mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Thu 5/11/09

What a convoluted dream.

I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.

My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.

After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.

Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.

We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.

Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.

He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.

He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.

I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.

I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.

I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.

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dream, Sun 1/11/09

This dream contains concepts that some might find distressing. If you think this applies to you, please stop reading now.

I am finally able to open my high school locker and get out the book I need to read in its entirety for my English exam. Unusually, I can't remember where my locker is as I've not used it in some time.

My schoolfriend Liz shows me and someone else opens it for me to show how useless the locks are on it.

I get my book and go.

I am heading to my current boyfriend's house. He's not there so I am allowed to sleep a while in a spare room. It looks nothing like his actual house. When I wake up and pack, my ex's brother is out there with friends. We don't talk and as I can't find my boyfriend's father to say goodbye and thank you, I leave.

I can't find my car. I walk around for a while. It's like my memories before I napped have been stolen from me. My car is very different from my actual one in real life. I don't find it and am apparently wandering around Clifton Hill. I then end up at university and am told that my application has been lost and it's like I didn't actually apply.

I buy some Japanese sweets off a stall and keep walking. I get taken in by a group of Japanese people. We all sit down and they make some delicious Japanese noodle dishes but not for me, because I am gaijin. They know my Japanese ex. I tell them that he is a rapist. They say they know because he is in the habit of filming people he anally rapes and then uploads the clips onto the internet. I am worried that I might be in one such clip. A girl laughs at me and says, yes, I've seen you.

People around us begin to fall dead to the ground. We begin to lay sheets over them. Other people begin to flock to one other male in the group, praying that he will heal them. I begin to smack people out of the way with a heavy cloth. Another man, Asian and unknown to me, comes up to me and says that he is my intended true love. I say that I cannot feel the same way about him.

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dream, Wed 29/7/09

My dream recall is getting really good: I'm writing this on Sun 2/8.

I was living in North Melbourne. For some reason, my mother was searching for a new place to live and she went to a real estate agent at 5.30pm. She was angry that they didn't have any other places to show her. The places she was interested in were 800,000 at least.

Then I was at some strange university-like place. There were different lecturers showing off.

I parked in a 4-hour parking spot in North Melbourne, perfectly. It was near my old place but it was on a fictional street that just looked like it belonged in my old neighbourhood.

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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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dream, Wed 11/3/09

Some sort of surreal theatrical play was on. The stage was supported by secondhand books, as it was next to a secondhand bookshop.

I ran through the aisles of seating. I came across the boy I liked most recently, and embraced him from behind. He seemed to like that I held him so warmly. Several times, I kissed him on his cheek. Unusually, for him, it was rough and had a couple of days' growth. I didn't have the courage to kiss him on the lips, but kissed him as close as I could manage - right at the corner of his lips.

Somehow, kissing him gave me a mouthful of ants. Disturbed, I ran across an alternate version of my old university, Melbourne. I stopped every so often to pull dead ants out of my mouth. It was horrifying: there were so many.

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