oo-er, missus! :horny:

Mebbe Moz is an incubus. :eek:

That would be nice.


Latest Moz dream:

I was walking along a beach with one of my teachers, this was confusing as it was one of those really romantic walks. Now the teacher is nice and everything but it scared me a little.
Anyway, we go about halfway along and noticed loads of gladioli littering the beach. I made some silly remark about how we would see Moz later, it was like his trail left behind to find home again.
So, we keep walking, now holding hands (gettig eerie now!) and notice a large cave which seemed to have some singing from inside. We went and looked in it and noticed Moz; he had built Johnny, Mike and Andy out of gladioli and they were staged as is fighting Jesse, Boz and Gary Day (also built from gladioli). Moz was just sat on a rock looking really pleased with himself and muttering "ah this will seperate the men from the boys". Then he jumped up and started dancing around in an early Smiths style despite being the modern day Moz. He started chanting in a scary way "fight to last breath, fight to you're all dead".
I was crapping myself thinking "oh lord, Moz has finally lost it big time". I looked at my teacher who looked as confused as me, so calmly I approached the dancing Moz and put my hand on his shoulder and went as nicely as possible "now,now, come on Morrissey. let's talk about this little event"...he looked at me and just went "ah, piss off, my dancing space has been reduced because of your large shoes"...I looked down and noticed I was literally wearing boats for shoes...then I woke up!

So yet again another dream about Moz and shoes!

Love PTxx.

This is completely unrelated but the first thing that came to mind when I was reading your dream was the film Ryan's daughter, it was just the beach scenario I guess.

[Hellie]

Oo-er, missus! :horny:

Mebbe Moz is an incubus. :eek:


I had to look that up on google.And am pleased you taught me a new word today!!:guitar:

[CrystalGeezer]

He is not a demon.

[mell]

Where Moz is concerned my dreams are never mystical or profound.....they are however very very real...and i always seem to have trouble walking the next day!!!!!:o:D

Wow! I wish I had those kinds of dreams! I've only had two Moz related dreams. In one we played footsies at a restaurant. When the dream started to get really good, I woke up. :mad: The other was when I discovered one of my best friends in real life was an accountant by day, hairstylist by night. I went to her salon one evening and she told me I had just missed Moz by 10 mins. I made this face at her :eek: and asked if she got to cut his hair. She said no, but she did massage his scalp for 10 minutes. :eek::eek::eek: I asked if anyone had a bit of hair for me to keep as a souvenir and they said they were already going to other people. I woke up because I was so distressed!

[Mel_Torment]

I had to look that up on google.And am pleased you taught me a new word today!!:guitar:

:D


He is not a demon.

Mais c'est vrai qu'il est un beau diable, ne c'est pas?
But it's true he's a handsome devil, isn't it? ;)

[Mel_Torment]

:eek:
I once dreamed that Morrissey was singing on a television show, he took his shirt off he was covered in hair like a werewolf. Maybe we should check if the ''sore throat'' co-incided with a full moon.


Hah hah! I wonder if that piccy of his furry arse'n'all influenced all those dreams of Moz as a werewolf.



A few nights ago I dreamed that I was watching a documentary about him and the narrator said ''In his youth, Morrissey briefly had a job as an adornment in a jewellery shop''

Nice! But I'm sure you've dreamt of stranger things. ;)

[CrystalGeezer]

In one we played footsies at a restaurant. When the dream started to get really good, I woke up. :mad:

Please elaborate, Mell.

[mell]

Please elaborate, Mell.
Let's just say there's a reason I call those fingers frinky. :p :D
haha of course I f***ing woke up!!! :doh:

[CrystalGeezer]

Let's just say there's a reason I call those fingers frinky. :p :D
haha of course I f***ing woke up!!! :doh:

Phew. Your footsie restaurant dreams are way different than mine. I was worried for a second.

[mell]

Phew. Your footsie restaurant dreams are way different than mine. I was worried for a second.
What?? Now it's your turn to elaborate!

[viva_M]

Let's just say there's a reason I call those fingers frinky. :p :D
haha of course I f***ing woke up!!! :doh:

hmmm very suspicious :p

But is it softcore or hardcore?



Mine aren't very exciting. In my dreams Morrissey is always filling up papers. It's strange.

It usually involves me staying on a queue and him, still being Morrissey and still being famous, writing on the papers we hand him. But it's not a autograph session. It all happens in a very bureaucratic context.

I remember feeling very excited because it's him doing and not the random anonymous dude on the other table.

So there, I'm pure!

[CrystalGeezer]

What?? Now it's your turn to elaborate!

Well mine was very innocent. We play footsies under the table, real footsies. I nudge his with mine, he nudges back. Then I place my hand on his knee. This tiny reassurance builds a little passion in him and after dinner we walk to the park where we sit on a bench in the cool, crisp night air and make out something fierce, tongues and face touching. (rawr.) By this time we can hardly contain our passion and we go home. The rest of the dream is between Morrissey and me.

[mell]

hmmm very suspicious :p

But is it softcore or hardcore?



Mine aren't very exciting. In my dreams Morrissey is always filling up papers. It's strange.

It usually involves me staying on a queue and him, still being Morrissey and still being famous, writing on the papers we hand him. But it's not a autograph session. It all happens in a very bureaucratic context.

I remember feeling very excited because it's him doing and not the random anonymous dude on the other table.

So there, I'm pure!
aww you have a recurring Moz dream?! I am so jealous! Even if it was just him writing on papers!

Actually, mine wasn't that bad, I woke up too soon. :p I remember the people eating dinner with us were too busy stuffing their faces to notice that anything was going on. :D

[westendgirl]

Well mine was very innocent. We play footsies under the table, real footsies. I nudge his with mine, he nudges back. Then I place my hand on his knee. This tiny reassurance builds a little passion in him and after dinner we walk to the park where we sit on a bench in the cool, crisp night air and make out something fierce, tongues and face touching. (rawr.) By this time we can hardly contain our passion and we go home. The rest of the dream is between Morrissey and me.

innocent....phew! :D

[CrystalGeezer]

innocent....phew! :D

Well the best part is that we really are innocent.

[mell]

Well the best part is that we really are innocent.

oh come on, you're both total whores and you know it.

I kid, I kid :p ;)

[westendgirl]

Well the best part is that we really are innocent.

Innocent and in love. Best combo, eh?? ;)

[sol]

He never appears in my dreams, but always he there; It must be because i am carnivorous :o but not all time .:D :D

Though once. I dreamed of him. :confused:

[Compadre]

That's a lovely photo Lottie! thanks.

I've had several dreams about Moz, ususally they are in a concert-type atmosphere. THe most recent was, he was giving a concert in a smaller, auditorium-type venue, and I was with my brother who at one point had to run to the bathrooms. as he was walking to the back, Moz shouted out to him from the stage "where are you going?" and he said something like "i'll be right back" and then I shouted from my seat "California loves you!"

The dream where I met the Man was fleeting - he was coming out of a venue post-concert, it was cold and he had his overcoat on and I was hanging out outside and he greeted me and I said something about how much he means to me, how much he has affected my life. and he was appreciative. pretty vague but positive vibes from that dream.

Then, I had a very vivid dream awhile back, where He and I were hanging out on some sort of pier/dock type thing, over the water, and it was chilly, we both had our coats on but we were lounging, very close to each other, and just hanging out and talking (I dont remember any specifics of the convo). it was just the best feeling. After I have any dream with him I always wake up in the BEST mood!

[Mel_Torment]

Had a disturbing dream this morning. One part was that Moz and some of th'Lads were behind a fast-food counter (but there was no awful fried smell). I'm not sure they were serving food or taking orders, but Moz was dressed in a tux. He wasn't singing. I said to someone next to me, "Moz is wearing a tux because he knows he's going to see us, so he wants to look good." It wasn't a concert, but everyone knew we were all going to have this so-called random encounter. It was understood that we were to pretend we didn't know Morrissey, and I had to act nonchalant. I did it so well that I didn't look at Moz and then he disappeared. :(

The next part was more frustrating and disturbing: I dreamt people were catching on fire, but no one else could see it. They only knew that they felt terribly hot. Occasionally I could see flames like crowns on their heads, and then it would look normal again. But I had this terrible knowledge. I tried to suffocate the flames by beating them out, but people only became angry with me for drumming on their heads when apparently nothing was wrong, except that they felt painfully hot.

[Corrissey]

Had a disturbing dream this morning. One part was that Moz and some of th'Lads were behind a fast-food counter (but there was no awful fried smell). I'm not sure they were serving food or taking orders, but Moz was dressed in a tux. He wasn't singing. I said to someone next to me, "Moz is wearing a tux because he knows he's going to see us, so he wants to look good." It wasn't a concert, but everyone knew we were all going to have this so-called random encounter. It was understood that we were to pretend we didn't know Morrissey, and I had to act nonchalant. I did it so well that I didn't look at Moz and then he disappeared. :(.

I hate when that happens. Our brains need to act more real-life and not all dream-like ;) as if we'd 'ignore' him... Fast-food Moz :p interesting dream.



The next part was more frustrating and disturbing: I dreamt people were catching on fire, but no one else could see it. They only knew that they felt terribly hot. Occasionally I could see flames like crowns on their heads, and then it would look normal again. But I had this terrible knowledge. I tried to suffocate the flames by beating them out, but people only became angry with me for drumming on their heads when apparently nothing was wrong, except that they felt painfully hot.

We're you still in the fast food joint? Serious/lol question ;) Freaky dream but it doesn't seem like anyone got 'hurt'. Your drumming techinque saved them from something worse, maybe just a headache :p

"Fire is favorable to the dreamer if he does not get burned. It brings continued prosperity to seamen and voyagers, as well as to those on land."



I said seamen. :p

[Mel_Torment]

I hate when that happens. Our brains need to act more real-life and not all dream-like ;) as if we'd 'ignore' him... Fast-food Moz :p interesting dream.


We're you still in the fast food joint? Serious/lol question ;) Freaky dream but it doesn't seem like anyone got 'hurt'. Your drumming techinque saved them from something worse, maybe just a headache :p

"Fire is favorable to the dreamer if he does not get burned. It brings continued prosperity to seamen and voyagers, as well as to those on land."

I said seamen. :p

The 2nd part of the dream did not take place in the fast food joint. It was in something like a room with wood panelling painted white or sometimes outside in a humid place (like Florida) with sand and palms. There was flooding in the dream and greenish brown water.

Seamen!
Hah hah! Thanks, C! I feel a lot better, especially now that the dream is several hours old. I think the dream about invisible fire is about being the mad weirdo because she sees terrible things where others see nothing wrong. And as we know from Cassandra of Greek mythology, nobody likes to hear about bad things from some weird old woman. In the end, I'm glad that at least I tried to put out the flames. I think it's worse to stand by and do nothing than to be thought a mad weirdo.

If only I had said to Moz in the first part of the dream, "Do fries come with that shake of yours?" :p Alas, he was not shaking it. He always looks rather stiff, hur hur, in a tux.

[Corrissey]

The 2nd part of the dream did not take place in the fast food joint. It was in something like a room with wood panelling painted white or sometimes outside in a humid place (like Florida) with sand and palms. There was flooding in the dream and greenish brown water.

Seamen!
Hah hah! Thanks, C! I feel a lot better, especially now that the dream is several hours old. I think the dream about invisible fire is about being the mad weirdo because she sees terrible things where others see nothing wrong. And as we know from Cassandra of Greek mythology, nobody likes to hear about bad things from some weird old woman. In the end, I'm glad that at least I tried to put out the flames. I think it's worse to stand by and do nothing than to be thought a mad weirdo.

If only I had said to Moz in the first part of the dream, "Do fries come with that shake of yours?" :p Alas, he was not shaking it. He always looks rather stiff, hur hur, in a tux.

Maybe you 'see what people do not want to hear' about themselves. If my head were on fire, I'd want you to drum the flames out. And if you thought I was a mad weirdo, I'd want you to tell me that too. Again :D

Ha! Moz shake :horny: There's a one-liner I'd like to deliver him in concert :)

[viva_M]

I dreamt of Morrissey two nights in a row. The first dream was with young Moz, the second with Moz as he is now.

In the first one Morrissey, Johnny Marr and a group of people -of which I was part- were staying in a hotel.
Morrissey and Johnny got to sleep in the same bedroom but we had to stay in the corridor.
Then several murderers appeared wanting to kill Morrissey. We had to fight them (aka brutally stab them) and Johnny helped us. :eek:
When Morrissey was no longer in danger the dream ended. He slept like a baby through it all.


The second one started with me reading this message board. I was reading a list of Morrissey's favourite films but the list had totally changed. There were a lot of documentaries and orchestral concert DVDs. Someone mentioned it was boring. :rolleyes:

Then all of a sudden I was in bed with Morrissey and we were a couple. It seems we had almost no sexual life. He was watching one of those classical music concerts on tv.
I wanted to have sex with him that night but he wasn't very convinced, he said maybe after the concert ended.
So I turned my back on him, ready to sleep. But he put one hand over my head and ran his fingers through my hair and placed the other on my waist, then he said:
"But you're my Cinderella." :D

The End
(yes, wtf?)

[Corrissey]

I dreamt of Morrissey two nights in a row. The first dream was with young Moz, the second with Moz as he is now.

In the first one Morrissey, Johnny Marr and a group of people -of which I was part- were staying in a hotel.
Morrissey and Johnny got to sleep in the same bedroom but we had to stay in the corridor.
Then several murderers appeared wanting to kill Morrissey. We had to fight them (aka brutally stab them) and Johnny helped us. :eek:
When Morrissey was no longer in danger the dream ended. He slept like a baby through it all.

Dayum! The killers who must be killed! That gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling that you were protecting Morrissey. And that he slept without a care in the world. He knows he's safe with you and Marr :p




Then all of a sudden I was in bed with Morrissey and we were a couple. It seems we had almost no sexual life. He was watching one of those classical music concerts on tv.
I wanted to have sex with him that night but he wasn't very convinced, he said maybe after the concert ended.
So I turned my back on him, ready to sleep. But he put one hand over my head and ran his fingers through my hair and placed the other on my waist, then he said:
"But you're my Cinderella." :D


NICE :)

[viva_M]

NICE :)

Well it was a bit lame.. :p When he said the Cinderella thing I was like "wtf?"

heheh

[Dow Jones]

I had a bizarre dream today, involving creatures from the Oddworld videogames. And Morrissey. Obviously.
I was in what appeared to be a videogame in the vein of World of Warcraft, but Oddworld monsters were there instead, and Morrissey was there, looking all Kill Uncle-y but in combat boots? It was strange. He helped me kill things, pried me out of the jaws of Scrabs with half of my body eaten which I'm not entirely sure if I was thankful for considering the fact that my digestive organs were hanging out, severed in places, messily might I add.
My body regenerated in a few minutes, however. There were also Paramites which were quite bitey.
Moz stepped on a few. Squish.

I really need to start turning on the cooler before I go to sleep, overheated dreams disturb me.
For reference, this is what they look like. Adorable.
http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/9009/scrabparamitepu0.png

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

I can't remember if I ever posted this. I was at a Moz show, one of those sleepy ones in a little converted vintage movie house, like the Knoxville or Birmingham shows were... so I made my way to my seat in the front row, and Morrissey was just beginning to sing, but this very nice elderly lady usher was giving me a hard time about my ticket. I had to go back out to the box office to straighten it out, but as I turned my back to walk up the aisle, Morrissey saw me turn my back on him. His mouth tightened into a pissed straight line, and he flung the microphone down- I heard the thunk and the feedback, and he stalked off stage. It was my fault, but not really. I felt so, so sorry... and it was over, I woke up.

[troubleluvsme]

I can't remember if I ever posted this. I was at a Moz show, one of those sleepy ones in a little converted vintage movie house, like the Knoxville or Birmingham shows were... so I made my way to my seat in the front row, and Morrissey was just beginning to sing, but this very nice elderly lady usher was giving me a hard time about my ticket. I had to go back out to the box office to straighten it out, but as I turned my back to walk up the aisle, Morrissey saw me turn my back on him. His mouth tightened into a pissed straight line, and he flung the microphone down- I heard the thunk and the feedback, and he stalked off stage. It was my fault, but not really. I felt so, so sorry... and it was over, I woke up.

:tears: You weren't singing "Get Off the Stage" were you?

[Mel_Torment]

Time to resurrect this thread.

It's a dream several days old...

Dreamt that I had this psychic ability to locate people by concentrating on them. It's kind of like that little girl in Heroes. Trouble was that I couldn't concentrate on the person I wanted to find -- Morrissey! The images of every fucking person on the planet, dead or alive, filled my mind. One person I remember thinking of was Gandhi. But I think I also thought of Charlie Manson. These were all unbidden images because I just wanted to concentrate on Morrissey.

But I had the sense that Morrissey was in the same area nearby, a building or a park, or some sort of land I associate with national parks or semi-wilderness in California. I can't remember it now. But I was content knowing he was nearby.

My dream's not a mystery though. I live in Hell A, and obviously Moz was in L.A. the night I dreamt it, so he was nearby.