mspixieears’s dream blog

dreams, Mon 29/6/09 & Tue 30/6/09

Dammit, I forgot Monday's dreams.

Today's were pretty crazy because last night I took zolpidem.

@swingdag was apparently from this made-up province in the Philippines and the dialect of Filipino she spoke was derived from sweet pet-talk. I don't remember the (fictional) name for the dialect but it sounded like 'palawagan'.

Myself and Stu were riding on a toy train through Preston - we passed a restaurant where someone was playing a harmonica - this was where I met up with @swingdag. She started to play the harmonica which was covered in a blanket, and it was sitting in a chair. She played and it somehow became lodged in her mouth, moving further down. When she pulled it out of her mouth, it smoked as if newly removed from an oven and was completely dry.

A workmate sat next to me and decided to share some of his homemade pizza. I said it was only fair I bought him a cup of coffee. I went in search of this alternate version of Melbourne Uni's Union House that I've seen in a previous dream for a good coffee shop. Union House had more storeys in my dream than it does in real life. Part of it was closed. I ended up buying some iced confection and as I was eating it, this young, attractive Italian man started to stroke my back. I swatted his hand away. Workmate eventually found me and joined me. He hugged me from behind and started to try to kiss my cheek. I squirmed out of his arms.

I was staying at some amazing apartment, but left to shower at another one a few doors down. I had the shower running and was looking for clothes or something when a New Zealand woman went in and began showering. I was pretty annoyed, and she was very rude to me. I was given some sort of pouch containing nail polish, lipgloss and girly keyrings, as well as a pair of stockings with calligraphic poetry quotes. A girl next to me wanted the things in my pouch and started to stroke my leg. I told her there was no need to do that and if she wanted a different colour lipgloss all she need do was ask me. I left and went into the shower, holding a pair of mismatched pastel pink heels which turned patent leather black when they accidentally got wet.

Last fragment: I had some crazy-strict teacher like my first boyfriend's mother. I told the obese school bully in my friendship (this person is directly from my high school days) that I was going to report her bullying. She merely laughed at me. I hid from this teacher, but she found me stark naked in a wardrobe and gave me back my confiscated bike. She liked me as a student even though her brightest student was a one year old girl. We all turned up to class according to how smart we were - she wanted to spend more time with the smarter students, so the less bright ones turned up earlier. I was second next to this one-year-old prodigy.

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dream, Thu 28/5/09

This dream contains elements than some might find offensive. Kindly discontinue reading if you think this might apply to you.

In a car with CW, my father on his left side, me on the right. For some stupid reason, CW is driving, and despite us sitting at the back of the car, he's able to drive. He tells off my father for fiddling with the console that is usually on the driver's side. We're driving at night in Melbourne's city centre, or maybe near Lygon St.

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I'm in a dingy bathroom, weirdly in a modern house. For some reason, I know it to be my second home, in Croydon, England.

There's a problem with the bar lights. I dress as quickly as I can because I don't entirely trust the bathroom. Besides, my father needs to use it straight after me.

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FD is driving me round in a car, in the suburb I currently live in, and it's night. For some reason, he pulls over and doesn't mind me masturbating in the back seat because I can't control my urges.

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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 26/3/09

Please be advised if you're offended easily, it's probably best to not continue reading.

Two images, mainly: I licked my dry finger to touch it to my privates.

Suddenly, I was in the shower at my parents' place, the bathroom I used to share with my brother. I remember the warmth of the water raining down on my bare back, between my shoulder blades. It felt wonderful.

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