Lovatron TT Mix #1 – by Lovecraft65
Today’s exclusive mix for Titty Tuesday # 174 is by Robert Mcmahon of Glasgow, Scotland, aka lovecraft65. I discovered his amazing musical taste on Soundcloud and have lost a bit of sleep over his mixes because once I pressed play, I quickly realized I wanted to continue digging through more. There were so many bands I hadn’t heard of- both new and old. Robert has impeccable taste.
Because this post is a bit creepier than usual, I suppose it’s an opportune time to share a creepy dream with you as well. If that’s not your cup of tea, you may not want to read further…but it’s not so bad. All of my dreams have light at the end.
I dreamt that I lived alone in a tidy, cozy home in a typical suburban neighborhood. The carpet and walls were white and the furniture was minimal. I was watching the evening news; there were reports that a serial killer was on the loose in my neighborhood and to take extra precautions. As I watched several of the reports, I realized that I knew who the serial killer was. He was my friend and the lead singer of an Indie band (in real life). I don’t want to share which band because he was really upset that I told him about the dream in the first place.
After I realized who it was, I knew that he was coming for me next. I felt very calm, very peaceful. I made a nice meal for myself and put on a movie to kill the time while I waited for him to come.
Then I heard a knock on my door. Standing there was my friend holding a nail gun. I let him in and asked him if he was hungry. He said that he was, so we both sat side by side in recliner chairs and ate together. He seemed nervous and I could tell that he felt a terrible so I reassured him that it was okay and that I knew he was going to kill me. I didn’t want him to stress but I told him he had to finish the meal and the movie with me first. We did.
When it was time, I grabbed a towel and laid it on the carpet before him. In the event of excrement upon death, I didn’t want to ruin my white carpet (fortunately, that never happened). I removed my clothes and folded them in a pile beside me. Then I kneeled and faced him. He stood and aimed his nail gun toward my forehead about two arm-lengths away. He shot straight at me but missed. I felt the wind from the nail as it flew to the right of my ear.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s ok. Try again.”
He shot again. Same result.
Bewildered he said, “I never miss. I always kill with the first hit. Again, I’m really sorry.”
“Third time is a charm,” I said through a weak smile, because now I was feeling a bit nervous and I wasn’t sure if when he finally did stick it, if it would be painful. I leaned to the right just a bit because I wanted to die “pretty.” This meant that I would die by falling to my side rather than my body contorting by falling backward or the nail pushing further into my forehead by falling forward.
“This is it,” I said.
This time I knew that he wouldn’t miss. He shot the nail and it went straight into my forehead, killing me. But to my surprise, I felt no pain. In fact, I wasn’t completely sure that I was dead. I floated above my soulless body and watched my anxious friend as he cleaned up and left my house.
The police came. The detectives came. Then my friends, neighbors and news reporters crowded around my house restricted by the police tape. I shouted out “HEY” to them but nobody heard me. I still didn’t feel dead. I felt free. It was fun floating around. I knew that I could probably go somewhere else if I wanted to. But I started to feel sad that I couldn’t speak to my friends and that they couldn’t hear me or see me. I wanted to reassure them that I was still alive. I knew my body was dead but I wasn’t dead at all. I was just somewhere else.
Lyrics by Colin Newman
I feel icy
I feel cold
I feel old
Is there something there behind me?
I feel empty
I feel dark
I am mesmerised
By my own beat
Like a heartbeat
In it’s own beat
Like a heartbeat.