Through Gucci time travel.

Let me explain. When I was physically a child, I was listening to Debbie Harry on the radio. The same song that was in the Gucci ad with the golden women. I was also eating mashed up Weetabix and reading the lingerie section in a catalogue. For some reason I found a lady wearing a brown bra quite nauseating. It reminded me of my Weetabix and listening to that song...I lost my ability to eat soggy Weetabix for years...and always found that song distasteful.

When I saw the Gucci advert I understood why. With images of golden/brown attired women, the same song and the swirly sucking time vortex that Lynch had set up in the ad...I saw that he had connected to my past self. The nausea of time travel had put me off my Weetabix.

I'm serious.

Excellent post, albie.

I think you should create a thread and tell us all about every one of your Lynch dreams.

I'm serious.

"Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee. Like this."  -Dale Cooper

But I am actually serious about this. It is a stretch of the imagination...but I'm sure Lynch himself would see the truth of it.

Unless he read my mind and fashioned the advert from my childhood disgust at brown bras?

Is there a link between Gucci and Weetabix? 

"Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee. Like this."  -Dale Cooper

I think the psychological term is trauma related classical conditioning.   

Being raped by her father put Laura Palmer off her cornflakes.

Cornflakes. Garmunbozia. Creamed corn. Sloppy Weetabix.

It starts to make sense.

Bob. Robigus. 

 Roman mythology, Robigus ("wheat rust" or "mildew") was a fertility god who protected crops against diseases. He was worshipped alongside his sister Robigo for over 1700 years. His festival was the Robigalia on April 25. Worshipers would make offerings that were coloured red, such as red wine or the sacrifice of red dogs, as this is the colour of wheat rust.

Robigus (often associated with his/her sister Robiga ) was the god of the cereal cultures and the frost. Its worship was supposed to save the fields of the corn-cockle (disease of rust).

The Romans celebrated this god on April 25th at the time of the Robigalia during which one proceeded to the sacrifice of a dog (in connection with the Constellation of the dog) or of a fawn-coloured animal of color to save the fields of Blé.

ABout the Debbis Harry Weetabix thing? I was put off my Weetabix exactly as I described and the Gucci advert contained so many similarities...the rest is my imagination or esoteric fact (depending on how loose your sense of reality is).

The rest is fact. Corn. Robigus. Blood. It fits. Choose to give the theory your time or not.

I think Lynch would love to hear all this. I think he'd choose to give it his time. If that means anything.