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dream, Sat 11/7/09

 An ex-friend was being a creep and stroking me on the back in a placating manner. I was frightened because she was mad at me. Then there was some kind of party. Family friends were there, and my mobile phone battery fell apart into several small pieces so I bought another one. Thankfully I had enough money to get one.

I took a work-related call that was over twelve minutes long, at home. Then I went travelling to some Japanese-inspired resorts and somehow ran into this other ex-friend - a very snobby rich girl who was not open-minded. I think she tried to throw me in a nearby river.

I wrote a three-line poem. I cannot remember the first line, which was a full, complete sentence but the next two lines were:

I'm broken

m(end *e)

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Posted 5 months ago

dream, Thu 12/3/09

A red-lit noticeboard had informed me that Z and S were nearby. I went to the place where they were. Z was manic: introduced me to S. I reminded him I met S first, and him thereafter. He remained manic and proceeded to tell me about Pig Destroyer and their gig, the reason we were there. I said, I knew, that was why I was there. Yes Z, I know who Pig Destroyer are. He seemed amazed by this knowledge.

S and I spoke of poetry and poetics. Z went off to play for the gig as some sort of supporting act.

All of a sudden, I am a child, leaning against a portable classroom with a classmate. Other children approach us. They try to get us do to something we don't want to do and we only listen to them once one pulls out a gun. They say they have a bomb and are going to blow everyone up. I beg them not to do it, to please not blow everyone up because they haven't begun to live, because my brother only just got married, and I say, yes, also because I want to live.

They set off the bomb anyway. Scores of us run in the opposite direction, not knowing that they are setting off another sort of bomb once we stop running.

Things become hazy at this point but I'm with my classmate C and we're in ricefields. Apparently, we're in Japan. The schoolchildren are far more polite there, I tell her. Far more polite than Western children.

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Posted 9 months ago