mspixieears’s dream blog

dream #1, Fri 27/11/09

Having a lot of trouble in the sleep department, sigh.

First dream inspired by Twitter. Dear god.

Real life background: a friend posted on Twitter that she was annoyed about not being invited to some function I was supposedly at. This bothered me, as I would never not invite someone unintentionally and I was pretty sure she was out of town at the time, or unable to attend.

Dream: She began to send me abusive e-mails and direct messages, so I had to block her. I called her ex-boyfriend with whom I am friends, and he was pretty shocked. We agreed to meet up at a pub and have a drink.

I was driving in some imaginary part of Melbourne and parked on an unfamiliar street. There were people hanging outside, but they were friendly and not threatening. I walked to a pub I'd never been to. There were beautiful women purring in gorgeous foreign accents, and they told me to leave after my one drink. Feeling deflated, I began to leave, and saw my workmate Stu there. I couldn't believe we had bumped into each other. He was very drunk and vague.

I left and a family friend picked me up by car. He was driving the wrong way to my car, and I told him so, and he turned around and drove me to my car.

I was staying at some strange place. It reminded me of the old Olympic Village houses in Heidelberg. Stu was in the frontyard, with smashed longnecks of VB beer. A man was yelling at him to go away and I stepped in to defend him.

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dream, Sun 28/6/09

I was lying on a bed next to my brother and telling him about how the maths I did at high school was more useful for people wanting to be engineers, and that the maths he did was much more practical. T was sitting at a desk, and when I asked him for confirmation, he nodded that I was correct.

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Was angry and decided to storm off because T snored and stole too much bedclothes. I accidentally posted on Twitter from his iPhone about something very literary (might have had something to do with the Robert Frost lectures I've been listening to) but quickly deleted it as I was scared people would know it was from me and not him.

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dream, Sat 13/6/09

My brother and his wife are getting a new house in some fictional new estate that is further north out of Melbourne than where I currently live. The houses there are made of grey stone - similar to cobblestones but more grey. They say that their initial house was built, people squatted in it and then found out that it wasn't built to their specific instructions, so it got torn down.

For some reason the area reminds me slightly of Stonehenge.

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A man is standing outside a restaurant he works at, enticing people to come in. Every so often, he shouts witty but nasty things. The street he's in reminds me of the street Black Books is set in. Someone goes up to him and suggests he uses Twitter. He thinks the suggestion ridiculous. The person feels slighted and I tell them not to take it personally because I've conversed with him and he's been rude to me afterwards.

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Weirdly, I'm in some sort of department store like Myer and shopping for American Crew hair products. Or Stila (who don't even make haircare). We're wandering in this large, tacky place and at one counter I see a couple of brothers that look like Z and S. I cannot stop staring at them, even though it is not them. They even have the same names.

We have this grandmother-like person in tow and apparently she has cancer - this means that every so often she throws up and soils herself. She is very offensive to her beautiful daughter, who looks like a film star.

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Stuck in some kind of fairytale land - we were apparently reliving Margaret Atwood's version of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, so as you can imagine, it had some fantastic feminist slant to it. There was a beautiful forest and at one stage I looked up in the sky and saw Tetris blocks forming and falling.

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dream, Tue 2/6/09

I kept punching this male in the face. I cannot remember if he is known to me or not. A female friend advised me to stop, arguing that it would hurt my knuckles. I argued that I felt fine and to demonstrate my point, would hit the male in the face again.

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I don't know what he was doing there, but after apparently conversing with a friend of his on Twitter, I saw KB on the street - it might have been Bourke St, just outside Starbucks. His friend thought I was trying too hard to be youthful and cool and so I went up to KB angrily and told him all the things I was doing in the week and how none of those things were at any places he liked to frequent.

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dream, Wed 1/4/09

I got a job as a shop assistant at a really nice French boutique that sold clothing. When I say French, I mean that it was in France. I struggled to remember my French and as soon as I was put on my first shift, the shop was flooded with people.

One such person was a young boy, reminding me very much of the main male protagonist in Francois Truffaut's film Les quatre cent coups. He wasn't quite a teen, dressed in black and had a shorn head. He kept trying to steal things from the shop and forced me to be rough with him. I would grab him by his collar and roughly escort out of the shop and unsuccessfully lock him out. My work colleague didn't seem fussed by him and told me that he was an alcoholic, and a frequent nuisance to the shop.

One man caught that I wasn't French and started speaking to me in English, to slight my French skills. I said "putain" to him and he laughed.

Another Englishman asked me for help. He eyed my skirt and slid his hand up my exposed thigh. I told him off and said he couldn't get away with that sort of thing and his friends laughed. He tried to touch my leg again and I slapped him. This seemed to amuse him. His eyes sparkled.

I struggled with running the shop and my work colleague didn't seem intent on helping me.

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My parents had moved to a new house. It looked to be on Flinders St in the city, but for some reason was said to be in North Fitzroy. The house was a mansion. I went to a nearby park and encountered some men with affectionate dogs. I scooped up my cat to protect him and walked up a street. He sat in my arms calmly, without complaint. As I walked, we passed a man being attended to by a man and woman as he'd falled off his bike and been hurt slightly.

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When I returned to this new home, I went to my laptop and there were Melbourne Twitter people newly added onto my IM client (@coliwilso, @evolkween). There were new messages from other people.

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There was some sort of play and I was a member of the musical band that played the music for the play. Most of the people seemed to be from EMS. Three main members had main parts in the play. For some reason, we were to move around some alternate version of Melbourne Uni performing. We were in costume and had to sing at certain times.

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