mspixieears’s dream blog

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, 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, 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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dream, Sun 21/6/09

(It's funny, I didn't think I remembered my dream today, and then my mother came home and as soon as I saw her, some of it came back to me.)

Mum wanted to take me to the Philippines on a holiday. I said that while I didn't mind going, I hated that I had no freedom and wasn't allowed to go out and roam.

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Myself and my mother were at an old family friend's. Mum was making all sorts of wonderful things in the oven of her friend's whereas our family friend was making greasy, dry things. This family friend lives a few streets away from my Australian parental home and there were a few of us occupying the bedrooms.

Things then moved to a classroom. My old high school. We were in our year 9 classrooms but for some reason had to be moved up to our year 10 ones early. There was much confusion. Lately, this seems to be a recurring dream of mine, where despite having completed a university degree, I'm made to go back and do my final high school year and I somehow know that I'm going to fail all my final exams and am trying to find a way to break it to my parents gently.

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dream, Sat 13/6/09

My brother and his wife are getting a new house in some fictional new estate that is further north out of Melbourne than where I currently live. The houses there are made of grey stone - similar to cobblestones but more grey. They say that their initial house was built, people squatted in it and then found out that it wasn't built to their specific instructions, so it got torn down.

For some reason the area reminds me slightly of Stonehenge.

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A man is standing outside a restaurant he works at, enticing people to come in. Every so often, he shouts witty but nasty things. The street he's in reminds me of the street Black Books is set in. Someone goes up to him and suggests he uses Twitter. He thinks the suggestion ridiculous. The person feels slighted and I tell them not to take it personally because I've conversed with him and he's been rude to me afterwards.

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Weirdly, I'm in some sort of department store like Myer and shopping for American Crew hair products. Or Stila (who don't even make haircare). We're wandering in this large, tacky place and at one counter I see a couple of brothers that look like Z and S. I cannot stop staring at them, even though it is not them. They even have the same names.

We have this grandmother-like person in tow and apparently she has cancer - this means that every so often she throws up and soils herself. She is very offensive to her beautiful daughter, who looks like a film star.

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Stuck in some kind of fairytale land - we were apparently reliving Margaret Atwood's version of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, so as you can imagine, it had some fantastic feminist slant to it. There was a beautiful forest and at one stage I looked up in the sky and saw Tetris blocks forming and falling.

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dream digest, Sat 23/5/09

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.

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