mspixieears’s dream blog

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, Mon 9/11/09

I was at some weird version of uni. My high school friends Cathy and Sue-Ann were there. We went to this new cupcake place, except they weren't really cupcakes but more large, soft tarts. I had two flower-flavoured ones - a lily one and something else, like mimosa.

We were all sitting on the cold marble floor in the eatery. I couldn't find my bag and books. Later, Sue-Ann and Cathy left, on bikes. Cathy's seat was too low.

I went back to the cupcake place by myself and there was a flute and viola da gamba recital on. I saw my parents in the audience, and another classmate Andrea. She was wandering around talking to people but I was too shy to do so. I got two hot chocolate drinks - the second for free because I told them they'd never given me my first one, but it appeared in my hand as soon as I went to the counter to tell them I'd been waiting for twenty minutes.

I then got a letter about postgrad study at Melbourne University. I had an appointment to see someone there. I turned up, in a burgundy skirt, a white blouse and a tie, which a woollen pullover. My hair was long and thick again. My friend David H told me to put down my hair as the interviewers would like it better.

I found my way to a building, apparently the postgrad building. Two lecturers were arguing and looked like they might get into a fist fight on a stairwell in the building.

I found where I was supposed to be and met other interviewees. They were nice, funny and into science or commerce. They kept getting awards there and then. One of them asked me for my name and address and for some reason, I put my name down as 'Pusspusskin'. Apparently I was going to stun the judges in my interview by saying my gimmick was to relate structuralism and naturalism to everyday life.

The interviews were finished and I was found a bed in the postgrad building. I woke up and went to go to the bathroom there but there was a cute Japanese girl camped out, watching a telly. I was too stumped to say anything to her in Japanese but I wanted to say 'sumimasen'.

I managed to shut the door and went with my fellow interviewees to buy some coloured water.

* * *

My mother and auntie turned up in the temporary bedroom I'd been set up in. My auntie had left my uncle and had gone mad. I could tell by the postcards she sent me.

* * *

Somewhere else, different dream. I am with people I don't recognise. Snakes keep getting into the house we're in. They keep biting people and penetrating bodies and turning them into statues. The statues keep shattering.

I try to drive away from this. An Indian girl is getting married and apparently I have to wear a sari. She has sex with the best man. Her groom has sex with another man in the bridal party. A camel licks the groom on his privates and gets rid of his body hair this way.

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How on earth did I forget to put in the weirdest bit? My teacher Miss Macri (from Grade 4, quite the bullying bitch in real life just because she couldn't spell) made me sing The Magic Flute to my class. Not all of it, but most of it. I had to roll some wheels up and down a long, thick log as I did this. It was extremely difficult.

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dream, Thu 5/11/09

What a convoluted dream.

I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.

My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.

After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.

Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.

We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.

Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.

He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.

He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.

I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.

I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.

I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.

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dream, Thu 17/9/09

My parents and I were invited to some Russian conference-dinner event. Not realising it started with a film, we got there late. I went downstairs to get a free gift, then proceeded to the cinema, where there were many Eastern Europeans present. I was disappointed that the film had started as I hate (in real life) not seeing films from the beginning, if they are for serious consumption.

The cinema was old-fashioned. At first, I sat alone as I could not find my mother. Then eventually I was called over to the back where my mother was sitting with my old schoolmate CJ and our family friend Auntie Jo. CJ was all annoyed that I didn't choose to sit next to her, so I decided I'd much rather sit alone again.

I went to the opposite side of the cinema and my first love was there. His girlfriend at the time, my classmate S was there, a few seats away from him. They were arguing. I tried to pay attention to the film and C began to tease me. Deep down, I liked it, but wanted to pay attention to rest of the film, so I huffed off - again.

This time I went to the weird front rows of the cinema where it was standing-room only and there were Filipinos (I'm part Filipino) standing in troughs of water, instructed to jump up and down in it at selected times in the film. I was too short for the troughs.

We were then led to dinner in rooms. The grown-ups were in one room (Filipino families I'd grown up with in Australia) and their children in the other. I looked to join them.

It is at this point that the dream becomes some sort of weird horror film, set in Russia. A few of us exited this building we were in and I saw two people covering Casiotone For The Painfully Alone's song 'Hot Boys'. It was some sort of street concert. The street was lightly flooded. I began to run.

The dream then cut to a story where a group of females had just been sacked from a doctor's surgery. There was one person left working and a mechanised force was deployed to remove these girls. They were told they were not allowed to open any of the doors in their now former workplace - except one. One of the girls (this girl was now who I became) opened the door and saw a blonde female doctor sitting at her desk. She then picked up a violin and began to play. Her young girl patient then escaped and began to roam the streets, shredding up people in her way with her long, mechanical arms that sort of burst out of her body every now and then.

In fact, she skinned and partially stripped others' bodies of their organs in order to 'house' herself in them, use them as a host. Eventually, I was one of three such persons she did this to (as my real self, not the other 'girl') and I remember thinking "this isn't supposed to happen to me, the hero never gets killed".

Some sort of killing spree continued till I woke up.

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dream, Fri 29/5/09

(I haven't been sleeping well so seem to be dreaming more again.)

A whole bunch of people I know and myself are in a field, playing some weird version of football. My brother is there, and I explain to him why I don't really like spending time with him. I tell him that I was annoyed he didn't visit or call while I was in hospital, and feel that once his wife got what she wanted out of me (as a bridesmaid), she forgot all about me. He explains to me that he didn't want to deal with anything unhappy straight after he got married. I reply to him that he cannot expect to ever be forgiven.

* * *

We're in the Philippines and I go to a house. Outside the house a whole bunch of EMSians are crying because ES's mother is dying and apparently she is well-loved by the EMS community. MD stops me and asks me why I am here. I tell him a friend of mine is dying - s/he won't yet die and this person has yet to find out, but they are dying. For some reason I know before them.

I am walking along the dirt/gravel road and SB and SM are there, in school uniform. I go up to SB and say, don't you recognise me? He does, but he pretends I have him confused with someone else he knows. I shrug and continue to walk along the road, alone.

* * *

I just remembered another amazing fragment - RI had this bag full of Tom Paine books - for some reason Common Sense was available in several large tomes. He was on his way to the library to photocopy them all as he'd borrowed them from the library. I thought he was insane to be photocopying so much.

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dream, Sun 24/5/09

This dream contains sexual concepts that some may find distressing or offensive. Kindly stop reading if you think this may apply to you.

(It's quite amusing - I was just talking to one of my best friends last night about how my dreams have ceased to be sexual and then I have this one. Curiouser and curiouser...)

My brother and I were children (I perhaps eight, my brother about five - coincidentally the exact ages we were when we arrived in Australia from England) and we were with our father. We were in some dystopic setting, sort of underground - to be honest, it reminds me of the awesome train system in World of Warcraft. All the trains/carriages were full and it was for some reason essential to our survival that we get on one otherwise we would freeze to death. Time was running out. Eventually, we found one - it seemed to be disconnected from all other carriages and it was at a dead-end. We were about to get into it when we discovered that it was full of half-rotting prisoners. I couldn't bear the smell and my father was very stern that for survival we would have to. I insisted I couldn't, whereas my brother instantly jumped into the carriage.

It felt like some of them moved as if stirring from a very deep sleep. My father dragged out one of the prisoners and we both began to lay next to him. Unfortunately, he began to actually wake up - he wasn't dying. My father hopped into the carriage and told me to lie next to the prisoner. We were in trouble if this prisoner woke up. The carriage was open from the back and my father began to shout instructions to me. I was really confused as to why he wanted me to do what he told me to do.

My father told me to open the man's trousers. Still confused, I obeyed but struggled. The prisoner helped me. I recall quite vividly - he wore navy jean-like trousers, and the zipper and button at top were brass. The prisoner gently took out his erect member from his underwear. My father told me to put my fingers around it and stroke it. It was massive and again, I did as I was told but the pressure I put on it was too gentle. I stroked up and down the member and the prisoner told me to do it faster. My small hand struggled with this and the prisoner put his hand over mine, as if to show me, and we continued to stroke together.

I had no idea why anyone would do this - I'd seen my brother's member and it didn't resemble the prisoner's at all. I didn't understand the difference.

Eventually, the prisoner came, and he turned to his side to do so. I watched his facial expressions and kept asking my father, was he is in pain, was he in pain, why was he in pain. The prisoner finished and zipped up his trousers and explained to me that sometimes when people are really, really happy, it looks like they are in extreme pain. We both slept on our sides.

* * *

The next part of the dream I remember is two Transformers (old-school, none of this new Michael Bay shit) in an alleyway. One was minuscule, the other massive. The minuscule one was begging next to a puddle. The large one then issued a command which effectively made the minuscule one commit suicide - by going face-down into the puddle. I heard the noise of electricity and water clashing. I didn't understand why the large one would do this - they were both Autobots. I watched in horror as the Autobot badge of the large one changed into that of a Deceptacon! He laughed the laugh of the comically evil.

* * *

Then I'm fully grown and with a girl who I used to know all throughout primary and high schools, till we fell out due to her big sister's wedding. We were going shopping in this amazing underground (literally, not "underground" as in exclusive) market. I'd got into a shop and found a hideous belt. She sat nearby and we spoke to a man from Mauritius - I spoke to him in French. I found this beautiful but tacky fingerless glove/sleeve thing - it was made of stocking material and fluoro pink and black with a bit of lace trim. It was perfect for covering my scarred left arm! It even showed off a nice tattoo I had on my forearm (that which I do not have in real life).

She got angry and decided to leave without me. As she had my bag, I couldn't pay and so I left without this glove/sleeve. I got lost in the rabbit tunnels of the underground market till eventually I came across people from EMS having some weird version of Monday pub night. JW was there and was uncharacteristically nasty to me. There were several familiar faces and we ended up going back to some place to sleep. We were all paired up differently - as if our romantic partners in real life had been shuffled so we got someone else's partner. I was too dizzy to sleep.

* * *

I was at some cafe and an old schoolmate walked in. I told him Bjork was covering Radiohead's "Everything In Its Right Place" and was shocked I'd never heard the cover before.

* * *

Again, some amazing fantasy setting - a little similar to the grandeur of places in the third Lord of the Rings film. I was tall, stately, and dressed in ivory and apparently king (yes, I retained my female features but in this world was male) of this place. As I walked through, people would come up to me and link arms with me for a stroll and I welcomed them to do so. I wanted to be approachable to all. A woman came up to me, dressed in black and her bodice was jewelled black - it looked stunning. She asked me questions - hard ones, such as in all the kingdom, what would I choose as most important to keep? We walked for a while, arms linked and I told her I would like nothing more than to spend time talking and eating with my partner (who was female, and known to be female despite donning similar attire to my male-female self). She said that was a good answer. An old musty-smelling Jewish man then walked by my left side with me and sang a song. I did not know what the song was about but found it immensely comforting.

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