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.

* * *

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.

* * *

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 digest, 27-29/9/09

27/9/09

A male friend of mine wanted to have sex with me. I said no, even though he put a chain around me. I told him it was better for us to remain friends. I was then in a house where I was not welcome. A Chinese man found me and told me to leave.

28/9/09

In another house with a female acquaintance and her fictional sisters. I can't really remember what I was doing there.

29/9/09

Inside my parents' house. For some reason, the part where our bedrooms are had a busted circuit and the lights wouldn't switch on. This seemed to distress me a little.

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dream, Thu 16/7/09

I was in bed with both a male and female friend. We were all naked in about to begin having a threesome.

The male friend was my lover, whereas the female friend just a friend, who lives abroad. She took great fancy to my lover, understandably so, I thought. They began to kiss and he said he liked kissing her. Unexpectedly, I became jealous. More so when my female friend insisted on having sex with my lover, as if I weren’t even there. He asked me for my permission to do so and reluctantly I said I’d prefer for him not to, but I didn’t feel right forbidding him as such. It looked like they were about to proceed so I left the bed, upset.

I don’t know whose house it was – it didn’t look familiar. I heard movement in the house. My lover had left the bed and decided not to sleep with my friend, but she was chasing him. She desired him deeply and was very vocal about it. I could hear her even though I was in another far wing of the house. My lover went into a room and started to talk to someone on the phone. Still naked, I went and put my head to the ornate wooden door. I didn’t know what he was talking about, or to whom. I just wanted him to talk to me but he seemed so preoccupied. My friend’s voice became hysterical as she called for my lover. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to talk to him, but I wasn’t interested in dissuading him from being with someone else. It didn’t really make much sense.

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dream, Tue 2/6/09

This dream was quite an adventure!

My father took my brother and I through this jungle-esque desert-like landscape - I've no idea where the place was. It was very, very rocky and sometimes dangerous. I was always afraid of losing my footing. Eventually my father left and my brother started riding on a motorbike around the area, despite him being told not to.

KR was there and for some reason, we decided we were going to have sex. I went into the nearby hut and shut the door so her father wouldn't see us making love.

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dream, Sun 24/5/09

This dream contains sexual concepts that some may find distressing or offensive. Kindly stop reading if you think this may apply to you.

(It's quite amusing - I was just talking to one of my best friends last night about how my dreams have ceased to be sexual and then I have this one. Curiouser and curiouser...)

My brother and I were children (I perhaps eight, my brother about five - coincidentally the exact ages we were when we arrived in Australia from England) and we were with our father. We were in some dystopic setting, sort of underground - to be honest, it reminds me of the awesome train system in World of Warcraft. All the trains/carriages were full and it was for some reason essential to our survival that we get on one otherwise we would freeze to death. Time was running out. Eventually, we found one - it seemed to be disconnected from all other carriages and it was at a dead-end. We were about to get into it when we discovered that it was full of half-rotting prisoners. I couldn't bear the smell and my father was very stern that for survival we would have to. I insisted I couldn't, whereas my brother instantly jumped into the carriage.

It felt like some of them moved as if stirring from a very deep sleep. My father dragged out one of the prisoners and we both began to lay next to him. Unfortunately, he began to actually wake up - he wasn't dying. My father hopped into the carriage and told me to lie next to the prisoner. We were in trouble if this prisoner woke up. The carriage was open from the back and my father began to shout instructions to me. I was really confused as to why he wanted me to do what he told me to do.

My father told me to open the man's trousers. Still confused, I obeyed but struggled. The prisoner helped me. I recall quite vividly - he wore navy jean-like trousers, and the zipper and button at top were brass. The prisoner gently took out his erect member from his underwear. My father told me to put my fingers around it and stroke it. It was massive and again, I did as I was told but the pressure I put on it was too gentle. I stroked up and down the member and the prisoner told me to do it faster. My small hand struggled with this and the prisoner put his hand over mine, as if to show me, and we continued to stroke together.

I had no idea why anyone would do this - I'd seen my brother's member and it didn't resemble the prisoner's at all. I didn't understand the difference.

Eventually, the prisoner came, and he turned to his side to do so. I watched his facial expressions and kept asking my father, was he is in pain, was he in pain, why was he in pain. The prisoner finished and zipped up his trousers and explained to me that sometimes when people are really, really happy, it looks like they are in extreme pain. We both slept on our sides.

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The next part of the dream I remember is two Transformers (old-school, none of this new Michael Bay shit) in an alleyway. One was minuscule, the other massive. The minuscule one was begging next to a puddle. The large one then issued a command which effectively made the minuscule one commit suicide - by going face-down into the puddle. I heard the noise of electricity and water clashing. I didn't understand why the large one would do this - they were both Autobots. I watched in horror as the Autobot badge of the large one changed into that of a Deceptacon! He laughed the laugh of the comically evil.

* * *

Then I'm fully grown and with a girl who I used to know all throughout primary and high schools, till we fell out due to her big sister's wedding. We were going shopping in this amazing underground (literally, not "underground" as in exclusive) market. I'd got into a shop and found a hideous belt. She sat nearby and we spoke to a man from Mauritius - I spoke to him in French. I found this beautiful but tacky fingerless glove/sleeve thing - it was made of stocking material and fluoro pink and black with a bit of lace trim. It was perfect for covering my scarred left arm! It even showed off a nice tattoo I had on my forearm (that which I do not have in real life).

She got angry and decided to leave without me. As she had my bag, I couldn't pay and so I left without this glove/sleeve. I got lost in the rabbit tunnels of the underground market till eventually I came across people from EMS having some weird version of Monday pub night. JW was there and was uncharacteristically nasty to me. There were several familiar faces and we ended up going back to some place to sleep. We were all paired up differently - as if our romantic partners in real life had been shuffled so we got someone else's partner. I was too dizzy to sleep.

* * *

I was at some cafe and an old schoolmate walked in. I told him Bjork was covering Radiohead's "Everything In Its Right Place" and was shocked I'd never heard the cover before.

* * *

Again, some amazing fantasy setting - a little similar to the grandeur of places in the third Lord of the Rings film. I was tall, stately, and dressed in ivory and apparently king (yes, I retained my female features but in this world was male) of this place. As I walked through, people would come up to me and link arms with me for a stroll and I welcomed them to do so. I wanted to be approachable to all. A woman came up to me, dressed in black and her bodice was jewelled black - it looked stunning. She asked me questions - hard ones, such as in all the kingdom, what would I choose as most important to keep? We walked for a while, arms linked and I told her I would like nothing more than to spend time talking and eating with my partner (who was female, and known to be female despite donning similar attire to my male-female self). She said that was a good answer. An old musty-smelling Jewish man then walked by my left side with me and sang a song. I did not know what the song was about but found it immensely comforting.

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dream, Mon 11/5/09

This dream contains sexual concepts that might offend. Kindly stop reading if you think this may apply to you.

Patchy remembering again - I took too long to jot it down.

I was at a university. I'd gone to what looked like a very seedy toilet as apparently I'd become so sexually aroused I needed to relieve myself. There was a reason for this, but I can't recall why.

The toilets were disgusting and either had no paper or were just filthy. I searched for one with paper and eventually came across one. It looked like someone had made a home in it. I hesistated but closed the door and unzipped my jeans. I was just reaching for my privates when the door opened. A gorgeous Asian girl came in. Her name was Ellen. I was humiliated. She told me not to stop and said she would help. I said I was sorry for being in her cubicle and she didn't mind at all and proceeded to help me. I was nervous about kissing her. We kissed and she and slid her hand down my panties and penetrated me.

When we finished, she left and I walked out just after. I asked her why she commandeered the cubicle and wasn't she afraid of losing her things? She said that she wasn't, and that for some reason, people respected her taking the space and didn't take her things. We grinned at each other before she disappeared amidst a sea of people and I shut the toilet's main door to shield everyone from the stench of evacuated bowels.

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dreams, Sat 25/4/09 & Sun 26/4/09

Sat 25/4/09

I was driving around in the Philippines, in the village one side of my family is from. I was trying to find parking and was frazzled because I was warned not to get out of my car or people would attack me. The roads were so narrow. Eventually, I did find parking, next to some sort of tractor-type thing. A man was operating it, digging earth. I stepped out of my car. I knew I wasn't supposed to park where I did. As if to prove this point, the ground around me began to bleed lava. I stepped and jumped around gingerly, to avoid being burnt by it.

This next dream contains sexual concepts which some may find distressing. Kindly discontinue reading if you are not comfortable with this.

Sun 26/4/09

In the first 'story' of the dream, I was actually two people - an eleven-year-old girl, and a fourteen-year-old girl. We were these beautiful brown (that is, darker than me) girls of Malay-Asiatic origin). I kept swapping between the two personalities. This muscly Pacific Islander man wanted to sleep with each of us. He eventually managed to sleep with the eleven-year-old me, telling me that he would be gentle (I was still quite small whereas he was fully grown). I was petrified, but he was gentle. We showered together in this insanely modern bathroom that seemed to exist in a more run-down shack-type house that reminded me of my provincial Filipino grandmother's house. There was quite a mess to clean off. Soon, the man slept with fourteen-year-old me, not realising that I was a virgin. We also showered to clean the mess in the same uber-modern bathroom.

Then the second story of the dream began. I was driving up a dirt track, past a giant television implanted into the ground. I passed a tin shack with women screaming. I knew that they were being tortured. A very broad Australian man's voice talked casually over the screaming. I found it highly distressing.

I don't remember how it happened, but after driving over the hill, I found myself part of some American secret army operative in Mexico. They were killing informants who had ceased to be informants and were allowed to return to America. The Mexicans didn't want the informants going back to tell Americans what Mexico was like. I drove around in a jeep (more similar to a Filipino jeepney than an army vehicle) and watched Mexican peasants wailing over people being killed. They thought it was their loved ones in body bags on the sides of the roads but it was really informants. This man in our team accidentally killed one woman in our team - she was the smartest. To save us, she scooped up a bomb and ran as far away as she could from us, sacrificing herself. She went to a building and the bomb blew up. When it detonated, an undiscovered ancient Aztec-type building was revealed.

Our team was then all of a sudden in a house, trapped inside with a lethal snake. One of us caught it and put it into a tube similar to what architecture students carry around with them. This same idiot who accidentally shot the smart woman in our team accidentally let out the snake. A family friend suddenly arrived and tried to vacuum it up. Another member in our team caught it by hand but it bit him and he died instantly, sitting on a desk. Eventually we realised, and found the snake next to him. It was caught again.

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dream, Thu 2/4/09

My room was like it used to be in high school, except that I wasn't at high school anymore. A girl in my friendship group who used to bully me a lot was coming to visit me. She is morbidly obese. I don't know why, but we began to make love. At first we were just sharing my bed (despite not me having a double bed in my real high school bedroom). Then I began to seduce her. Her chest was flat, and her sex was massive - the lips were like some frightening orchid. Next to us, my Year 7 maths textbook dropped onto the bed from out of nowhere.

The bed disappeared because we'd angered God. I went to the spare room. The bed there too had also disappeared for the same reason. Things around the house kept on disappearing and I was scared my mother would find out and punish me for making love to a woman. The spare room became filled with some weird alien-zombie hybrid. They took me and some other people I knew for a ride in one of their futuristic open-roof tanks. They ran over everything organic and living - trees were turned into woodchips instantly.

There was death and destruction everywhere, but we were safe as long as we stayed in the tank. I wanted a helmet as I was scared of getting hurt but the alien-zombie creature didn't seem to think I needed one.

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