mspixieears’s dream blog

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.

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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.

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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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dream, Tue 17/11/09

Quite some convoluted dreaming. Let's see how I go with getting them down.

Again, on some sort of school or family-type camp. I think we're in the Philippines. I'm spending a few days some family friends for some sort of special occasion - I can't remember which exactly.

The next part of the special occasion requires myself and my brother to fly to Auckland to take part in some video game-inspired tournament. We can't go, as we can't afford to. Also, I'm looking after my family friends' siblings as they are too lazy to. I have to pack up my room at camp, as well as theirs and we all have to be out by 5pm. I also have to pack up my mother's room. I'm stressed.

They fly off to New Zealand and I feel very lonely. So lonely that I want to spend time with my mother but she has to go to work. I begin to wander around the Philippines and go to some shopping centre. I'm sifting through comics and Peanuts stickers when I stumble across a class for children. They are doing some sort of improv/theatre workshop. I see 'Oulipo' mentioned and jot down the title of the book they are working from which is translated from Italian. The teacher invites me to talk about Oulipo.

They peer at my legs and bind them and ask me to pirouette. I tell them that my legs do not have hair because I felt it kinder to those who might see them, in the heat of the Australian sun.

I suddenly found myself in my old village. There were lots of bars. I went to one and ordered a pint of Carlton Draught and the bartender said it was the last one left. I didn't want to drink the last one, so I told him I'd be back when I had money and would order something else. I thought about calling @casus_belli to see if he fancied an impromptu drunkard session.

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Then all of a sudden, I was dining and drinking with @rperdio and @tristankenney. Ryan took us to some swanky joints and I found myself at a table with my old schoolmates - Evan, Damien, Frank, Steven M. Someone was marrying Jane and they were cutting glass bowls to steal. I disapproved but drank my gorgeous alcoholic drink.

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dream, Mon 16/11/09

Two dreams this morning.

At first, I was in a mansion. There were some beautiful bathrooms in the mansion. I had left some articles of my clothing in one of the bathrooms, one which was specifically for me.

I returned later and noticed that the toilet and my trousers had faeces smeared on it. It turned out to be my grandmother who had done it - she'd used the toilet carelessly and didn't bother to clean it up. I was furious.

My mother told me to leave the toilet and use her bathroom and that she would clean my toilet for me.

My father rescued a rogue rabbit. It was a little more violent than the other rabbits we had. My mother made my father get rid of it and I cried, even though I was an adult. She put it in a cloth bag and when I shook out the bag, two rabbit embryos popped out. I told myself I wouldn't forgive my mother for turfing out a pet just because it was 'difficult'.

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I was at a library, and apparently it was part of RMIT. I went and asked the librarian for specific books and he told me I couldn't get them. He gave me alternative ones instead, by John Keats, and Fanny Brawne. They were tiny. Then they told me that I couldn't borrow them. I tried to hide them behind some books.

I was having a lot of trouble finding a decent spot to hide them in, and then Will Smith busted me and started filming me.

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dream, Sun 15/11/09

A bit of insomnia and general interrupted sleep means I haven't been remembering my dreams as much of late. In fact, some nights it's like I haven't dreamt at all (science tells me this is unlikely? will have to look into that more).

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Because I took a nap this afternoon, I've largely forgotten my dream.

What I do remember is that for some reason, @joshsharp and I were having a conversation, probably involving @tristankenney. I can't remember what the specifics of the conversation were, but it seemed that it was largely about him, given that we both know him.

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dream, Wed 11/11/09

My friend mattJames is having a party for his birthday. Lots of EMSians are there. I think we're on the grounds of my old high school but it looks different, and much more spacious.

No one is talking to mJ. We wait for food to be served. There are mountains of noodles. Then burgers. I wait for sandwiches with ham in them, and also take some prosciutto.

Rob is there, even though at the moment he's overseas. He looks Indian, and very tanned. Him and Ris are no longer in France, but on some Pacific island and he hates it. She loves it. For some reason, they can't be in France. I suggest they go to French-speaking Switzerland, but still study in France. It's too expensive. Rob is paying the bill for a whole bunch of us. We try to stop him.

Suddenly, we're under a table, except that the tabletop is a large tapestry. People keep nearly pricking me in the head with their needles. My old schoolmate Michael D is there. We're talking under the table. I tell him I found an old letter of his. He says not to throw it away so I can show him.

On the tapestry, we all have symbols to represent us, or patches. People start sewing them together. For some reason, this is bad news and apparently I am either evil, or chosen. But then when they start sewing it to others' patches, it also means those people are evil too. I am able to sneak out from under the tapestry table. An old wizened man is playing with some magical cards on the table. He can't see me or I'm dead.

I start to leave the party. I go to get my bike helmet but my brother snatches me into his car and we forget my bike. I tell him I'll need it later. We drive down what looks like Swanston St. Police follow us after doing a U-turn. I thought they were after us.

My brother drops me off and then I have to accompany a woman who looks as beat-up as Eileen Wuornos. Except that she's gentle, and compassionate. She makes us stop to give money to some people and I give some loose change to the guy whose can is least full.

We then go to Myer for some guitar thing she really wants to listen to. Apparently some magical people are after me and will be able to tell that I am the person they are looking for by how well I play the piano. A whole bunch of us are made to play keyboards. I play badly, and am not found out.The piano is made of cake so what I'm really doing is grabbing fistfuls of cake and making a mess.

The magical police stop by me and have no idea I am who they are looking for. For some odd reason, I tell them and they cuff me.

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