mspixieears’s dream blog

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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dream, Tue 7/4/09

One of my abusive exes had a new apartment, and a new girl. They had a tri-colour cat (called mike-neko in Japanese) and I couldn't get close enough to stroke her. My ex fed me wonderful Japanese food, and was consummately polite, but detached, as many polite people can be.

I went into their backyard and saw a cat frozen into the soil. I picked him up and started rubbing and cleaning him till he was warm and clean enough. It was very hard work, as he nearly froze to death outside, but I managed to revive him, and held him close to me, in my arms, to keep him warm and safe.

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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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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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dream, night activity, Sun 1/3/09

Apparently I shouted "I haven't said a thing!" in my sleep so audibly that the person who heard thought it was someone next door. I also chuckled in my sleep.

JD and MP were allowed to use my bed - my room was as it was before I moved out of my parents' place. After they left, I found their shoes under my bed, and a small tube of lubricant. I made a note to return these things to them.

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dream, Thu 26/2/09

(I tend to dream a lot when I'm unwell, in case you're wondering why these dreams are so...crazy)

There was a park, some sort of field. Z was there. We were only supposed to meet, but ended up making love. There was this myna bird, that had the ability to burrow into the ground, and resemble a ball of hard clay. There was also a bat hanging in a tree. Z kept poking his finger at it, till it showed white, sharp teeth. We laughed and left it alone.

It got dark, and somehow, he went missing. Someone came to help me find him. He'd been taken, rather than left the park of his own free will. Another boy with an African-sounding name came to help me look. We were driving around the neighbourhood, in a van. He took photos of a gang committing crimes, and they saw. They began to chase us - them on foot, us in the van, and they covered the van in alcohol. The gang leader leered at us, lighting a cigarette and dropping it on the van. I was petrified, screaming, telling off the boy for taking the photos.

Some of them had managed to hop onto the van's roof, and cut through it. They slashed me, straight down my entire torso. I could feel blood seeping out of me. I was woozy, and couldn't move.

Eventually, the van set alight. I could feel my flesh melting away.

Somehow, we were saved. Both of lay out on the pavement, lumps of charred flesh. The gang surrounded us, cheering at their handiwork. We were still not dead, just in immense pain, dying.

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