[j-monster]

This is more of a "daydream" than a "sleeping dream", and I don't know when it started or where it came from, but here goes...

The setting... back to a time when men wore suits and fedoras and women wore dresses when going out for a night on the town. It's in a southern US city, probably New Orleans (that makes the most sense) right in the middle of a red-hot summer. I'm in a bar that's a little bit seedy... it's not a dive, but it has a reputation for bad things happening sometimes. Nobody's moving much... until suddenly this woman walks in the bar. All around the place guys are staring, because she is probably the most beautiful woman any of them have ever seen. She is a stunning brunette in a fire-engine red dress, and she practically slinks to a table right next to the stage. Just then, the Hip take to the stage. They start into an incendiary version of Yawning or Snarling. Despite this, again no one is moving much... but the woman in the red dress starts to stir. She starts slowly and passionately dancing to the music, and again the guys in the bar are practically transfixed by this sight. No one can quite explain it, but it looks like she's been possessed by the music... she's practically been sent into rapture. As the Hip thunder through the last few chords of the song, she continues to sway and give in to the power of the song, and it's as if everyone else has forgotten to breathe... the tension is unbelievable.

What happens after that? Uh, I'm afraid I don't know... I've never gone farther than that, maybe because my unconscious mind (or whatever) can't figure out how to resolve this, or how to properly end the story.

Sorry if I've left you hanging... :oops:

[The Darkest Canuck]

i've only ever had two dreams involving the hip.

one involved me and a girl i was once quite taken with attending an intimate club show. her and i were right at the side of the stage, everything was black (it was the middle of the night :mrgreen, and all that could be heard was "HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP HIP...ect", immediately i knew what was about to happen, suddenly the stagelights came on to reveal the boys in all their glory. Gord announced, "Good evening. It's great to be here with you tonight" and then they launched into The Darkest One, the song that always made me think of (and still does make me think of) the girl i was with.

the other wasn't quite so good, i was at the entrance to the club where they were going to play, and the bouncers were patting me down, giving me dirty looks and such, they finished and found nothing, so i said "can i go now?", and one of them told me i had to take off my shoes, i just wanted to get in, so i complied, and while i was arguing about it with one bouncer i saw the other plant a vile of crack in my shoe! i immediately flipped out on them and started cursing at them both like a madman, one went to call the cops and then i jetted, without my shoes :lol:.

[K-Town Lassie]

I've had two dreams about The Hip, in as many weeks....

In the first one, I was at work and for some reason the place was being evacuated. Only, in my dream, it wasn't the big warehouse type of place I work in now. It was some kind of funky house. Painted with weird colours and very kitschy. Anyway, Gord D. was suppose to come and drive me home. Only when he got there, my boss wouldn't let him in. He made him leave and refused to listen to me when I tried to explain that he was my ride. I remember waking up very angry at my boss.

The other one I had last night. I don't remember much of it, only that I was in Cooke's buying coffee for Christmas. It was a blizzard outside but I didn't have on my coat. Just my Hipbase shirt, but I wasn't cold. The door opened behind me and when I looked over, Bobby was coming in. I turned my head, but when I turned back, it was Gord S. I remember thinking I should say something, but I just turned and left the store. As I stepped out, I looked across the street at a pub and Johnny and Gord D. were sitting on the patio having a beer. (In reality, I think there is a hairdresser there, not a pub.) In any event, there they were in t-shirts, in the middle of a snowstorm, drinking beer on a patio. I remember they glanced over at me. For some reason, I panicked and started to run down the street. That's about all I really remember.

Very weird. Very, very weird. I wonder what they mean... cratch: