mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Tue 1/12/09

In a massive shopping centre with a family friend that everyone really dislikes (he is my parents' age and left his wife and job with no warning, to go interstate and set up home with another woman. When that didn't work out, he came back to his wife, who oddly took him back. He has also fathered a child with his wife's niece who lived with them for a time when I was still a child).

I've seen part of this shopping centre before in another dream - the section we're looking for is a grand books section.

We finally get on a lift and try to get to this section. The directions are in various Romance languages - French, Spanish, Italian.

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Then we are in a car. My father is in front passenger seat and this disliked family friend is in the driver's. My brother is a toddler and I am hooking him up to his child seat. He's not liking it but I keep telling him that I need to do this to keep him safe.

We are driving through a forest and there are music books hanging from the branches - some viola da gamba books which I apparently have (though not in real life).

Then all of a sudden, my mother is there and she is only interested in the place because my uncle Edwin from the Philippines has been there. Otherwise she wouldn't care at all, as is also the case in real life.

It somehow comes about that my father is bisexual and having an affair with this hated family friend.

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dreams, Tue 14/7/09, Wed 15/7/09

Tue

Again, didn’t get to jot down my dream in time so I forgot it.

Wed

In an opulent department store – I’ve seen something like it in my dreams before. I’m with a man who works there and naturally, knows his way around. He has a friend who gets mistaken for this other fellow and somehow gets roped into placing garments into shopping bags – he chooses to do this for the sole purpose of watching beautiful, well-dressed women – specifically their legs.

There are two of us in parts of the department store where we shouldn’t be. There is a guard hunting for us. I pass a display of glass boxes filled with water. They have examples of beautifully manicured hands and feet in them.

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Some sort of university setting – and some sort of scavenger hunt thing. We’re divided into groups and my group has to carry these very heavy medieval blade-axe type things. I’m eventually led to a room and a senior female lecturer is giving a talk on some song cycle as a naked woman plays along on a musical instrument I’ve never seen. She appears to be singing in Yiddish. I only know this because another girl in the audience interrupts her to have a conversation with her.

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I have this boyfriend who has an autistic brother and a black cat. In one room I am talking to both this brother and the cat (who oddly, is conversing with me. The cat answers me in English, but his mouth remains closed). I go to my boyfriend’s bedroom and he tells me I’m crazy for thinking I’m talking to a cat, but that his brother must like me to be talking to me.

This boyfriend is supposedly obsessed with me. So much so that he takes some weird alchemical substance that can kill you – he ingests it so that he will stop loving me, because apparently I don’t feel as strongly for him as he does me. He begins to froth at the mouth. I find these other magical beings in his room and we somehow manage to administer an antidote. My boyfriend becomes angry with me for getting rid of this poisonous cure for love.

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dream, Mon 13/4/09

I couldn't find my car in my primary school carpark. I was to drive to another school, as my high school self. Another primary schoolmate didn't want us to drive together despite us going to the same place.

Some weird underground tunnel excavation site. A man was throwing massive rocks at me and I appeared to be catching them. For some reason, his daughter was in hospital. Then a bus tried to drive through these intricate tunnels. It led to where my high school was having some sort of party to celebrate my last day in high school. I'd been sitting in my classroom and none of my friends would talk to me. One of my friends who also went to the same university as me was decked out in the most amazing dress - I remember that she was not well-liked in high school. My family rode away on bikes after not staying long at this expensive function that I forgot to dress up for.

Then for some reason I had to thaw out a child: we gently dipped him in lukewarm water and waited till he warmed up. He was thin, brown and scrawny for his age.

Then we were in some weird, unfinished shopping centre. In one area, there were glass shards everywhere. A cat had jumped into the shards. I picked him up and began dusting the shards off him. I wouldn't let him walk anywhere as I didn't want his paws to get shards in them. I wondered why no one else in the centre cared.

Without the cat, I ended up in a foreign language bookshop. I tried to find the French section. Some children showed me where it was: we had to hop in some papier mache display, and she uttered two words which I've now forgotten so the ground we were on rose, and took me to the book section I was after.

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