mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Tue 1/12/09

In a massive shopping centre with a family friend that everyone really dislikes (he is my parents' age and left his wife and job with no warning, to go interstate and set up home with another woman. When that didn't work out, he came back to his wife, who oddly took him back. He has also fathered a child with his wife's niece who lived with them for a time when I was still a child).

I've seen part of this shopping centre before in another dream - the section we're looking for is a grand books section.

We finally get on a lift and try to get to this section. The directions are in various Romance languages - French, Spanish, Italian.

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Then we are in a car. My father is in front passenger seat and this disliked family friend is in the driver's. My brother is a toddler and I am hooking him up to his child seat. He's not liking it but I keep telling him that I need to do this to keep him safe.

We are driving through a forest and there are music books hanging from the branches - some viola da gamba books which I apparently have (though not in real life).

Then all of a sudden, my mother is there and she is only interested in the place because my uncle Edwin from the Philippines has been there. Otherwise she wouldn't care at all, as is also the case in real life.

It somehow comes about that my father is bisexual and having an affair with this hated family friend.

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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, Wed 8/7/09

This dream contains distressing concepts. Kindly discontinue reading if you think you might be offended.

I was playing with some sort of Korg-like device (am most reminded of Hobnox console and the Korg game on the Nintendo DS) and it was teaching me to manipulate a song. I was following the instructions to the letter but my brother decided he didn't like what I was doing, and didn't like the Garbage song that was playing. He told me to change it but I didn't want to, so he stuck a finger up my bottom to punish me. I screamed like I'd been raped, understandably so. I did actually shout out loud whilst dreaming as I was waking up.

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I can see buildings like that at my high school. I'm running, to another posh high school. I have to run through an army camp to get there. Everyone is in uniform except me. I manage to escape and this guy won't stop following me. He asks me what my last name is and I tell him that it's none of his business.

I get to this beautiful, old-world leafy cluster of buildings. I can't find the school I'm looking for so I enter this government-type building. I go down an escalator and after that realise that I can't escape. We're in some massive shopping centre type place that transports people on escalators and conveyor belts. It takes years to see the outside world again. They've tricked us. They tell us that we're just about to get to leave, but then they won't let us hop on the appropriate escalators to take us to the exits.

After about five or so years, one of the people I'm travelling with decides to kill one of our companions by suffocating her because she insists that we're not being lied to. He kills her so easily and so coldly by pinching shut her nostrils and covering her mouth.

Eventually there's some sort of revolt from the inside and we escape but we've all forgotten how to live outside. We've spent so much time travelling on moving belts and escalators that we don't remember what to do outside.

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dream, Mon 13/4/09

I couldn't find my car in my primary school carpark. I was to drive to another school, as my high school self. Another primary schoolmate didn't want us to drive together despite us going to the same place.

Some weird underground tunnel excavation site. A man was throwing massive rocks at me and I appeared to be catching them. For some reason, his daughter was in hospital. Then a bus tried to drive through these intricate tunnels. It led to where my high school was having some sort of party to celebrate my last day in high school. I'd been sitting in my classroom and none of my friends would talk to me. One of my friends who also went to the same university as me was decked out in the most amazing dress - I remember that she was not well-liked in high school. My family rode away on bikes after not staying long at this expensive function that I forgot to dress up for.

Then for some reason I had to thaw out a child: we gently dipped him in lukewarm water and waited till he warmed up. He was thin, brown and scrawny for his age.

Then we were in some weird, unfinished shopping centre. In one area, there were glass shards everywhere. A cat had jumped into the shards. I picked him up and began dusting the shards off him. I wouldn't let him walk anywhere as I didn't want his paws to get shards in them. I wondered why no one else in the centre cared.

Without the cat, I ended up in a foreign language bookshop. I tried to find the French section. Some children showed me where it was: we had to hop in some papier mache display, and she uttered two words which I've now forgotten so the ground we were on rose, and took me to the book section I was after.

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dream, Tue 3/3/09

My family and I were in this large shopping centre-theme park sort of place. It was amazing - it had everything: shops, apartments, restaurants. It was basically a city but covered. We ran around and did various things. There was even a house within this complex. Though the theme park was supposedly in Hong Kong, the multi-storey house was in Britain - Croydon, to be precise, because we went to this house to visit an old family that that known us for decades. They'd known me since I'd been born.

The house had five storeys. It was an old-style mansion, and someone had taken one of the floors and decided it would exclusively look like the British Victorian era. The people there, we all knew one another either from England or Australia. I couldn't believe how well-off my Croydon family contact were. The eldest child was missing. His mother told me he was perverted. I later found out all this meant was he liked to go out and party.

My parents had gone supermarket shopping and bought so many things. I didn't understand why they got things perfectly available in Australia. It had all been weighed and fine to take back home to Australia.

When we exited this Croydon mansion, we apparently drove to this Hong Kong theme park. I had an apartment there. I couldn't find it. I went into a lift with a girl who looked like she might be from Japan. She reprimanded me for speaking so loudly in the lift. The lifts moved flawlessly - so fast and yet not jerky at all. It took us to a car park.

The theme park shut down. The workers disappeared, and the lights went off. I finally found my apartment but it was too late. A girl I once knew watched me running with my family and laughed with her family. We finally got told to go in one of the lifts. A boy had retrieved a book and purse I'd left there. I was grateful. We got into the lifts and they led to the car park, so we could leave. Some people had to sacrifice themselves in order for us to leave, by jumping off a tall ledge.

My former lover N smashed jars of sweets to distract people from seeing us. Somehow we all made it into cars. A friend from a musical society promised me beer at his house. We used the one seatbelt to buckle us both into one seat.

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