mspixieears’s dream blog

dream #2, Fri 27/11/09

Continuation of dream, but at this point, it's no longer related to previous dream and because I was blogging at an external computer (madly, I might add, so I wouldn't forget my dream), I couldn't type up the whole thing.

(Here's the first part of the dream)

After trying to stand up for Stu, a girl of about eleven called me into her house. I knew that this was going to be sort of dangerous, because her family was rich and they thought of people like me as trash. With trepidation, I followed her in. She told me I could go into parts that no one but family was allowed in. I felt like an intruding babysitter. She had a younger brother and he was playing with his toys. All of a sudden, her mother called. Panic. I hid in their workshop. As if the mother were psychic, she came and sought me out and leant down to see me hiding under a wooden workbench. She wasn't mad at either me or her daughter, and I was glad.

Then all of a sudden, I was on some sort of school camp. I was watching a comedy show - the comedians were famous, and on the stage they played theatre sport type games. I was on a seat, like a trapeze swing, with a wooden plank to sit on and couldn't see the show properly. I swung it to see while my companions sat on theirs with no trouble.

I was part of some special ops team, and there was a beautiful, blond-haired man in my team. There was a growing attraction between us, even though I was aware that I had a partner already. Despite this, our attraction grew.

At one stage, I was adamant to prove how tough I was. As a BSG Starbuck-lookalike watched on, the blond man pressed a knife into my flesh, just above my knee (not far from where I have a scar in real life). He pressed, harder and harder, and pleaded with me to give in so he could stop. I would not let him stop. I began to fade. I said to him "I'm starting to feel faint..." Again, he begged me to make him stop. I wouldn't.

Eventually, he had to take me to our black special ops van and give me first aid. As he bandaged my leg, our faces stooped to kiss. The attraction was electric but I told him I could not: I had someone I loved already.

Bandaged up, I enjoyed the rest of the visit to this location. My high school French teacher Mrs Gorey was there. The blond man was aroused when I spoke to her entirely in French. She went to the door and smoked and we spoke more French. She did not smoke in real life.

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dream, Mon 16/11/09

Two dreams this morning.

At first, I was in a mansion. There were some beautiful bathrooms in the mansion. I had left some articles of my clothing in one of the bathrooms, one which was specifically for me.

I returned later and noticed that the toilet and my trousers had faeces smeared on it. It turned out to be my grandmother who had done it - she'd used the toilet carelessly and didn't bother to clean it up. I was furious.

My mother told me to leave the toilet and use her bathroom and that she would clean my toilet for me.

My father rescued a rogue rabbit. It was a little more violent than the other rabbits we had. My mother made my father get rid of it and I cried, even though I was an adult. She put it in a cloth bag and when I shook out the bag, two rabbit embryos popped out. I told myself I wouldn't forgive my mother for turfing out a pet just because it was 'difficult'.

* * *

I was at a library, and apparently it was part of RMIT. I went and asked the librarian for specific books and he told me I couldn't get them. He gave me alternative ones instead, by John Keats, and Fanny Brawne. They were tiny. Then they told me that I couldn't borrow them. I tried to hide them behind some books.

I was having a lot of trouble finding a decent spot to hide them in, and then Will Smith busted me and started filming me.

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dream, Sat 7/11/09

First part of the dream, I was myself, and living in this odd version of the current house I live in now. Someone had made me this three-piece pendant - a cross, with a monkey face, then beautiful legs of some sort of dragon. It was all burnished gold. I trailed it through the sandpit in the backyard and lost some of it. I found a small, fluffy black cat, who ran from me but let me catch her. She told me, in English, that I was a pretty girl.

I later saw my brother who said that he met the same black cat but that she had told him he was a pretty girl in Greek.

Meeting the black cat meant that we had to head up to the back flat in our backyard. Two men stormed in - one was topless, acne-ridden, very skinny. He was holding a lute. The other man proceeded to tell him that he was wasting his time becoming a professional lutenist, even though he was fantastic. I tried to hide - I merely pretended to be a statue and hid under a massive lampshade as he murdered the lutenist in a nearby bed.

My pendant lost its feet. A girl remade it for me so that it had no monkey face or legs anymore. She said it was better now that it was more simple.

* * *

I was a young boy, fat and always acting up. The community I was in was banned from going outside. I rebelled and rode my bike on the earth mounds. I was to be punished later.

Two women, a man who was supposedly my father and myself were sharing a plate of creamy potatoes and vegetables. We kept shifting food from each others' plates as we kept taking too much of one thing. My father kept cutting up a map so that I wouldn't know where they were.

I hid in carpeted staircases and injured the women. I thought they would see me, but they never did. My father beat me.

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dream, Tue 31/3/09

This was one of the longest narrative dreams I've had in quite some time, but sadly, I am unable to recall as much of it as I'd like.

There was this beautiful boy - I seemed to like him, and he me. However, I was secondary to a beautiful girl. He only paid attention to me when he could not be near her. We snuggled together in a bed, but he would not return my caresses but was not averse to my caressing him. I fell asleep on his shoulder.

The setting was bunker-like and post-apocalyptic. We were never in view of the open air - always in darkened rooms, connected by tunnels. Yet everything seemed...organic. Thick cloth separated living quarters.

At one stage, I crawled out of bed and left my beloved, who was still asleep. I opened what I thought was a cupboard door but it was a secret passageway. I jumped in and crawled through. Upon opening the other door at the end, I briefly glimpsed a couple making love and shut the door in shame.

I crawled back into bed. Again I awoke, closer to morning and went looking around the place we were in. I opened another door and this time stumbled upon yet another couple making love. Again, I shut the door in shame, cheeks burning.

We were not to stay where we were - we were running from something. At one stage, we crossed a wooden plank bridge and because of my short stature, I was able to avoid some mutated fluorescent spider sitting on a weathered man's shoulder.

The boy I liked once managed to see the girl he liked and touched her tenderly, and she returned the affection. I watched on in resignation and sadness.

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