Has Anyone Ever Dreamed of Warlow?

[guitargirl]

Just curious, but has anyone on here ever dreamed of Warlow?
I had the strangest dream with him in it the other night. I was with my parents in Melbourne and Ant was there talking with a group of guys wearing suits, I wanted him desperately to see me but then we had to get on a tram and go... I hung back for a few seconds then he finally looked up at me except it was a bad look, a "What the hell do you want?" kinda look, I was mortified and ran to catch the tram.

[lauren]

my dreams (that i remember) are never really anything i'd want to dream about per-say. They are random and confusing, so no warlow as to date.

[Marie-Cris]

Actually yes, and I think I've posted it somewhere. It's probably in a spare LJ of mine, I'll see if I can dig it up.

[killerbananas]

I had a dream the night after Lauren and I copped Simon as Phantom, where I was at The Main Event and somehow found myself backstage, and hustled into the wings, where Olivia Newton-John, John Farnham and of course Ant were waiting- I asked Ant to sign my program, which strangely looked like the Man of La Mancha one (what the?) and he did, as the 5 minute stand-by call was given and they all started wishing each other luck by saying "Chookas", and although I knew that's the right term I turned to Ant and said "Good Luck" and everyone freaked out, because you never say Good Luck! The whole show had to be cancelled because of my stupid mistake XD

I had another one, and wrote about it on my blog because it was the best dream I'd had in so long- I'll post it here when I find it!

[guitargirl]

;D That's a funny dream killerbananas! Chookas? Maybe you can say that if you meet Ant! Anyway, I thought the proper term for performers was, "Break a leg." No wonder they freaked out!
I had another wierd Warlow dream, I dreamt he was in a commercial and the company's logo was Ant's smile! Wierd...

[sanderella59]

This is totally Off Topic (sort of) but I love words and their meanings.

Apparently it is bad luck to say "Good Luck" before a show because the Sprites who inhabit the theatre always do the opposite of what you want them to, so in order to ensure a good show you must wish misfortune on your fellow cast and crew. "Break a leg" has kind of been replaced in Australia by the term "Chookas" which has a very uncertain origin, though it may go back to the old Music Hall days where you got paid depending on the size of the audience and only ate meat if you had a good size audience, otherwise it was bread. Apparently "Chookas" is from the Aussie word Chook (Chicken for our O/S readers) and was used as a good luck thing by the stage manager to wish for a full house that is, a full house meant chook for dinner.

Both dancers and actors use this term I believe, but singers, especially opera singers use "Toi, Toi, Toi" which derives from an ancient Germanic word "Teufel" meaning Devil. I guess this fits in with the old Good Luck/Break a leg thing. if you wish for the devil, you will get a heavenly performance! Another explanation is that "Toi toi toi" sounds like a spitting sound and spitting backstage also wards off the evil sprites! Interesting eh!!

[Marie-Cris]

I've heard of "toi toi toi", but I never knew performers ever said "chookas" in replace of "break a leg". Thanks for the background info!

[sanderella59]

That's quite alright kind captain

Most of that info came from the Theatre Australia site, which is based in WA (that's West Australia, not Washington). I thought it was really interesting.

[lauren]

lol i rember backstage of Her Maj in Melbourne (where spamalot is) theres a sign backstage that has "chookas" and its orgin on it which was the same as what you said Sandy

[sanderella59]

Thank God. I didn't just pull it out of my backside then!!!

[lauren]

lol well you and the sign could be in cahoots?

[killerbananas]

Loz, do remember that dream I had were Celia put you in hospital? XD

And break a leg has another meaning, I saw this on a Broadway doco- To "Break your leg" is to bend it (that's what dance teaches you), and when you bow properly, and deeply, one of your legs bends, and therefore "breaks". In theatre tradition, the depth of the bow reflects the applause, so- the more applause, the deeper you bow, and the more you break your leg. By saying "break a leg" you're wishing your co-stars a excellent audience reception.

And for a little extra, in Calisthenics the words "Chookas" has become "Cluck"- chooks cluck, and saying "Good Luck" mulitple times to a team of girls the word sounds like "Cluck" so we decided to save time and cut it down XD

[lauren]

yeah i remember that, she pushed me down stairs or something?

[killerbananas]

Yeah- (this is part of my dream)- you read Phoebe a bedtime story that Celia didn't like and she pushed you down stairs and put you in a coma....

[lauren]

what a bitch... lol

[killerbananas]

Love the avatar lol! That was a bizarre dream- we made Phoebe a coffee and banana smoothie as an after-school snack XD

[lauren]

right... did she care that her mother put me in a coma? lol

[killerbananas]

I remember Ant coming to apologise...I do believe I yelled.....

[lauren]

damn, i missed ant coz i was put in a coma by his wife... what are the odds?

[unwinding_fantasy]

Okay, this was weird...

Yesterday I was still hanging around here until midnight (at which point I recalled I had to work in the morning!). Went to bed, had a fitful sleep. Around 5 or 6 I woke up and drifted back into a very light snooze. The specifics of my ensuing dream elude me but it definitely involved an avatar/icon of a grinning Ant, whose ear was being magically twisted, with the text "Last time I laughed: Jan 11th". o.O

[Marie-Cris]

*blinks*

Eh?!

[unwinding_fantasy]

Yeah, it was strange. My aunty was in there somewhere, and I was late for work too. XD

[Marie-Cris]

I found one of my dream entries; I've also remembered that I haven't finished writing the one I promised to post AAAAAAGES ago. Anyway, here's the dream I called Phantom Love.

Oh, by the way, this was some time before August last year', when I had heard Phantom wouldn't be coming to Adelaide and I feared I would never see it ((or him)).

Funny how things turn out.

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Phantom Love
I was in the Central Market at night, standing in the cafe eating area that's in front of one of the stores I go to regularly for Hopia and Hello Panda and so forth. I was stuck with a group of people, feeling like a prisoner; I think I was with the choir, as one of the choir ladies I know stuck her face into mine and started talking to me (she does this a lot and it scares the hell out of me). I hear music coming from inside the little store and manage to break free of her. Is he here? I want to enter but hands hold me back. The more I struggle the more they drag me away ...

Out on the streets of a place I am unfamiliar with. My mind tells me my mother was left behind at Central Market; I see my dad's jeep passing by and hear the silent message that I am to stay put on a side-walk bench until someone comes to pick me up. So I sit and wait. Girls in dark blue school uniforms with yellow and white-striped ties and yellow emblems on their chests sit next to and around me, chatting away and casting threatening glares my way. Naturally, I begin to feel uncomfortable.

Then, out from the shadows steps a figure in a tuxedo and a cloak, a mask over the right side of his face. 'Mother,' he says to me as he extends his hand.

It's him! My heart flutters; I feel ready to explode in a thousand gushing emotions. It's Warlow!

'Mother?' the girls scoff and laugh tauntingly (is a word?).

'People often mistake me for a mother,' I say, taking the phantom's hand and rising. 'It's so depressing. How am I ever going to find a boyfriend?' I expect to hear laughter as I walk away in the hand of the phantom; none came.

We crossed the road and turned right, walking along the outside of a long, broken down shed. He begins making a verbal sound with every step he takes, cheering my spirits. Shhk. Shhk. Shhk. Shhk. I tell him he was wonderful as the phantom, though I never saw it, and he grins. Eventually we reach the entrance to the shed; there are a couple of people standing on the sidewalk having a conversation. They wave and say hello to him as he opens the door for me and gestures to step inside.

Upon doing so I notice piles of crates littered about the place. The ones that are not stacked into piles are being used as tables and chairs for people drinking and smoking and talking away. An after party.

'Mocha and scotch,' he says behind me, then wraps his arms around me. 'Although maybe there is no such thing as scotch.'

I jolt excitedly as his long arms over reach a little. A girl to my left notices and I try to hide my joy. I hear music once again and I let him turn me to face him, ready to dance; but before I can face him on the full a dim cream-coloured light blinds me and I cannot open my eyes. His voice is so distant ...

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I reached for my phone and checked the time. 9:30 am. Maybe just a little longer, I mentally mumbled before falling back asleep.

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The room is so small and crowded, like a pantry; only instead of food there are toys and dolls and other nick-nacks. 'We need to find the key,' I tell them. 'He said we should.'

'Where is he anyhow?' one of the girls say, and I notice for the first time that all the girls are inside this tiny room whilst all the men are in the construction section of the shed. 'He said he'd be here by now and we've been waiting for two hours! I'm so bored!'

'Why don't we go to the club down the road then?' another one suggests, looking rather like a tramp.

As I protest they all leave. How can I find the key alone? The key to the door in the hallway; the one he told us to open? The one he said contained a surprise? Fed up with waiting I turn the corner into the construction section where the men are working, drinking and talking. There's a lot of drinking going on tonight. I see him making his way up steel stairs. 'Wait! Mister Warlow!' I yell from the base and he stops and turns. 'They all left! I don't know how to find the key!'

With a smile he removes his cloak and tosses it down to me. 'Find the black lantern,' he answers to my puzzled expression, 'the one that matches this cloak. Find that and you will find the key.' With not another word he continues to ascend.

'Wait! Please!' I cry, but he does not stop. Sighing bitterly I return to the toy pantry and start the search. I find numerous lamps and lanterns - all from my mother's collection - and I find some of the keys that had been taken from my key collection (yes I collect keys!). Then I find a black lantern; it is old and doesn't close properly. How could it possibly work? If I lit the candle the wax would drip out and I could set the place on fire! As I study the old lantern I remove the candle and find a small inscription on the lantern base:

Kular knows.

Kular ... my angel doll; the doll I based one of my story's characters on. Rummaging through the shelves I find her; her delicate porcelain face is still rosy, her golden curls may fray here and there but she was still in good condition. I see something poking out from beneath her collar. The key! Pulling it out I notice it is my favourite one from my collection; small with an interesting tooth design, unlike any I have seen before. I never thought it to open anything but here was my chance to try. With Kular in hand I head to the door in the corner of the hallway. Around the corner I see him, casually dressed, and he enters the room through another door to turn on the light. I cannot enter there; it is not permitted. That is his door. This is mine. The key slides easily into the hole; I giggle. Tentatively I push the door open and enter ...

The room is bland. Pale. A storage room for odd boxes. Sitting atop one of the boxes is my brown suitcase, old and tattered but unavailable to replace. This is the surprise? The suitcase was not locked; it opens with ease to reveal brochures. Flyers. Promotional papers.

For Phantom.

Three of my sisters and my mother appear from behind; I start to cry. I can't afford to go! I feel Niomi's arms encircle me.

'We'll go as a group of five,' she tells me soothingly as Warlow pulls up a deckchair and sits at the head of the circle that has formed around the suitcase. She begins talking with my mum and my other sisters and as they're all chatting away I notice Warlow watching me.

He does not say a word - nor do I; but his smile is infectious.

[killerbananas]

I've read that somewhere before..... *thinks*

And the title of this thread gave me a funny little mental image akin to I Dream Of Jeannie (You should try that, unwinding_fantasy! XD )

[sanderella59]

I think Ant would make a better Major Nelson. He's got the blue uniform already XD

[Marie-Cris]

I doubt it; the only place I have it is on my pen-names LJ and I've never told anyone what it is.

I can't believe some of that dream came true - in a way.

[unwinding_fantasy]

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I think Ant would make a better Major Nelson. He's got the blue uniform already [img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c109/Marie-Cris/smilies/i26.photobucket.com/albums/c109/Marie-Cris/smilies/XD.gif"].gif

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Agreed.



XD