A Synth Dream

Chang sent the following in on the AH list. I've posted Synth Dreams in the past and figured this one was worth a post.

"My dream the other night...

I went to a music shop and bought two new synths. One was called the JP6 by Roland but was not a Jupiter 6. It was built almost like a taller, narrower Korg MS-10 or MS-20, with avery colorful front panel.

The other synth was kind of like a Nord MicroMOdular only when programmed it produced these gorgeous, analog drenched sounds and arpeggios. I and my abovementioned companion marveled at the sounds before the ladder sex. Then at some point later in the dream the guy from the store stole the synth back and I woke up pissed.

I have often dreamt of weird sex. I am only human.

I have never dreamt of synths. I am a geek now. Synths & sex? That's reallly weird."


Someone of course wanted to the know the details. Consider yourself warned... There is no synth content beyond this point, so if you are sensitive towards this stuff, move on...

"YOu ased you sick bastid:

Last night's dream has stuck in my head all day.

I can't figure out which part was the weirdest.

After the cut, there is sexy dreamy nonsense. You have been warned.

So the first weird bit was me having sex with the mother of an old high school friend. Only it was not the actual mother, but some sort of composite. And it began on a ladder. Yeah. When we actually, bedded, I tore away her turtleneck sweater to reveal a large surgical scar down the center of her chest and something written on her abdomen which I cannot remember. At some point earlier in the dream she had told me she had recently recovered from cancer. As we had the dream sex, she moaned, "THE CURE!!! THE CURE!!! THE CURE!!!" which neither took to mean sex with me was a cure for cancer (studies are inconclusive) and not an endoresment for Robert Smith and co."

Now this is a crazy synth dream...