mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Mon 9/11/09

I was at some weird version of uni. My high school friends Cathy and Sue-Ann were there. We went to this new cupcake place, except they weren't really cupcakes but more large, soft tarts. I had two flower-flavoured ones - a lily one and something else, like mimosa.

We were all sitting on the cold marble floor in the eatery. I couldn't find my bag and books. Later, Sue-Ann and Cathy left, on bikes. Cathy's seat was too low.

I went back to the cupcake place by myself and there was a flute and viola da gamba recital on. I saw my parents in the audience, and another classmate Andrea. She was wandering around talking to people but I was too shy to do so. I got two hot chocolate drinks - the second for free because I told them they'd never given me my first one, but it appeared in my hand as soon as I went to the counter to tell them I'd been waiting for twenty minutes.

I then got a letter about postgrad study at Melbourne University. I had an appointment to see someone there. I turned up, in a burgundy skirt, a white blouse and a tie, which a woollen pullover. My hair was long and thick again. My friend David H told me to put down my hair as the interviewers would like it better.

I found my way to a building, apparently the postgrad building. Two lecturers were arguing and looked like they might get into a fist fight on a stairwell in the building.

I found where I was supposed to be and met other interviewees. They were nice, funny and into science or commerce. They kept getting awards there and then. One of them asked me for my name and address and for some reason, I put my name down as 'Pusspusskin'. Apparently I was going to stun the judges in my interview by saying my gimmick was to relate structuralism and naturalism to everyday life.

The interviews were finished and I was found a bed in the postgrad building. I woke up and went to go to the bathroom there but there was a cute Japanese girl camped out, watching a telly. I was too stumped to say anything to her in Japanese but I wanted to say 'sumimasen'.

I managed to shut the door and went with my fellow interviewees to buy some coloured water.

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My mother and auntie turned up in the temporary bedroom I'd been set up in. My auntie had left my uncle and had gone mad. I could tell by the postcards she sent me.

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Somewhere else, different dream. I am with people I don't recognise. Snakes keep getting into the house we're in. They keep biting people and penetrating bodies and turning them into statues. The statues keep shattering.

I try to drive away from this. An Indian girl is getting married and apparently I have to wear a sari. She has sex with the best man. Her groom has sex with another man in the bridal party. A camel licks the groom on his privates and gets rid of his body hair this way.

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How on earth did I forget to put in the weirdest bit? My teacher Miss Macri (from Grade 4, quite the bullying bitch in real life just because she couldn't spell) made me sing The Magic Flute to my class. Not all of it, but most of it. I had to roll some wheels up and down a long, thick log as I did this. It was extremely difficult.

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dream, Fri 25/9/09

I was going to work and travelling on a road that looked Royal Pde in Parkville. I travelled partially by tram, and walked some of the way. I got to work and my workmate Sue told me she'd just been put on antidepressants and was struggling with the nausea they can sometimes cause. I had got there too early and said I wished I'd brought my musical instruments so I can go across the road and practise (Royal Pde in Parkville opposite Melbourne Uni has some music houses).

So I left briefly, while I waited for my shift to start. I walked up College Cres and saw @tephdee squatting in a carpark. I can't remember what we talked about entirely, except that I told her I wished I could nominate what hours I could work in, say, pick 30 hours, and then do my 30 hours of work at home, whenever I pleased. She left me to meet a friend at a clock supposedly at Melbourne Uni (there's no clock of repute that I can think of on campus).

I tried to find my way back to work and couldn't and instead ran through people's houses. Now I was in England and being led through one house to another by helpful Caribbean folk. The men were dressed in 70s suits, not disco-ish, but a very old-fashioned neat. I bumped into my old workmate Nikolaki and said I was happy to see him, as he seemed to have left quite abruptly and none of us got to say goodbye to him initially.

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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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