mspixieears’s dream blog

dream #2, Sat 28/11/09

Real life background: my partner woke me up and left my house to do a few errands. I fell asleep while he was gone and my dream was a continuation of what I would have been doing plus the added surrealism of dreams.

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dream #2, Fri 27/11/09

Continuation of dream, but at this point, it's no longer related to previous dream and because I was blogging at an external computer (madly, I might add, so I wouldn't forget my dream), I couldn't type up the whole thing.

(Here's the first part of the dream)

After trying to stand up for Stu, a girl of about eleven called me into her house. I knew that this was going to be sort of dangerous, because her family was rich and they thought of people like me as trash. With trepidation, I followed her in. She told me I could go into parts that no one but family was allowed in. I felt like an intruding babysitter. She had a younger brother and he was playing with his toys. All of a sudden, her mother called. Panic. I hid in their workshop. As if the mother were psychic, she came and sought me out and leant down to see me hiding under a wooden workbench. She wasn't mad at either me or her daughter, and I was glad.

Then all of a sudden, I was on some sort of school camp. I was watching a comedy show - the comedians were famous, and on the stage they played theatre sport type games. I was on a seat, like a trapeze swing, with a wooden plank to sit on and couldn't see the show properly. I swung it to see while my companions sat on theirs with no trouble.

I was part of some special ops team, and there was a beautiful, blond-haired man in my team. There was a growing attraction between us, even though I was aware that I had a partner already. Despite this, our attraction grew.

At one stage, I was adamant to prove how tough I was. As a BSG Starbuck-lookalike watched on, the blond man pressed a knife into my flesh, just above my knee (not far from where I have a scar in real life). He pressed, harder and harder, and pleaded with me to give in so he could stop. I would not let him stop. I began to fade. I said to him "I'm starting to feel faint..." Again, he begged me to make him stop. I wouldn't.

Eventually, he had to take me to our black special ops van and give me first aid. As he bandaged my leg, our faces stooped to kiss. The attraction was electric but I told him I could not: I had someone I loved already.

Bandaged up, I enjoyed the rest of the visit to this location. My high school French teacher Mrs Gorey was there. The blond man was aroused when I spoke to her entirely in French. She went to the door and smoked and we spoke more French. She did not smoke in real life.

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dream #1, Fri 27/11/09

Having a lot of trouble in the sleep department, sigh.

First dream inspired by Twitter. Dear god.

Real life background: a friend posted on Twitter that she was annoyed about not being invited to some function I was supposedly at. This bothered me, as I would never not invite someone unintentionally and I was pretty sure she was out of town at the time, or unable to attend.

Dream: She began to send me abusive e-mails and direct messages, so I had to block her. I called her ex-boyfriend with whom I am friends, and he was pretty shocked. We agreed to meet up at a pub and have a drink.

I was driving in some imaginary part of Melbourne and parked on an unfamiliar street. There were people hanging outside, but they were friendly and not threatening. I walked to a pub I'd never been to. There were beautiful women purring in gorgeous foreign accents, and they told me to leave after my one drink. Feeling deflated, I began to leave, and saw my workmate Stu there. I couldn't believe we had bumped into each other. He was very drunk and vague.

I left and a family friend picked me up by car. He was driving the wrong way to my car, and I told him so, and he turned around and drove me to my car.

I was staying at some strange place. It reminded me of the old Olympic Village houses in Heidelberg. Stu was in the frontyard, with smashed longnecks of VB beer. A man was yelling at him to go away and I stepped in to defend him.

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dream, Thu 26/11/09

Please do not read the following if you are easily offended, it contains some graphic description of bodily functions.

I only remembered a snippet of my dreams today. I didn't take my night meds last night.

I was continually wiping my bottom after having done a poo. I had to keep wiping repeatedly, but it wasn't because I was cleaning up faecal matter, but some kind of mucus that was leaking out of my bottom (to be honest, the kind of mucus that is common if you have irritable bowel syndrome). It was disconcerting, more than disgusting.

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dream, Tue 24/11/09

My dreams are getting more convoluted. This could mean something...

There was some kind of party at my house which was stripped - of furniture, wires, pictures hanging on the wall. In some parts of the house, the walls were completely knocked out. The party was for me, but my brother invited a whole bunch of his friends who turned out to be really nice. Everybody got very drunk. People wrote on the shorts I was wearing, and I didn't even realise. Every now and then I would be jokingly chased by a boy and run towards my partner to save me. There was a food fight in one part of the house. I saw what looked like cheese and chickpeas in a puddle and even against my better judgement, put a finger in the dip to taste it, even though it was a hot day.

We were all wild. We hung off exposed beams and ripped wires out of the walls. My father was pretty mad. He said everyone was so polite, till they got drunk.

My brother tried to come into my skeleton of a room. All my things were packed up into Victorian furniture. I pulled my laptop out. I told him to get out. He wouldn't listen, so I started to bludgeon him with a vintage mirror. Eventually, he left.

* * *

This gave way to some sort of ancient Greek mythological setting. I was watching a wall, overgrown with ivy and other things. It would shift and change, as if to 'refresh' itself, in panels.

There were two Greek gods, a female and male. The female told the male to be still so she could go into his body to heal him in a certain place. Later on, she had a child. I was that child, and grew up to be beautiful. I had a purpose to serve. Once I served my purpose, three other gods bludgeoned me to death and my mother was furious. I consumed BPAL imps - literally, glass and all. I was able to chew on them. I was worried that eating them meant I wasn't getting to sample them.

* * *

In another setting, this time with my parents and some other people. We are on some sort of camp, and it's set in the outback on a hill. I meet a boy, whose parents snub me. I offer to shake their hands but they start to make fun of me, and my apparent high-falutin ways, even though I am just trying to be friendly. The boy is so embarrassed. I start screaming at my mother, and telling her why I prefer to talk to my father over her. We all hop on a weird train, and the boy follows me.

I turn into a beautiful girl, with fair skin, blonde hair and large blue eyes. He falls in love with me and sets fire to a man who looks like Craig McLachlan in order to win my love. I am distraught. He tries to carry the charred body away for me. He is hospitalised, and I can't even visit him or touch him because he is so burnt. I am disgusted.

Girls dive into a green pool to fundraise, for what I'm not sure. The boy's parents drive into a hazard but no one misses them because they are so horrible and right-wing.

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dream part 2, Mon 23/11/09

While I was showering and getting ready for bed, I remembered some more things about my dream.

My friend Felix had come back from his holidays and was crouching on one of those things you usually use to house ornaments in a house, in the living room. He wasn't saying anything. I kept trying to talk to him, but it was like he was a statue. I told him I felt bad that I did not read his blog.

Then, another snippet: I was online and buying some coloured, flavoured lipbalms that were going to be discontinued. One was named after Neil Gaiman, but because they couldn't use his name they made it "Neil Gaimoom". It was pretty funny.

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dream, Mon 23/11/09

I think some of this dream is a result of reading Stephen King's short story in The New Yorker from two weeks ago. It's about a couple and their pet dog.

At first, I dreamt that my family got a small dog. He looked like a Dachshund and had sleek, glossy chestnut brown fur. I was angry because although my father had always wanted a pet dog, he wasn't going to take the time to walk him. I started to schedule times when I could take the dog for regular walks.

Then, I was in high school again. I was late to my class, but was the only one there. My father was the teacher. I asked Dad why he was our substitute teacher. He didn't really explain. Eventually, more people turned up but not before I had a chance to get some chocolate snacks - Kit Kats, Wagon Wheels and something else I really like in real life.

When I snuck out of class again to help someone, someone stole my chocolates. I was pretty annoyed. My friend Sean was there. I think my classmate Shauna was the one who stole my chocolates, though she would not admit to doing so.

After class, Dad waited in the car for me as I had more classes. He didn't want me to ride home on my bike. I started to feel sick and fluey. Later on, Dad explained that he had put his name down for something to volunteer as part of mental health and disability within the community, that was how he was called to be my substitute teacher.

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dream, Sun 22/11/09

I can't remember my dream fully but there was a counter or bakery of some sort that had lots of different kinds of pastries. I was after some sweet ones but they largely had cheese and pizza-type scrolls and mini-pizzas. They all looked delicious.

This dream was a big adventure dream, but because I didn't write it down as soon as I woke up, I forgot a big portion of it, alas.

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dream, Thu 19/11/09

It's funny: just heard on the radio yesterday that this particular ex is doing a poetry reading, and then I dreamt about him.

We were in some strange place, that sort of reminded me of high school, but wasn't really. I saw my old ex and we started seeing one another again. It was different this time. I cared a lot less about how he acted as a partner.

I didn't hear from him for a few days. I didn't mind. @rob_caporetto offered to look him up online and find out what he was doing. I said, don't, I don't want people to see you looking him up. He said he could do it in a way that no one would know.

He looked him up, and without my permission, went up to my ex and told him he was treating me badly and should be ashamed of himself and that I didn't deserve to be treated in such a fashion.

My ex approached me after a few days when we were in the same room. I nodded at him casually, not wanting to disturb him. He told me what happened and I was furious. He started cuddling another girl. I didn't mind. When he saw that I didn't care, he desperately tried to get my attention again, and tried to get me to care. I told him it was probably best things were over.

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dream, Wed 18/11/09

Silly life. Getting in the way and me not being able to jot down my dreams!

I remembered some crucial bits to my dream before this one, then of course forgot them. This day's dream I can only remember one part of.

I had an abnormally large forehead, and it was covered in wispy hair. Someone had covered my forehead in shaving foam and was getting ready to shave it completely clean.

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