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dream, Mon 6/7/09

On some band camp type of thing. I tried to find a room with a bed but they were all taken. This was a bit upsetting. I sat down at a table and a family friend had a glass of red wine. I looked at my watch and said "9am is a bit early for a glass of wine, isn't it?". But even the teachers didn't seem to mind.

I lost my bags - one was my old Peanuts lunchbox (which I still own!) and another a fictional pink duffle. I removed my tiger blankie and other quilt from another family friend's bed. A boy came up to me and told me it was nice of me to let the shy Asian girl take a particular bed in a particular room because she wouldn't have survived anywhere else. I shrugged and set up camp in the hall's living room. My bag got lost and my pillow was too hard. My old Grade 6 teacher was there and she knew where my bags were.

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Posted 4 months ago

dream, Sat 11/4/09

I was in a psychiatric ward. I was going to be there for a while, so I'd brought a lot of my belongings with me. They'd replaced all the psych nurses with washed-out teachers who wanted to go into something different.

I'd just settled into my room and someone told me someone more unwell than me had to move into my room so I was to move my belongings to another room. Unnaturally, for me, I'd become extremely upset and angry, and threatened to lodge a complaint: how was I supposed to get better if they kept shifting me from room to room? They had apparently done this on my last two hospitalisations.

I sat on the stairwell and began to cry. Someone I recognised from high school tried to call me over to comfort me. I refused to see her, as I was ashamed to be so distressed. My father arrived, but I'd fallen asleep on the stairwell. He waited for me outside, and fell asleep on a bench with a newspaper. I went to join him when I woke up. He was still sleeping, so rather than disturb him, I read the paper.

The hospital was outside near my old university, on Royal Parade, to be precise. I somehow got my bike and rode around the neighbourhood - it looked like an alternate version of Parkville. For some reason, I had to leave some of my belongings on a tram, the #19. I watched it go past, knowing my book and DVD collection was on it.

My brother and father helped me pack my belongings so I could move room. For some reason there was five times the amount of things than when I'd been initially hospitalised. Nearby, we ducked into an electrical appliance shop to fix a torch. I put the batteries in carefully as my father and brother were not patient enough to put them in.

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Posted 7 months ago