mspixieears’s dream blog

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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, Tue 12/5/09

Arguing with my brother over something. I kept getting phonecalls from a workmate and he wanted to know if we worked with anyone else with my name as apparently he wanted to go out on a date with her. She worked in another department so apparently it was okay as I wouldn't find out. He told me to make me sad that I was a second choice, apparently. He always recognised my voice on the phone, which was weird because he'd never called me before.

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