mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Tue 17/11/09

Quite some convoluted dreaming. Let's see how I go with getting them down.

Again, on some sort of school or family-type camp. I think we're in the Philippines. I'm spending a few days some family friends for some sort of special occasion - I can't remember which exactly.

The next part of the special occasion requires myself and my brother to fly to Auckland to take part in some video game-inspired tournament. We can't go, as we can't afford to. Also, I'm looking after my family friends' siblings as they are too lazy to. I have to pack up my room at camp, as well as theirs and we all have to be out by 5pm. I also have to pack up my mother's room. I'm stressed.

They fly off to New Zealand and I feel very lonely. So lonely that I want to spend time with my mother but she has to go to work. I begin to wander around the Philippines and go to some shopping centre. I'm sifting through comics and Peanuts stickers when I stumble across a class for children. They are doing some sort of improv/theatre workshop. I see 'Oulipo' mentioned and jot down the title of the book they are working from which is translated from Italian. The teacher invites me to talk about Oulipo.

They peer at my legs and bind them and ask me to pirouette. I tell them that my legs do not have hair because I felt it kinder to those who might see them, in the heat of the Australian sun.

I suddenly found myself in my old village. There were lots of bars. I went to one and ordered a pint of Carlton Draught and the bartender said it was the last one left. I didn't want to drink the last one, so I told him I'd be back when I had money and would order something else. I thought about calling @casus_belli to see if he fancied an impromptu drunkard session.

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Then all of a sudden, I was dining and drinking with @rperdio and @tristankenney. Ryan took us to some swanky joints and I found myself at a table with my old schoolmates - Evan, Damien, Frank, Steven M. Someone was marrying Jane and they were cutting glass bowls to steal. I disapproved but drank my gorgeous alcoholic drink.

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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, Tue 8/9/09

I'm back at high school and under the impression that the people I considered my friends are not my real friends. As soon as graduation is announced, I decide to skip attending the ceremony (coincidentally, I did this when I graduated at university - I was pretty unwell at the time and just opted to receive my degree by post. It is still in my room, in its cardboard tube).

Then my family decided they wanted to go out for dinner. I tried to get them to book a table but they wouldn't listen to my logic. When we got to the venue, there was this woman who was really half-octopus, half-woman and kept trying to seduce men in a particular family. Behind her ear there was a growth that gave her away as being an octopus, though upon recalling it, it sounds more alien than it does octopusish.

I pulled a tentacle - it had infinite eyes and reminded me of sea anemone.

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dream, Thu 9/7/09

Sigh. I'm still dreaming about high school. Which was ages ago, seriously.

Anyway, this one is about me and my schoolfriend Louise. For some reason we can fly. It's our last week of classes in our final year and I go to the bungalows where the Year 8 classes are typically held. I'm the only one there. Eventually I find my Year 8 teacher Mrs Gorey and apologise for being late. She says, it's okay, you don't really have to come to class this week, remember?

Eventually, more of us are seated, and she wipes mote from Cathy's eye. (Cathy was in my dream yesterday).

Louise and I go out and find out this amazing flying technique. It's some sort of French medieval art that's been passed down by secret societies. My first love Craig knows about it. For some reason, he's teaching other people about it, even though he's not supposed to.

Craig is easily one of the most attractive boys in my year level. All the girls want him. This was true at the time. It is true in my dream. We're all on a bus and I realise, he's got all us girls on this bus to fight it out for him. To see who can win him. I refuse to fight, believing I've no chance. Some of the other, more popular girls do stupid things to get his attention.

For some reason he's out to get others who know about this mysterious medieval French flying technique. He wants to kill them. Except those he's fathered. He points out their locations to me, on a map. I'm horrified.

This flying business ties into another part of the dream where I'm in a shopping centre, craving wading in water, and at a club full of Japanese people and talking to them in basic Japanese.

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dream, Sat 9/5/09

Again, yesterday's dream is forgotten: one of the first few dreams that upon waking was very hard to recall.

Today's was set in a house, with two of my former music school housemates. It didn't look anything like the house we'd originally shared but it's a house I've seen in my dreams before - much more spacious and sumptuous. Even our neighbour I'd seen before. He came over to tell us his pet lizard had escaped and to keep a look out for it - this meant that it was loose in our house somewhere. It left green-black faeces everywhere in the carpet and we madly cleaned it up.

We all had room to practice - and for some reason, this house was now the house two of my ex-partners had lived in. I can remember that apparently they'd always made me use one particular bathroom and not the other one, despite that not being the main one.

I went to A's part of the house: for some reason she had her own kitchen, bathroom and even practice room. There was a party in her room - a beautiful, sophisticated old-world one. Many of my primary school and high schoolmates were there. We were all playing different instruments from different periods - even early music ones (I'm a early musician in real life and they often do not play with modern instruments). SB was there and he had a horribly chauvinistic male friend with him who uttered comments on how much "meat" there was, meaning attractive females. I slapped SB and not the person who said this. A primary school friend came up to me and remembered my face. He had some deformity sticking out of his shoulder blade.

Then we all had to pack up and suddenly I was with NM and LR. JD was chasing me as I was half-naked and CS came to save me despite my having a beautiful Japanese sword. I whispered in his ear that he could have said anything to have me - he seemed unaware of this. He came to save me.

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