mspixieears’s dream blog

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, Wed 4/11/09

I was on some sort of boat, with the ex-girlfriends of a French guy. For some reason my mother was there and I bemoaned the fact that there were no snacks on the boat. We stopped and got off at some bilingual port and I got mustard-flavoured ice cream, as well as amaretto. The mustard-flavoured ice cream was called 'Hope'. They also had ale-flavoured ice cream and it was called 'Snow White'.

Neither of the flavours I got tasted anything like what they were supposed to.

A young girl pointed at me and said I was Indian. I started cursing her in French and said that I was born in England and threw my headband at her. I chased her out of the kiosk.

We boarded the boat again. My father gave me a newspaper, in French. He wanted me to do work experience in some Contiki-like camp. I was annoyed, as that wasn't anything like the work I wanted to do.

* * *

I'm at a library outside B53, my first high school classroom. We've got a list of what books I had to have read for this English exam. I found all the books in the library and they were all in French, meaning they'd take a little longer for me to read.

I saw my former best friend in primary school who snubbed me. I did not attempt to help her find the books.

Then there was a funeral procession through school. The coffins were all made of steel. I went to my locker and found lots of chocolate bars. Next to my locker there were some rotting loaves of bread.

* * *

My workmate Dan was helping me fix my laptop. My partner was over at my house and I was going to get him to leave because my ex was supposed to visit me. I decided not to bother calling my ex as my mobile phone was dead.

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dream, Thu 29/10/09

Again, I was going to fail some English exam in high school. I'm supposed to have read the same book I haven't finished reading in all the dreams I've had recently. I think it's a non-fiction book, and I've missed a lot of class in the second semester.

I try to call this horrible person I was semi-seeing last year. He changes his number without telling me. I call the old number and get a very angry woman instead. She is mad at this guy too - he used to live as her housemate and has left her suddenly without giving appropriate funds.

I am staying in this beautiful mansion. My family are there - and because the house is so large, I don't get to see them much. My mother has booked some sort of compulsory family holiday while I'm supposed to have my English exam which I know I shall fail. It takes me quite some wrangling to get out of going.

I find out that my brother is cheating on his wife - he's found a girlfriend. I'm furious. I voice these misgivings with my mother who says that all men are supposed to stray after a while. I say, what, even though his wife is expecting a child? Mum says especially so. I am disgusted with my brother and decide I don't ever want to see him again. I say that I will be out of this mansion as soon as my exams are over.

My brother decides I am too degenerate to sleep on this special mattress he paid money for. The mattress is made of foam and is breaking up. I accuse my brother of being a fucking hipster and say fine, I don't want anything to do with you.

* * *
I'm still in this weird mansion and apparently I have a new boyfriend, a friend I met on Twitter. This apparently helps me decide I want to be with my current real-life partner, who I keep trying to reach via the phone but can't get hold of him.

* * *

I'm trapped in some weird fairytale setting. and I think I'm an old woman. They are conspiring to kill me. What they don't know is that because I have been bitten several times by this particular snake, I'm now immune to its venom. It ends up killing them instead - that being a man dressed in a beautiful flamenco red dress and a young woman.

Then suddenly I'm in Singapore with a bunch of people. One of them stops because she wants to buy Shu Uemura. A man comes up to me to talk to me. He looks like Marc Jacobs. We get shuffled off and I say goodbye to him, marvelling over the Shu Uemura cleansing oil packaging.

A cute Asian girl gives me an eyeshadow palette which comes with cute soft toys.

* * *
Back to the old woman. I turn these quasi Greek monsters into books. The library gets mad because I don't return them to the library. I'm confused, as I tell them, they weren't books before. I meet another girl who tells me I remind her of a heroine in the Chaos Revelations series. I tell her I will look them up in the library. I do so and am confronted by my old schoolfriend Andrea. She wants to go to another section of the library. I shrug and say fine, do what you want. I find the Chaos Revelations series and there are more than four volumes and they appear to be graphic novel adaptations of Shakespeare's plays.

I go to another section of library and begin composing a tune on my flute, and writing variations upon the tune.

I introduce T to some people from EMS. Em comes up to me and tells me mean Luke will stay overseas forever and that someone else, either Rob or Felix are coming home early. She thinks I'll be sad and then I say, I'm glad Luke is gone forever, and wager a lot of other people are too.

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dream, Mon 3/8/09

I was at a library that reminded me of the Baillieu Library at Melbourne University. I recalled that I had some overdue books, and I'd seen this dream version of the library in my dreams before.

There was a particular book, a children's book that took my fancy. I was attracted to it because the person whose point of view it was told from had handwritten messages on the blurb, including his e-mail address. I found it odd that he was nineteen, and that he wrote about having sex. I didn't quite see how this was meant to be a children's book. When I went to show my friend LR from high school, the blurb had changed. Some of the handwritten lines had vanished.

Even weirder, the edition of the storybook literally became newer as I held it. Before it looked visibly aged, as if it were a children's book from when I was a child. I went to the back page to check evidence of its age and ended up ripping out the barcodes so I could steal it. LR produced an even newer version of the book, complete with a graphic novel sequel tucked in the back cover. I stole it successfully and we ran around outdoors.

* * *

In another part of the dream, there was a cabinet and bain-maries filled with delicious cakes. I was given the task of slicing one up to share amongst some people, one of which was a schoolmate EW from high school. For some reason, I was the neatest and fairest when it came to slicing up the cakes. One girl gathered dirty plates to distribute so we could put our slices on them. The knife was so clean when I divided the cake. I marvelled at this.

* * *

In a parental house. There are dead flowers everywhere, attracting insects. My mother won't clear them out and I endeavour to collect them all and put them into compost. One part of the ceiling is leaking and has made the couch mouldy. I'm at a computer and somehow take a work call, at home. The computer keeps logging me in as my friend Anya.

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