Literature is my mistress, music my wife.
I can't remember my dream fully but there was a counter or bakery of some sort that had lots of different kinds of pastries. I was after some sweet ones but they largely had cheese and pizza-type scrolls and mini-pizzas. They all looked delicious.
This dream was a big adventure dream, but because I didn't write it down as soon as I woke up, I forgot a big portion of it, alas.
My friend mattJames is having a party for his birthday. Lots of EMSians are there. I think we're on the grounds of my old high school but it looks different, and much more spacious.
No one is talking to mJ. We wait for food to be served. There are mountains of noodles. Then burgers. I wait for sandwiches with ham in them, and also take some prosciutto.
Rob is there, even though at the moment he's overseas. He looks Indian, and very tanned. Him and Ris are no longer in France, but on some Pacific island and he hates it. She loves it. For some reason, they can't be in France. I suggest they go to French-speaking Switzerland, but still study in France. It's too expensive. Rob is paying the bill for a whole bunch of us. We try to stop him.
Suddenly, we're under a table, except that the tabletop is a large tapestry. People keep nearly pricking me in the head with their needles. My old schoolmate Michael D is there. We're talking under the table. I tell him I found an old letter of his. He says not to throw it away so I can show him.
On the tapestry, we all have symbols to represent us, or patches. People start sewing them together. For some reason, this is bad news and apparently I am either evil, or chosen. But then when they start sewing it to others' patches, it also means those people are evil too. I am able to sneak out from under the tapestry table. An old wizened man is playing with some magical cards on the table. He can't see me or I'm dead.
I start to leave the party. I go to get my bike helmet but my brother snatches me into his car and we forget my bike. I tell him I'll need it later. We drive down what looks like Swanston St. Police follow us after doing a U-turn. I thought they were after us.
My brother drops me off and then I have to accompany a woman who looks as beat-up as Eileen Wuornos. Except that she's gentle, and compassionate. She makes us stop to give money to some people and I give some loose change to the guy whose can is least full.
We then go to Myer for some guitar thing she really wants to listen to. Apparently some magical people are after me and will be able to tell that I am the person they are looking for by how well I play the piano. A whole bunch of us are made to play keyboards. I play badly, and am not found out.The piano is made of cake so what I'm really doing is grabbing fistfuls of cake and making a mess.
The magical police stop by me and have no idea I am who they are looking for. For some odd reason, I tell them and they cuff me.
I'm glad this one was so vivid - quite some time has passed and I can still recall quite a few elements.
A group of us went on some sort of trip to this terrible family diner. The adults were on one table, children on another. I felt a bit annoyed that I was put on the children's table, being in the awkward teen years. Though I was a teenager, I had my current mind and so was jealous of all the food that the adults had. They had cheeses, meats and all sorts of salads on offer. And cakes. For us, some cut-up cold salad vegetables. Someone threw a plate of prosciutto and I pounced on it.
We'd travelled to this horrible place by minivan or a small bus. It was supposedly on the coast of Victoria. A lot of the people on the bus were dressed in their 80s best. Most of the people were my mother's Filipino friends and their children.
We then travelled to some house that supposedly belonged to one of my mother's Filipino friends, except that this woman was married to a stern white Australian man (in reality, most of my mother's Filipino friends are married to other Filipino friends). He was gruff, but he let my father download Portishead on his computer. I kept telling my mother we had to leave. She had been given at least six cats and had to keep catching them. I had to keep catching them, actually. My mother would put them in a sack apparently especially designed to hold cats. She also stashed a rabbit and some mice there.
She was neglecting them and I was getting angry. I didn't want to keep putting them in the bag. Eventually we added a turtle to the collection. My father then bundled our family and some other people into our car and we drove away. The heat was stifling. We drove onto a river that had been topped with concrete poured over pebbles like the kind you find at an English beach. You could feel the rocking of the concrete on the water.
My brother told me that I smelt awful in my crotch area. I remember being horrified and told him to fuck off and that I hated him. I told my parents to tell him to be nicer but they didn't listen. My mother began to tell of when she went to different cities in the world to their ethnic markets. I didn't believe her.
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I think before this, there was another portion of dream. I was in a film, as a teenager, and dressed in uniform. I looked completely different - freckled, fair-skinned, redheaded. Me and some other girls had this teacher who was we later learnt was a child molester. He had disguised himself as a teacher. I was intent upon having him found out, but this was very difficult, even though later on he went on to actually kipnap and murder schoolchildren. Even the boys.
There was a room like a stable. A man with a deeply pockmarked face walked out from just having practised on the concert grand piano in said stable. We were all crammed in there. We marvelled that this place had one of nine of the world's concert grand pianos in existence (yes, I know there are more in existence in real life).
I led a group of girls to one section of the school outdoors. It reminded me of going to a large British campus with beautiful surroundings outdoors. Some of the girls in a younger grade were rehearsing Shakespeare. We eventually had to run because another local paedophile came in pursuit of us.
I ran with the group, and ended up in another land - large green field, with heaps of other people playing sports.
I remembered some elements of my dream! As soon as my head hit the pillow last night (or rather, this morning, Thu 16/4), they returned.
Again, in an alternate version of Melbourne University. A friend (not someone I knew in real life) and I were on the hunt for good food. For some reason, Union House had several floors. One floor was made up of booths - it had a very marketplace feel. We went to the ground floor and ordered some fruit pie and pastry delight stuffed with red berries. My friend gave her waitress an affectionate kiss on the cheek for her good service. The food was wonderful and when they gave us a receipt for dining there, it was extensively long paperwork which puzzled me.
I met up with KR and we went to another part of Melbourne Uni and as soon as I saw the ornate, old-world architecture, I said "Hello Europe, we've arrived" or something similar (it reminded me of sandstone cathedrals and this Jesuit castle that used to be near my old high school in real life).
