Literature is my mistress, music my wife.
I was in some distress. I called my (real life) specialist who is very hard to get a hold of and didn't reach him. I was running frantically up a street and crying and telling him I was going to kill myself. I got a woman who might have been his secretary and she said it was okay, and that I could be admitted to hospital if I needed to be.
I was at some place like the Myer Music Bowl, on a sunny day with my old schoolfriends, we were sitting on a blanket. Some of us had headsets on as we'd been talking on a radio show.
I'd whispered to another friend that N was psychotic. All of a sudden, we were transported to a university lecture theatre and the lecturer called N down and had her committed - she'd heard me whispering to another schoolfriend through the headset, and intimated as much. Psychiatric nurses grabbed her and she did not go willingly. This was all blamed on me.
Then we were back in the MMB field, right at the top. I was walking around. Some people in recognisable uniforms came towards me. I knew what they were going to do.
"Are they committing you too?" CP asked.
"Yes, it looks like it." They seized me by the wrists but I made no struggle. "Is this voluntary or involuntary?" I asked them. "Involuntary," one replied. I knew N was somehow responsible, despite my being totally sane. I still made no struggle, thinking that this would count for me in the long run, as they dragged me.
* * *
I was in some weird World-of-Warcraft place and setting - and I totally had magic coming out of my hands. It was some sort of purple aura. I used it to heal a guy who kept getting killed because this demon kept killing him. My magic wasn't strong enough to constantly save him. I tricked the demon which involved fixing his broken finger but not agreeing to go to Hell with him. Then a stronger magician came along - my schoolfriend E who kept protecting me and bringing people back to life.
* * *
In some shopping centre. My brother made me come to where he was to give me jewellery that my grandmother bought me. I had a conversation with a friend that it would be gaudy gold jewellery (even though in real life my grandmother's never given me anything as she can't afford to). I was then with CF and we rode on a beautiful old-world decorated train carriage. I had to get off to help Mum with shopping at Mill Park Stables Shopping Centre. I watched the train ride off without me. It didn't need tracks, it created its own as it drove along.
At MP, I had ice cream with a newly arrived Filipino friend and then went for a jog. I came back to help my mother with the shopping.
Some sort of surreal theatrical play was on. The stage was supported by secondhand books, as it was next to a secondhand bookshop.
I ran through the aisles of seating. I came across the boy I liked most recently, and embraced him from behind. He seemed to like that I held him so warmly. Several times, I kissed him on his cheek. Unusually, for him, it was rough and had a couple of days' growth. I didn't have the courage to kiss him on the lips, but kissed him as close as I could manage - right at the corner of his lips.
Somehow, kissing him gave me a mouthful of ants. Disturbed, I ran across an alternate version of my old university, Melbourne. I stopped every so often to pull dead ants out of my mouth. It was horrifying: there were so many.
