mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Wed 11/11/09

My friend mattJames is having a party for his birthday. Lots of EMSians are there. I think we're on the grounds of my old high school but it looks different, and much more spacious.

No one is talking to mJ. We wait for food to be served. There are mountains of noodles. Then burgers. I wait for sandwiches with ham in them, and also take some prosciutto.

Rob is there, even though at the moment he's overseas. He looks Indian, and very tanned. Him and Ris are no longer in France, but on some Pacific island and he hates it. She loves it. For some reason, they can't be in France. I suggest they go to French-speaking Switzerland, but still study in France. It's too expensive. Rob is paying the bill for a whole bunch of us. We try to stop him.

Suddenly, we're under a table, except that the tabletop is a large tapestry. People keep nearly pricking me in the head with their needles. My old schoolmate Michael D is there. We're talking under the table. I tell him I found an old letter of his. He says not to throw it away so I can show him.

On the tapestry, we all have symbols to represent us, or patches. People start sewing them together. For some reason, this is bad news and apparently I am either evil, or chosen. But then when they start sewing it to others' patches, it also means those people are evil too. I am able to sneak out from under the tapestry table. An old wizened man is playing with some magical cards on the table. He can't see me or I'm dead.

I start to leave the party. I go to get my bike helmet but my brother snatches me into his car and we forget my bike. I tell him I'll need it later. We drive down what looks like Swanston St. Police follow us after doing a U-turn. I thought they were after us.

My brother drops me off and then I have to accompany a woman who looks as beat-up as Eileen Wuornos. Except that she's gentle, and compassionate. She makes us stop to give money to some people and I give some loose change to the guy whose can is least full.

We then go to Myer for some guitar thing she really wants to listen to. Apparently some magical people are after me and will be able to tell that I am the person they are looking for by how well I play the piano. A whole bunch of us are made to play keyboards. I play badly, and am not found out.The piano is made of cake so what I'm really doing is grabbing fistfuls of cake and making a mess.

The magical police stop by me and have no idea I am who they are looking for. For some odd reason, I tell them and they cuff me.

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dream, Fri 23/10/09

Everything's dying at the moment! Me (well, not really but 4 months of sinus/ear infections is NOT fun) and my laptop cord. So no laptopping for me. As a result, I've missed recording a few dreams, alas.

I was walking around Melbourne, near North Melbourne. I stopped in at a coffee shop called Kingfisher. At least, that's what it said it was called on the door. It was very busy but I'd never tried it before and was eager. I looked at the menu on the board, and saw people having quite the banquet. I moved to the back of the cafe as I didn't want to sit near people but they kept moving near me.

I waited for a very long time. It was a little sad. Eventually, I went up to the waiter and said, gee, what does a girl have to do to get some service around here? He blushed and apologised and began to take my order. He was wearing the most iridescent gunmetalish lip colour I'd ever seen.I ordered a long black.

For some reason, a whole bunch of friends joined me, though the waiter and I would not stop talking. Then @carnagefairy appeared and he seemed to have forgotten that he met me and made a special point of saying goodbye to her, as if him and I had not been friendly at all.

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dream part 2, Mon 21/9/09

I'm at work. Some weird alternative version at work that looks more like a cafe and is supposedly in Queen St in the city. For some reason @joshsharp is there, telling me how to feed my cable through the window so I can connect it up to the computer. As soon as I manage to do that, everyone immediately moves to the other side of the window and sets up camp there.

We all shuffle inside and my bags are left at the door. I go to retrieve them and then some of us are told to sit down, some of us to move on. The interior of this place reminds me of Loop Bar, again, in the city.

I'm told to go through a door with a bunch of others and we are all walking through a corridor. We keep on walking and for some reason my fat bully classmate is leading the walk and walking faster than the rest of us. I'm left behind and there seem to be a number of obstacles to pass through. My friend Stu and I are left behind, alone. We have to balance on beams and run from two men chasing us. He goes the wrong way, but I follow and we have to navigate through this weird jelly wall that has pressed flowers embedded in it.

Then I'm alone, this time my Japanese ex is there. We meet three young Japanese girls with some sort of pixie magic. They're not supposed to use it and he singles them out. The bad men see us and shine some sort of ray that obliterates the girls. I'm furious and hide in this room - which appears to be a gargantuan furniture showroom.

Eventually I make it out and am now in a dimly lit bar where there is Flamenco music playing, and people dancing. After I exit, I'm in another corridor, with carnival performers. They heckle me for money, so I toss them a coin. One tries to shove balloons up my bottom.

After that, I walk on pavement through an industrial part of town. I can see my fat bully classmate now. I make it to our new building and still get left behind. I scan myself in and find I'm in the wrong area. It all looks so sleek and black and foreboding.

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dream, Tue 2/6/09

I kept punching this male in the face. I cannot remember if he is known to me or not. A female friend advised me to stop, arguing that it would hurt my knuckles. I argued that I felt fine and to demonstrate my point, would hit the male in the face again.

* * *

I don't know what he was doing there, but after apparently conversing with a friend of his on Twitter, I saw KB on the street - it might have been Bourke St, just outside Starbucks. His friend thought I was trying too hard to be youthful and cool and so I went up to KB angrily and told him all the things I was doing in the week and how none of those things were at any places he liked to frequent.

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dream, Thu 28/5/09

This dream contains elements than some might find offensive. Kindly discontinue reading if you think this might apply to you.

In a car with CW, my father on his left side, me on the right. For some stupid reason, CW is driving, and despite us sitting at the back of the car, he's able to drive. He tells off my father for fiddling with the console that is usually on the driver's side. We're driving at night in Melbourne's city centre, or maybe near Lygon St.

* * *

I'm in a dingy bathroom, weirdly in a modern house. For some reason, I know it to be my second home, in Croydon, England.

There's a problem with the bar lights. I dress as quickly as I can because I don't entirely trust the bathroom. Besides, my father needs to use it straight after me.

* * *

FD is driving me round in a car, in the suburb I currently live in, and it's night. For some reason, he pulls over and doesn't mind me masturbating in the back seat because I can't control my urges.

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dream, Wed 13/5/09

Again, arguing with my brother - and this time it seemed physical - as in I wanted to hit him and really hurt him, but I'm not sure why.

I was in a field, walking to either Bundoora or Kew where the former mental institutions were. The buildings reminded me of England so I wanted to take photographs of them.

I began walking up to the buildings and was about to go up a flight of flimsy wooden plank stairs. An Irish lady told me not to because she didn't want me to get hurt.

I remember remarking that this apartment block was way more glamorous than the one I'd actually lived in.

Then all of a sudden I was at home and my mother had made me fish on toast (? gross). I told her off as I was craving jam on toast - three slices, to be precise. She threw it away and began to make me fresh toast and I felt guilty.

edited to add I walked past a house and The Chemical Brothers' 'Surrender' album was playing. I somehow knew it was a man who went to university listening.

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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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dream for real, Wed 15/4/09

I remembered some elements of my dream! As soon as my head hit the pillow last night (or rather, this morning, Thu 16/4), they returned.

Again, in an alternate version of Melbourne University. A friend (not someone I knew in real life) and I were on the hunt for good food. For some reason, Union House had several floors. One floor was made up of booths - it had a very marketplace feel. We went to the ground floor and ordered some fruit pie and pastry delight stuffed with red berries. My friend gave her waitress an affectionate kiss on the cheek for her good service. The food was wonderful and when they gave us a receipt for dining there, it was extensively long paperwork which puzzled me.

I met up with KR and we went to another part of Melbourne Uni and as soon as I saw the ornate, old-world architecture, I said "Hello Europe, we've arrived" or something similar (it reminded me of sandstone cathedrals and this Jesuit castle that used to be near my old high school in real life).

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dream, Wed 1/4/09

I got a job as a shop assistant at a really nice French boutique that sold clothing. When I say French, I mean that it was in France. I struggled to remember my French and as soon as I was put on my first shift, the shop was flooded with people.

One such person was a young boy, reminding me very much of the main male protagonist in Francois Truffaut's film Les quatre cent coups. He wasn't quite a teen, dressed in black and had a shorn head. He kept trying to steal things from the shop and forced me to be rough with him. I would grab him by his collar and roughly escort out of the shop and unsuccessfully lock him out. My work colleague didn't seem fussed by him and told me that he was an alcoholic, and a frequent nuisance to the shop.

One man caught that I wasn't French and started speaking to me in English, to slight my French skills. I said "putain" to him and he laughed.

Another Englishman asked me for help. He eyed my skirt and slid his hand up my exposed thigh. I told him off and said he couldn't get away with that sort of thing and his friends laughed. He tried to touch my leg again and I slapped him. This seemed to amuse him. His eyes sparkled.

I struggled with running the shop and my work colleague didn't seem intent on helping me.

* * *

My parents had moved to a new house. It looked to be on Flinders St in the city, but for some reason was said to be in North Fitzroy. The house was a mansion. I went to a nearby park and encountered some men with affectionate dogs. I scooped up my cat to protect him and walked up a street. He sat in my arms calmly, without complaint. As I walked, we passed a man being attended to by a man and woman as he'd falled off his bike and been hurt slightly.

* * *

When I returned to this new home, I went to my laptop and there were Melbourne Twitter people newly added onto my IM client (@coliwilso, @evolkween). There were new messages from other people.

* * *

There was some sort of play and I was a member of the musical band that played the music for the play. Most of the people seemed to be from EMS. Three main members had main parts in the play. For some reason, we were to move around some alternate version of Melbourne Uni performing. We were in costume and had to sing at certain times.

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dream, Wed 25/3/09

I was driving down Plenty Rd in Bundoora. I can remember the exact stretch of road - the bit before Grimshaw St and after La Trobe Uni. It was snowing. I think KR was in the front passenger seat. Something had given me the impression that there was an earthquake and I asked her if she felt it. As we drove to my house, we kept an eye out for cracks in the ground, even though the quake was similar to the most previous two experienced in Melbourne (in real life).

All of a sudden, I was given a bird's eye view of Melbourne, and we were on a massive snow-covered plateau. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time.

Suddenly, the dream cut to myself being in a ballroom. A grand party had been thrown for my birthday. I remember sumptuous desserts on the table - served before the main meal, for some reason. A friend and I were going to share mains, and she lined up.

Cut to another story, where my old uni friend RA had a torch that was vibrating. I pulled it out of her bag for her, and things started to come out of the end where you usually put batteries. The things that ejected themselves planted themselves into the ground and became flat discs, before growing to become red figurines of various things - chess pieces (I remember a rook), a toy horse, a toy dinosaur (the horse and dinosaur were solid versions of Gumby's friends...). I was supposed to give these to this stepmother who was watching us because they were going to upset her.

Various sweet treats had been packed up into a green rubbish bin for retrieval later on. My longest high school crush appeared and kissed me, despite his having a girlfriend. I remember being horrified when he told me.

Then for some strange reason, I had to pretend to be a man, dressed as a woman. (so, I'm female, but had to pose as a man trying to look like a woman?!). This was to go to some cabaret club in an alternate version of South Yarra. Someone was after us 'posers'. They chased my friends but I managed to escape on this amazing flying lift-type thing.

A boy who was apparently my brother was supposed to give my supposed stepmother a card that would upset her. I escaped with silver paint on my face which I managed to fashion into a veil and scarf to obscure my face.

For the final part of my escape I had to wear a retro ice-cream girl uniform and show the boys I could eat whipped cream from a can just as fast as them.

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