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, 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, 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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dreams, Sat 25/4/09 & Sun 26/4/09

Sat 25/4/09

I was driving around in the Philippines, in the village one side of my family is from. I was trying to find parking and was frazzled because I was warned not to get out of my car or people would attack me. The roads were so narrow. Eventually, I did find parking, next to some sort of tractor-type thing. A man was operating it, digging earth. I stepped out of my car. I knew I wasn't supposed to park where I did. As if to prove this point, the ground around me began to bleed lava. I stepped and jumped around gingerly, to avoid being burnt by it.

This next dream contains sexual concepts which some may find distressing. Kindly discontinue reading if you are not comfortable with this.

Sun 26/4/09

In the first 'story' of the dream, I was actually two people - an eleven-year-old girl, and a fourteen-year-old girl. We were these beautiful brown (that is, darker than me) girls of Malay-Asiatic origin). I kept swapping between the two personalities. This muscly Pacific Islander man wanted to sleep with each of us. He eventually managed to sleep with the eleven-year-old me, telling me that he would be gentle (I was still quite small whereas he was fully grown). I was petrified, but he was gentle. We showered together in this insanely modern bathroom that seemed to exist in a more run-down shack-type house that reminded me of my provincial Filipino grandmother's house. There was quite a mess to clean off. Soon, the man slept with fourteen-year-old me, not realising that I was a virgin. We also showered to clean the mess in the same uber-modern bathroom.

Then the second story of the dream began. I was driving up a dirt track, past a giant television implanted into the ground. I passed a tin shack with women screaming. I knew that they were being tortured. A very broad Australian man's voice talked casually over the screaming. I found it highly distressing.

I don't remember how it happened, but after driving over the hill, I found myself part of some American secret army operative in Mexico. They were killing informants who had ceased to be informants and were allowed to return to America. The Mexicans didn't want the informants going back to tell Americans what Mexico was like. I drove around in a jeep (more similar to a Filipino jeepney than an army vehicle) and watched Mexican peasants wailing over people being killed. They thought it was their loved ones in body bags on the sides of the roads but it was really informants. This man in our team accidentally killed one woman in our team - she was the smartest. To save us, she scooped up a bomb and ran as far away as she could from us, sacrificing herself. She went to a building and the bomb blew up. When it detonated, an undiscovered ancient Aztec-type building was revealed.

Our team was then all of a sudden in a house, trapped inside with a lethal snake. One of us caught it and put it into a tube similar to what architecture students carry around with them. This same idiot who accidentally shot the smart woman in our team accidentally let out the snake. A family friend suddenly arrived and tried to vacuum it up. Another member in our team caught it by hand but it bit him and he died instantly, sitting on a desk. Eventually we realised, and found the snake next to him. It was caught again.

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dream, Tue 3/3/09

My family and I were in this large shopping centre-theme park sort of place. It was amazing - it had everything: shops, apartments, restaurants. It was basically a city but covered. We ran around and did various things. There was even a house within this complex. Though the theme park was supposedly in Hong Kong, the multi-storey house was in Britain - Croydon, to be precise, because we went to this house to visit an old family that that known us for decades. They'd known me since I'd been born.

The house had five storeys. It was an old-style mansion, and someone had taken one of the floors and decided it would exclusively look like the British Victorian era. The people there, we all knew one another either from England or Australia. I couldn't believe how well-off my Croydon family contact were. The eldest child was missing. His mother told me he was perverted. I later found out all this meant was he liked to go out and party.

My parents had gone supermarket shopping and bought so many things. I didn't understand why they got things perfectly available in Australia. It had all been weighed and fine to take back home to Australia.

When we exited this Croydon mansion, we apparently drove to this Hong Kong theme park. I had an apartment there. I couldn't find it. I went into a lift with a girl who looked like she might be from Japan. She reprimanded me for speaking so loudly in the lift. The lifts moved flawlessly - so fast and yet not jerky at all. It took us to a car park.

The theme park shut down. The workers disappeared, and the lights went off. I finally found my apartment but it was too late. A girl I once knew watched me running with my family and laughed with her family. We finally got told to go in one of the lifts. A boy had retrieved a book and purse I'd left there. I was grateful. We got into the lifts and they led to the car park, so we could leave. Some people had to sacrifice themselves in order for us to leave, by jumping off a tall ledge.

My former lover N smashed jars of sweets to distract people from seeing us. Somehow we all made it into cars. A friend from a musical society promised me beer at his house. We used the one seatbelt to buckle us both into one seat.

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