mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Fri 6/11/09

I was in some sort of video game. The video game resembled work. A woman told me off because she said 'take down' to me and I didn't understand what she meant. I asked her, and she told me to stop being smart with her. I said I really didn't know what she meant and was sorry. She just told me to drop what I was holding and leave, as all employees were instructed to do so.

There was a part of the place we were in that was the 'hard' part of the video game. We all kept getting killed.

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My mother and brother were arguing. Apparently the only way I could settle the argument was by phoning Stephen Fry. I rang him, and we were looking at the same page of a book, comparing the illustration. I corrected him and he thanked me. I was telling my brother and mother that I corrected Stephen Fry who knows all about something! They didn't know who he was. I didn't understand how they could not know when we'd all lived in England for so long.

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dream, Tue 27/10/09

My brother was in bed and wanted me to make him coffee. I told him he'd have to get up to at least choose what variety of coffee he'd like (we have these new pod coffee machine things). I somehow got conned into bringing him the coffee menu in bed.

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My ear was aching. I had some paracetamol/codeine which apparently only worked when if I was taking it everyday, and not a once-off dose, as I wanted. I was at work and a man came through the telephone. I wasn't allowed to leave early even though I was going to miss a doctor's appointment.

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I forgot that yesterday I dreamt of a Delorian - I was really excited about seeing it and was telling my mother but she didn't seem to share my enthusiasm. It was a light mint green, like it'd been washed with white.

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dream, Fri 25/9/09

I was going to work and travelling on a road that looked Royal Pde in Parkville. I travelled partially by tram, and walked some of the way. I got to work and my workmate Sue told me she'd just been put on antidepressants and was struggling with the nausea they can sometimes cause. I had got there too early and said I wished I'd brought my musical instruments so I can go across the road and practise (Royal Pde in Parkville opposite Melbourne Uni has some music houses).

So I left briefly, while I waited for my shift to start. I walked up College Cres and saw @tephdee squatting in a carpark. I can't remember what we talked about entirely, except that I told her I wished I could nominate what hours I could work in, say, pick 30 hours, and then do my 30 hours of work at home, whenever I pleased. She left me to meet a friend at a clock supposedly at Melbourne Uni (there's no clock of repute that I can think of on campus).

I tried to find my way back to work and couldn't and instead ran through people's houses. Now I was in England and being led through one house to another by helpful Caribbean folk. The men were dressed in 70s suits, not disco-ish, but a very old-fashioned neat. I bumped into my old workmate Nikolaki and said I was happy to see him, as he seemed to have left quite abruptly and none of us got to say goodbye to him initially.

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dream part 2, Mon 21/9/09

I'm at work. Some weird alternative version at work that looks more like a cafe and is supposedly in Queen St in the city. For some reason @joshsharp is there, telling me how to feed my cable through the window so I can connect it up to the computer. As soon as I manage to do that, everyone immediately moves to the other side of the window and sets up camp there.

We all shuffle inside and my bags are left at the door. I go to retrieve them and then some of us are told to sit down, some of us to move on. The interior of this place reminds me of Loop Bar, again, in the city.

I'm told to go through a door with a bunch of others and we are all walking through a corridor. We keep on walking and for some reason my fat bully classmate is leading the walk and walking faster than the rest of us. I'm left behind and there seem to be a number of obstacles to pass through. My friend Stu and I are left behind, alone. We have to balance on beams and run from two men chasing us. He goes the wrong way, but I follow and we have to navigate through this weird jelly wall that has pressed flowers embedded in it.

Then I'm alone, this time my Japanese ex is there. We meet three young Japanese girls with some sort of pixie magic. They're not supposed to use it and he singles them out. The bad men see us and shine some sort of ray that obliterates the girls. I'm furious and hide in this room - which appears to be a gargantuan furniture showroom.

Eventually I make it out and am now in a dimly lit bar where there is Flamenco music playing, and people dancing. After I exit, I'm in another corridor, with carnival performers. They heckle me for money, so I toss them a coin. One tries to shove balloons up my bottom.

After that, I walk on pavement through an industrial part of town. I can see my fat bully classmate now. I make it to our new building and still get left behind. I scan myself in and find I'm in the wrong area. It all looks so sleek and black and foreboding.

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dream, Sat 11/7/09

 An ex-friend was being a creep and stroking me on the back in a placating manner. I was frightened because she was mad at me. Then there was some kind of party. Family friends were there, and my mobile phone battery fell apart into several small pieces so I bought another one. Thankfully I had enough money to get one.

I took a work-related call that was over twelve minutes long, at home. Then I went travelling to some Japanese-inspired resorts and somehow ran into this other ex-friend - a very snobby rich girl who was not open-minded. I think she tried to throw me in a nearby river.

I wrote a three-line poem. I cannot remember the first line, which was a full, complete sentence but the next two lines were:

I'm broken

m(end *e)

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dream part 2, Sun 26/4/09

My father was being looked after by my mother. They were trying to hide what had happened to him. He said that at work there were not enough nurses to patients and that a fight broke out and one psychotic patient slashed him with a knife. I saw the straight cut on his forearm before it was bandaged. I remembered not being freaked out in my dream because I remembered that I had seen worse in real life. They didn't realise that. I started ranting about how the government doesn't put enough funding into the public health system and how I thought Kevin Rudd (Australian PM for the international readers) would make things better.

(note: sadly, this is strangely relevant to my real life: both my parents work in the public health sector and their main focus is psychiatric illness. Both have sustained work-related injuries as a result of chronic staff shortages)

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