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Guido wrote:No dreams about BoC themselves but because I spent so much time working on my One On Twoism submissions I dreamed about fellow twoism members. Saturday Index, TheSilenceEchoes, BrandNewRetro, Aesthetics, Mexicola - I've met you all the past nights. Mexicola, you have a nice house and a great wife. Who needs forum get-togethers when you can dream?

Haha yeah I dreamt that I met Cole!

Sort of reluctant to try and explain my dream with the bros, but here goes! My parents were trying to kill me over time so naturally I just said fuck this and left - ended up on a ship on the ocean I guess with a few people, two of them being the Sandisons. Now.. these two were pretty obese fellows, and wearing really gross sweatpants and sweatshirts. They didn't look like they do in reality, which is kind of fucked up, but I just knew that it was them. One of them was pretty outgoing and told me what his 'nickname' was, but I'm not going to share it as I just feel fucked up even thinking about it.. anywayas the other one refused to say his name or even speak a word, wouldnt even look at me. Got off the ship, parted ways and ended up in some abandoned house and layed low for a while.. then woke up I guess.

Back in january i had this dream where me and all my friends were on vacation in florida and we had this psychadelic dance party to chromakey dreamcoat. quite cool.

So, I have never had a dream involving BOC. Does that make me less of a fan?

Not a BoC dream, but the dream I had this morning before waking up - thought i'd share it...

I'm on a commuter train entering a spaceship-like underground station. I leave the train and get onto another train that travels out of the tunnel and into daylight. Alot of family members are on the train (we recently had a BBQ for my gran's 90th so that explains that...). Anyways, i'm sitting on the very back of the train as it's going through the country, myself and two cousins are on the floor at the back... like kids... then this other girl comes to the end of the train and opens the door at the very back because she thought she could get more signal on her mobile phone if she done so. The train is going really fast and this is a pretty dangerous thing to do, so we're all telling her 'you shouldn't do that!' etc.... Then the train guard comes down and goes to close the door but I step in his way and stop him and tell him it's dangerous to get close and that he should wait until the train stops. He has the authority so he ignores me and goes to close the door. He falls out of the back of the moving train and as he lands I actually hear his legs crunch as they break when he lands on the bricks above the sleepers...... I go and tell the driver to get on the phone and tell other trains behind to stop because the guard is still lying immobilized on the tracks. The train driver just gets critical with me and accuses me of having opened the door. I wake up...

Closer to a nightmare than a dream, really...

The whole idea with a guard falling off the back must have come from a recent news report from around the SE of England where a train guard actually did fall off the back of a train through the door, and then get hit and killed by the next oncoming train...

Hope you don't mind me sharing this gruesome story...

-Snuf

Edit* - I should say that this dream left me kinda shaken up today. More so given the fact that i'm one of those unfortunate people who very often don't remember dreams. Hum-ho.. ;/

this was reality this morning,but it felt like a dream! i had the day off work and basically had the day to myself,woke up,shower,shave,breakfast,noticed i had some beers in the fridge that my brother had left from a few nights ago,nice sunny day,bit windy,decided to get my smoke on,cracked open a beer and sat in the garden with my headphones on.Echus plays on random shuffle and the blue sky and brilliant white clouds catch my eye,the wind means the clouds are moving like a time lapse video and for the duration of that song i was mesmerised,awesome way to start the day!!!

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Guido wrote:No dreams about BoC themselves but because I spent so much time working on my One On Twoism submissions I dreamed about fellow twoism members. Saturday Index, TheSilenceEchoes, BrandNewRetro, Aesthetics, Mexicola - I've met you all the past nights. Mexicola, you have a nice house and a great wife. Who needs forum get-togethers when you can dream?

Haha yeah I dreamt that I met Cole!

haha, that's awesome man, I hope i was polite and conducted myself well

A few nights ago I had a dream I was at some sort of function somewhere and Mike and Marcus were there too, among about 30 other people. One of the bros. took off in a convertible with his girlfriend or wife, and I tried to stop them because there was a kitten behind the wheel of his car when he drove away, but they ran over it anyway. That was sad.

I had a dream about BoC last night. It was really clear and real, which is rare for me. I haven't dreamed about them in 5 years, so it seemed really epic when I woke up.

It was a really long dream that started at a shot at a shed. Everything was heavy concrete and snowy; kinda James Cameron's The Thing'ish. It didn't have a door and there where empty beer cans spread around and there was a dark wooden table with a bottle of scotch and some glasses filled to the top, and they kept spilling. For some reason I though "So Mike and Marcus drink Heineken!"

Next thing I know I'm at an old train-station (a combination of the station of amsterdam and Den Haag HS) with Earthbound (don't ask me why) running for my life. As I reached the end of the platform I saw a little wooden gate that lead to a stairway leading up grassy hill surrounded by a chain-fence and concrete.

Earthbound was making pictures the entire time, and was wearing a hat with a piece of paper in it (like someone for the press or something).
I opened the little gate and walked on the stairs. Every step was cracked and crumbling beneath my feet and was surrounded by long grass and weeds. It was a garden that hasn't been maintained in a while. A broken washing machine there, a broken car here, you know the drill.

Next thing I know I was with some people discussing Boards of Canada. I don't remember the discussion anymore, I just know there was a flashback scene here.

After that I was back at that garden. On top of the stairs there was an old house, completely made out of concrete (brutalist all the way). I peered though a window and saw one of the guys watching football. I reached the door which had some colored glass in them, and saw Mike or Marcus vacuuming the hallway.

I knocked on the door and he opened it. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. "What do you want?", he asked. As always in dream-recall, I have no idea how the conversation went. I just remember him getting angry with the feeling of him saying "Why did you have to come here, you ruined everything" and earthbound responding with the feeling of "well...this is unique"
We went inside and I remember mentioning wanting to see their studio, to which I got no reply.
There was someone at the door with a guitar and amplifier. In the dream I knew who he was, but I don't remember now (its not bibio, if you're wondering..it was more in the Peter Gabriel region).

We had to leave as they had important business to discuss... As I left I heard him playing the guitar and I was like: "well wooptydoo, I can play 4 chords and call it a song"

That's about all I can remember regarding boc. I remember other things but they where about other things.

As I woke up I had this intense feeling of epiphany, and felt I should post this immediately.

Edit: oh, and nothing about a new album though.

i just woke up from a dream where i checked twoism and mdg had posted about a box set

and i think i had that dream because this thread has been bumped recently and i've been thinking about boc dreams.

fucking hell.

Had a dream last night that the new album was announced (how cliche right?)

I wish I could remember the name. It was pretty good.

Cupz, you've got your JCs mixed up, John Carpenter

I had this dream once when I was sitting in my room listening to Geogaddi (this was just as I was getting into them bear in mind!) and there was a sort of compilation of all the songs on the album but all I can remember are YCFTS and Alpha and Omega, maybe 1969 too.

There was dark spirits and redness coming from the speakers, after this I woke and put the CD up high where I could not reach it. Luckily a few months later I gained the courage and listened to it again, then I went through a phase where I would listen to YCFTS every morning for some reason. And now Geogaddi is one of my favourite albums by BoC.

Just my two cents.


Earlier this summer I had a dream, my only dream involving BoC. It started while driving to a new funfair that had just opened. It was placed in a beautiful park, full of trees and crystaline water. I approached to an attraction, the Boards of Canada train, which was a moveless carriage where BoC tunes were supposedly played. Although I listened carefully and the songs were fantastic, I wasn't able to recognize any of them, so I decided to have a word with the director of that funfair. At first I was confused by his behaviour, because he suddenly started to praise and idolize me in a bizarre way so I told him to get to the point and asked him what album were the songs from. He looked confused and told me that train attracion was old, much older than himself, so apparently he didn't have a clue.

Finished our conversation, he invited me to take part in a thievery he and his guys were planning. Last thing I remember is that we were stealing gold or something similar from a mine and unexpectedly we were caught by the owners, who lived in a wooden house at the right side of that dark, wet mine. Then I found myself entering the house and forced to talk to a ''very important'' woman. She seemed to be in her fourties, her face between severe and unexpressive. Options were displayed in my visual field like in a RPG videogame, I could either bribe or persuade. I decided trying to persaude her, which didn't succeed and ended up with me getting killed with a needle in my neck. Then I loaded my saved game and picked bribe...

had one once a looooooooooooooong time ago. when I gave a damn enough to have such a dream. its all a bit sad really.

it was all fucked up man. I was in a room and there were OLD FASHIONED MACHINES all around.

Tape machines. and pretty people all about. Fucking that I LOVE YOU track was playing if you bonked one of those damn machines with your dream elbows.


TOTALLY FUCKED UP MAN

I don't actually read any of this stuff I just post. I am probably a sociopath.

tak me now jehb us

lol I'm tripping balls. your guess is as good as mine here.




sincerely sorry about all the negativity lads. I do read there and here and it impresses me.

FUCK boc gave a glorious vehicle to that furious little vinette or however the fuck you are supposed to spell it for the ENGLISH


it was there in my FUCKING DREAMS



fucking TELEVISION SETS


A THING OF THE GLORIOUS PAST FELLAS

GOD DAMMIT I AM FUCKING HIGH AND IN FRONT OF A FUCKING TYPEWRITER


I AM A MILLION YEARS OLD

ITS A GODDAMN MACHINE FOR MY VERY DESIRES


ITS FUCKING HORRIBLE HOW GOD TEASES HIS BELOVED CREATIONS