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Vampires and coconuts and...two minute noodles.
I was a vampire, along with my (real life) cousin vampires edwin and Raymond, and my vampire sister Kat....
We went to a party. But no one was allowed to see us, we snuck around trying to avoid detection.
The place was packed full of people in pretty dresses, suits and glam heels.
Well. not FABULOUS and BEUTIFUL.. sort of borng pretty. nothing eye-catching. i think. But everyone (well, the girls at least) was pretty. And they all had a glass of champers in their hands as they smiled nd laughed and "work the room"-ed
They were all standing in the backard. It was a large hill with golden light streaming from the large house at the top of the hill.
It was dark. In a nice way. There were bamboo flares lighting the place. and at the bottom of the garden, to the left, was a little house/room with blue wash walls. One side was completely open (or was covered with glass).
It lay right next to the wooden fencing. In fact, there was a door leading out of the house/yard from the fencing. We were inside this place. Crouched. Heads cocked at the long pawpaw like coconut rocking gently in the middle of the room. We turned ourselves invisible t avoid detection, but we could still see our fellow vampires. We opened the coconut and drank some of it's seet aromatic juices. mmmm
THEN. we are on the street. It is dusk. We are walking..up and up and up.. we are being followed. we are lost.
we are on an island compound full of ant.
Not normal ants. But ants that were human sized and human intelligence-d but still warrior and brutal and strong like ants... They were like... aztecs.. antrecs!!! haha.. But not so (lame) or funny in my dream.. becuase wewere one thier land and they could sense that, and they would make a meal of us if we didnt run off pronto.
At this point, I dont think we were vampires.. or maybe we were just budding vampires. Devoid of the ability of flight and super human strength.
back on the street again. we kept waslking up the street/ ike Marrickville, Newtown, etc, the streets were narrow and knobbly. Irregular and full of tiny but tall grim-ish houses. They had an asian twist to them. Indeed, when we entered one (to hide from the mob from the party who were after us), pushed from the musty cardboard boxes and ascended the stairs, we were faced with a harware/storage shelf full of two minute noodles and asian pickles and the such.
In another house, there was an asian 'community'. it was open to non asians ofcourse. But it was run by funny but totally un-endearing totally annoying and badly dressed (woolen red, green, yellow ugly knits anyone?) asian women with frizzy i-just-got-electricuted-by-a-disfunctional-time-machine perms.... And they had their sonds in their classes and they babied them and stuff. And they taught yoga.. and maths.... and cleaning (??) and dragon puppet umm performing..
You know those dragon dance things they have at chines new year? with the troupe of drummers? and err. yeha. well. They taught people how to dance/be part of a dragon. eg. wehat to do if you're the "tail", the "middle" the "head" and blabalbla part f the dragon.
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