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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Posted 26 days ago

dream, Mon 27/7/09

I haven't been dreaming much because I've been needing to take zolpidem (Ambien in the States, Stilnox in Australia) to get to sleep. Either I don't dream (unlikely, I've been told) or I just don't remember them.

I did forget one dream during the Stilnox-taking period, just one.

Monday morning's dream was interesting, as when I woke up, I felt physically ill, purely because of the content of my dream. In the dream I had binged on cheese (very like me in real life!) that wasn't particularly good quality, but couldn't stop eating it. Later on, I ate chicheron (Filipino-prepared pork rind, of which I am extremely fond though I try to avoid supremely unhealthy snacks!).

We were in a place that reminded me of the Philippines (I did live there for a year in my childhood). I was hiding from someone, following them stealthily. My mother then appeared and dressed me in beautiful jewellery. Then I had to attend @rperdio's brother's birthday and wrote "fucker" on the envelope of the birthday card and was scared that my parents would disapprove. The word appeared in a sentence, and there was also some French but I cannot remember what I wrote fully. My father was dressed, ready to attend the birthday party.

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Posted 4 months ago

dream, Wed 6/5/09

Can't remember any of yesterday's dreams, sigh.

LZ, DM and I were in my first boyfriend's house. DM and a friend of hers were looking after it. LZ had retired early and DM and I were sharing a bed which had these weird statue-art things. They freaked me out and I couldn't sleep properly. I decided to get up and wander around. LZ was playing Guitar Hero and had a bunch of people gathered round him. I decided I wouldn't make eye contact with him to annoy him.

It turned out that it was a clone of LZ, this grungier version of him. Eventually at morning time I saw the real one and he looked too doped to even be happy to see him. I chatted with some of the people in the room and left to cry on a bed. DM came into the room and thought I was sleeping so she shut the door.

Then I was shopping somewhere, I was looking at racks of jewellery, earrings were paired in threes and it all seemed beautiful. We exited at what looked like a Melbourne city loop station but it was marked Richmond, even though it looked nothing like Richmond station.

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Posted 7 months ago

dream, Tue 28/4/09

I was at some place like the Myer Music Bowl, on a sunny day with my old schoolfriends, we were sitting on a blanket. Some of us had headsets on as we'd been talking on a radio show.

I'd whispered to another friend that N was psychotic. All of a sudden, we were transported to a university lecture theatre and the lecturer called N down and had her committed - she'd heard me whispering to another schoolfriend through the headset, and intimated as much. Psychiatric nurses grabbed her and she did not go willingly. This was all blamed on me.

Then we were back in the MMB field, right at the top. I was walking around. Some people in recognisable uniforms came towards me. I knew what they were going to do.

"Are they committing you too?" CP asked.

"Yes, it looks like it." They seized me by the wrists but I made no struggle. "Is this voluntary or involuntary?" I asked them. "Involuntary," one replied. I knew N was somehow responsible, despite my being totally sane. I still made no struggle, thinking that this would count for me in the long run, as they dragged me.

* * *

I was in some weird World-of-Warcraft place and setting - and I totally had magic coming out of my hands. It was some sort of purple aura. I used it to heal a guy who kept getting killed because this demon kept killing him. My magic wasn't strong enough to constantly save him. I tricked the demon which involved fixing his broken finger but not agreeing to go to Hell with him. Then a stronger magician came along - my schoolfriend E who kept protecting me and bringing people back to life.

* * *

In some shopping centre. My brother made me come to where he was to give me jewellery that my grandmother bought me. I had a conversation with a friend that it would be gaudy gold jewellery (even though in real life my grandmother's never given me anything as she can't afford to). I was then with CF and we rode on a beautiful old-world decorated train carriage. I had to get off to help Mum with shopping at Mill Park Stables Shopping Centre. I watched the train ride off without me. It didn't need tracks, it created its own as it drove along.

At MP, I had ice cream with a newly arrived Filipino friend and then went for a jog. I came back to help my mother with the shopping.

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Posted 7 months ago