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, 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 digest, Sat 23/5/09

I've forgotten one dream since I last wrote here. Let's see how well I do at recalling the last three days' dreams.

Sat 23/5/09

In some amazing house that had four wings (not the flight kind!). Some Filipino family friends were invited around and they proceeded to leave a mess everywhere - I recall most keenly that there was mud and fried chicken remains ground into the floor. There were food bowls (or trays, rather) for cats. Apparently, 2-4 cats would decide our modern mansion was their home and eat from them.

There were water bowls next to them and they had orange blobs floating, not unlike fish roe. They would jump out of the bowl and explode, leaving orange goo-mess on the floor.

Another part of the house: we were fiddling with the blinds and curtains. In another room, I drew the curtains to shield an old Nintendo and TV from the sun. There were Rumpole books around and I knew these belonged to my father.

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Another dream, same night. My obese friend-bully in high school was humiliating me again. We had to do some dance for school. Some band musicians played music, and all of a sudden we were on a float and they were outside, running along. As they ran along, other regular people would pick up their instruments and jam with them. I was talking with my brother about a week-long debutante and felt it unfair that the men could wear the same suit the whole way through whereas the females had to change dresses - one new one for daytime, one new one for the evening.

Previous to this, my brother and father and I were in a house and I was threatening to kill myself because both were driving me insane in that I could not be my true self whenever they were in the same room, which was all the time. I could not even sleep alone. I was so angered by their presence and felt quite homicidal towards my brother, but eventually began dangling myself on a balcony.

Fri 22/5/09

I was an onlooker - some sort of medieval fairytale setting. There was a beautiful woman - sometimes I was her, sometimes not. Our army had captured this stunning centaur and tied up all his legs. The beautiful woman wanted to have sex with this creature. I was then watching our army wade through icy water - how it managed not to freeze them, I don't know. Somehow the troops floated despite donning light metal armour. Then we were at some sort of castle and things became bloody as people were slaughtered - of course the beautiful women were not slain.

* * *

In some strange open sort of room with a gorgeous indie comic artist who was apparently famous and regaling all on stories of her fame. These extremely attractive men would come and entertain this girl (who was me, but not really me) who was planning to go on a trip to explore the life of the indie comic artist. She had newspaper articles and maps.

Thu 21/5/09

There was this amazing lipstick that instead of being solid looked like a spring when wound out of the tube. It had been given some exotic-sounding name similar to "farfalla" (as in the pasta!)

I had another main dream this same night but I am struggling to recall it now.

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dream, Tue 3/3/09

My family and I were in this large shopping centre-theme park sort of place. It was amazing - it had everything: shops, apartments, restaurants. It was basically a city but covered. We ran around and did various things. There was even a house within this complex. Though the theme park was supposedly in Hong Kong, the multi-storey house was in Britain - Croydon, to be precise, because we went to this house to visit an old family that that known us for decades. They'd known me since I'd been born.

The house had five storeys. It was an old-style mansion, and someone had taken one of the floors and decided it would exclusively look like the British Victorian era. The people there, we all knew one another either from England or Australia. I couldn't believe how well-off my Croydon family contact were. The eldest child was missing. His mother told me he was perverted. I later found out all this meant was he liked to go out and party.

My parents had gone supermarket shopping and bought so many things. I didn't understand why they got things perfectly available in Australia. It had all been weighed and fine to take back home to Australia.

When we exited this Croydon mansion, we apparently drove to this Hong Kong theme park. I had an apartment there. I couldn't find it. I went into a lift with a girl who looked like she might be from Japan. She reprimanded me for speaking so loudly in the lift. The lifts moved flawlessly - so fast and yet not jerky at all. It took us to a car park.

The theme park shut down. The workers disappeared, and the lights went off. I finally found my apartment but it was too late. A girl I once knew watched me running with my family and laughed with her family. We finally got told to go in one of the lifts. A boy had retrieved a book and purse I'd left there. I was grateful. We got into the lifts and they led to the car park, so we could leave. Some people had to sacrifice themselves in order for us to leave, by jumping off a tall ledge.

My former lover N smashed jars of sweets to distract people from seeing us. Somehow we all made it into cars. A friend from a musical society promised me beer at his house. We used the one seatbelt to buckle us both into one seat.

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