dream, Thu 18/6/09 & Sat 20/6/09

Thu

Oscar Wilde was being put in prison for being a homosexual. I was outraged and confused. I saw other people being imprisoned for similar such reasons and the conditions in which they were kept were atrocious.

Once I saw that they were keeping animals in disgusting conditions, I began to cry.

Sat

There was a beautiful Japanese woman. I wanted to kiss her, so I did. She tasted of dark chocolate and for some reason, her face was rough, as if I were kissing a man who had stubble.

In order to be closer to her, I had to drag this massive water hose along a road in the night. I can't remember what for exactly but it had to stretch to another house.

In said house, I had a lover. He was a very good sort, but at some stage I did something wrong - unintentionally and he decided to leave me. I became incredibly distraught and kept trying to tell him that it was a mistake, I didn't mean to cause offence. He didn't care and left me.

* * * I had a laptop on and several people had tried to leave me messages on my IM client. One of them was Z. I tried talking to him, but it was like talking to a robot. All of a sudden, information about his new game flooded through. I couldn't understand why he waited a year to make contact and why it was all stilted and automated.

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Posted 5 months ago

dream, Wed 1/4/09

I got a job as a shop assistant at a really nice French boutique that sold clothing. When I say French, I mean that it was in France. I struggled to remember my French and as soon as I was put on my first shift, the shop was flooded with people.

One such person was a young boy, reminding me very much of the main male protagonist in Francois Truffaut's film Les quatre cent coups. He wasn't quite a teen, dressed in black and had a shorn head. He kept trying to steal things from the shop and forced me to be rough with him. I would grab him by his collar and roughly escort out of the shop and unsuccessfully lock him out. My work colleague didn't seem fussed by him and told me that he was an alcoholic, and a frequent nuisance to the shop.

One man caught that I wasn't French and started speaking to me in English, to slight my French skills. I said "putain" to him and he laughed.

Another Englishman asked me for help. He eyed my skirt and slid his hand up my exposed thigh. I told him off and said he couldn't get away with that sort of thing and his friends laughed. He tried to touch my leg again and I slapped him. This seemed to amuse him. His eyes sparkled.

I struggled with running the shop and my work colleague didn't seem intent on helping me.

* * *

My parents had moved to a new house. It looked to be on Flinders St in the city, but for some reason was said to be in North Fitzroy. The house was a mansion. I went to a nearby park and encountered some men with affectionate dogs. I scooped up my cat to protect him and walked up a street. He sat in my arms calmly, without complaint. As I walked, we passed a man being attended to by a man and woman as he'd falled off his bike and been hurt slightly.

* * *

When I returned to this new home, I went to my laptop and there were Melbourne Twitter people newly added onto my IM client (@coliwilso, @evolkween). There were new messages from other people.

* * *

There was some sort of play and I was a member of the musical band that played the music for the play. Most of the people seemed to be from EMS. Three main members had main parts in the play. For some reason, we were to move around some alternate version of Melbourne Uni performing. We were in costume and had to sing at certain times.

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Posted 8 months ago