I've forgotten one dream since I last wrote here. Let's see how well I do at recalling the last three days' dreams.
Sat 23/5/09
In some amazing house that had four wings (not the flight kind!). Some Filipino family friends were invited around and they proceeded to leave a mess everywhere - I recall most keenly that there was mud and fried chicken remains ground into the floor. There were food bowls (or trays, rather) for cats. Apparently, 2-4 cats would decide our modern mansion was their home and eat from them.
There were water bowls next to them and they had orange blobs floating, not unlike fish roe. They would jump out of the bowl and explode, leaving orange goo-mess on the floor.
Another part of the house: we were fiddling with the blinds and curtains. In another room, I drew the curtains to shield an old Nintendo and TV from the sun. There were Rumpole books around and I knew these belonged to my father.
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Another dream, same night. My obese friend-bully in high school was humiliating me again. We had to do some dance for school. Some band musicians played music, and all of a sudden we were on a float and they were outside, running along. As they ran along, other regular people would pick up their instruments and jam with them. I was talking with my brother about a week-long debutante and felt it unfair that the men could wear the same suit the whole way through whereas the females had to change dresses - one new one for daytime, one new one for the evening.
Previous to this, my brother and father and I were in a house and I was threatening to kill myself because both were driving me insane in that I could not be my true self whenever they were in the same room, which was all the time. I could not even sleep alone. I was so angered by their presence and felt quite homicidal towards my brother, but eventually began dangling myself on a balcony.
Fri 22/5/09
I was an onlooker - some sort of medieval fairytale setting. There was a beautiful woman - sometimes I was her, sometimes not. Our army had captured this stunning centaur and tied up all his legs. The beautiful woman wanted to have sex with this creature. I was then watching our army wade through icy water - how it managed not to freeze them, I don't know. Somehow the troops floated despite donning light metal armour. Then we were at some sort of castle and things became bloody as people were slaughtered - of course the beautiful women were not slain.
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In some strange open sort of room with a gorgeous indie comic artist who was apparently famous and regaling all on stories of her fame. These extremely attractive men would come and entertain this girl (who was me, but not really me) who was planning to go on a trip to explore the life of the indie comic artist. She had newspaper articles and maps.
Thu 21/5/09
There was this amazing lipstick that instead of being solid looked like a spring when wound out of the tube. It had been given some exotic-sounding name similar to "farfalla" (as in the pasta!)
I had another main dream this same night but I am struggling to recall it now.
