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The doll house, the cubby house, the spirit house and the multiplying bugs. [17 Oct 2003|01:51pm] There is a small cubby house next to ours, and inside is a dolls house with a mini kitchen, cupboards, food, ALL made from play do. I pick them up and play with them We open a door in the cubby house, which leads to someone else's room. So we close it again Then, we are outside walking around a huge courtyard type thing. We enter a building and we hear a rumble. SOMETHING is happening, the earth starts to shake. attack of the dinosaurs? killer people? bad stuff? I am back at home/in the cubby house. I have just woken up and am looking at the wall when I see a black centipede-cross cockroach-cross-spider squiggling around the wall. I stare in horror as 3 more, smaller and skinner insect appear and squirm around. The bugs look like they're made out of plastic. like.. a jelly ish rubber plastic. I must catch and kill them before they duplicate and festoon my house. I grab an empty biscuit tin, and a small see through glass cup. I don't know which one to use (to cup over the big insect) for if I used the tin, I wouldn't be able to see what the bug was doing inside it, and the cup was too small. Using my superior skills and mind powers, the tin turned into a large version of the cup. excellent. I cup the bug. And the other three smaller bugs. and stand there trying to think of ways to reach the bug spray (downstairs/out of reach). Horror of all horrors, the big bug is getting larger...it has "sucked" up the smaller bugs and is now half the size of the biscuit case. Using its super rubber skills, the insect squeezes through a gap in the tin and out bursts several more bugs. They all start growing larger and larger then multiplying. Soon, the wall is full of bugs, squirming her and there. fat ones.... My Uncle tom and Sam appear besides me, I tell them to hold the tin as I run to the bathroom for some bug spray. I can't find any, so I grab the bleach/spray and wipe. "ha! this will kill them! easy!" I think to myself. I go back and start spraying them. Two very skinny legged/slight bugs I drench in spray . They curl up and die. The others are not so easy. I spray and spray and spray each little colony/group of bugs (bugs which were duplicated/appeared together would always travel in their groups) til each little bug was drench in a little pool. yet they were still alive. Now, in their panic, they were starting invade the floor. I sprayed them some more, trying to stop them from crawling under my bed. damnit! this isn't working! and I'm running out of spray! I took a closer look at the bugs. Now, there were no longer plasticy. Now they were like roaches, with hard shells, like a trench coat, which seemed to protect them from my spray, as it would just run off the "coat". I had to get the spray to their underbelly, which was hard, as the were so close to the wall/floor. a tiny triangle bit stick out from under the bugs' coats. These were their heads, similarly protected with water/spray repellant stuff. My spray is running critically low. there is no other choice, I must run downstairs and search for the bug spray, but will my uncles be able to hold off the onslaught/duplication of bugs til I returned? there wasn't much of a choice. I gave Tom my spray, and instructed him to spray at an angle to get at the bugs' underbellies. Down I ran. And now I was on a train station situated below the building in the courtyard I saw earlier in my dream. The train was there, about to leave, so I hopped on and urged the others to get on quickly for we had to get back to the cubby house URGENTLY. Kat and mel and my aunt jumped in, but karen and fiona (mel's little sisters) were still out there in the crowd. I tried to jump out to grab them, but someone was holding onto my arm, not letting me move. The train doors closed, and we pulled away from the station. Fiona and KAren were now left to fend by themselves. there were cannibalistic people who were after us/them, and I had to save them. The doors to the train were no longer there, It was like I was in a tram, so out I jumped to retrieve fiona and Karen. I found them working as slaves/maids in the cannibalistic village. They worked in a strange gigantic doll house. The walls were icing white, and every now and then, you saw a ripple, or a figure emerging from a wall. But only for a while, because then something would pull the figures back into the wall. (the house of spirits? :P) I bargained with the elders and obtained Fi ad Karens freedom. (there's more. But I've forgotten) 2 comments|post comment

I just wanted to take a shower.... [05 Oct 2003|08:46pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | George - Release ] (1) We (my family and I) are leaving for the airport... or a speedboat, from which we will be going to our new home in the country. I am missing somethkng so I have to go back to out hotel to retrieve it, onlywhen I get back, the stupid speed boat/tour cruise ship has left without me. I end up having to race/fly/danceveryquicklytokeepmyselffromsinking across/above the water to another boat which is chugging along, to try and catch up with the other boat. Change of scenes. Lets try and wade through my super-foggy memory... hmmmm (2) something something something. I lived in a tree apartment: a very luxurious apartment which happened to be circular roomed and multi leveled as it was built inside a gigantous tree. ...? I really had to wash my hair. But there was one shower and iv, Esther and I all wanted/desperately needed to use it. so in we all hopped after getting each others okay. we were in white singlet tops and bikini bottoms (iv was probably in a bball singlet and boxers????) we just stood under the big shower for yonks. not doing much. till I got pissed off/tired of wasting my time, stripped and started washing my hair. "that's it! I'm washing my hair! I don't care! You guys, start showering!" I exclaimed, they gawped (omg she's naked) I stood in my corner with my bum to them, washing my hair. I think Iv was playing with a rawhide treat. you know, the ones shaped like a giant bone, that you buy from a pet shop? yes.......... (note: i think this is what i was doing when i left my family to go retrieve whatever it was i wasmissing) (3) Oh. and the 1st part of my dream had me and kat and the whoel family moving to eugoarghjka (insert obscure faraway suburb) it was REAAALLLY REALLLY bad. we were basically living in the country.. only without all the nice country benefits of good air, plenty of green green grasss and acres of personal property full of cows and horses and stuff. the closest train station/public transport took 30 mins to get to, we were on a crappy train line which recieved a train once every 40mins, and to get to school/the city, it took several hours (6?) so it was totally grr grr grrrrrr -type annoying. And kat and I went to our local library which was full of hostile people, but was safer to wlak around in than the streets/town which was full of over more hostile-r people (what ever happened to that thing where country folk are nicer and more open and city folk are decietful assholes?) 2 comments|post comment

jannet, Melbourne, flight agencies [02 Oct 2003|12:45am] [ mood | complacent ] I am signed up with a flight attendants agency. It's like a hospitality/catering agency, but instead of going to different venues to serve food, I go on different planes, to different locations.. yeah. stuff. and I get a free holiday out of it sorta. I get on a plane to Melbourne because I'm running away from someone in Sydney. am stuck in Melbourne with nothing on me. just the clothes on my back(and bum. and shoes and contacts...) Jannet is there. She's with my agency and she was on the same plane. we are stuck in Melbourne for 3 weeks/months. I am bummed because I'm anxious to get home to Sydney (Lots of unfinished business to attend to). Which just sucks. Because I would normally be exstatic about going to Melbourne. jannet is cool. She's planning on going shopping. I decide to go along too, seeing as there's nothing better t do. There's more, which explains my dream a lot better. Only now I cant remember it 3 comments|post comment

dreaming about dreaming about dreaming - sleeping in a glasshouse - nightmares and the like. [27 Sep 2003|12:53am] I know a rich woman who lives all alone. One of those huge white houses with a nice non-concreted-non-fake-cobbled driveway and fancily pruned shrubs and glowing golden garden lights galore I had to keep her company. Had to sleep over. why? because I had to guard the house against intruders. Vagabonds. Bored stupid people with nothing better to do than terrorise (and kill )and vandalise the houses of poor rich women (ahahha) . I wasn't a rich person. I was hired. So I was like, the person they would target, thinking I was rich and snobbish and deserving of punishment/death/whatever, daaaaaaaaaamn. What a horrible job. ANYHOW. The lady leads me to a glass/green house type room. It is made from glass. lots and lots of glass tiles stuck together. The ceiling is very low. In fact. When I lie down on the bed and just half stretch my arms, I will bash them against the ceiling Which doesn't really make sense. Because I remember walking into the room and looking up at the ceiling. and also of tip-toe-ing to look out of a (glass) side window (even though the walls are ALSO made of glass so window = sort of pointless) SO> I lie on the bed in the glass room whilst the lady leaves to go up to her cushy boudoir full of nice shaggy carpet and French poodles and white stuff and high tech security doors, walls and floors. (bitch) I try to get to sleep. but keep having visuals of crazed guys sticking their faces right up to the glass ceiling and leering at me. I cant remember if I was having visuals or there were actual people outside. because next thing you know, I'm still in the glasshouse room, but it's my bedroom at the house I live in right now. I "wake up" in my dream. Through my half closed eyes, I sense a blue light. I am very very tired and it takes a lot of effort to raise my head slightly and tilt it to find the light source. It is my sister I realise. She has snuck into the room and is sitting by the bed, cross legged, hunchbacked, hair all over the place/her face, staring down at my mobile and it's strange blue light. ".. oh... it's ...you" I fumble with my words. Slurring and tripping over my own tongue in my groggy state I somehow turn back to face the ceiling when I look for her again, 10 or so minutes later, kat's gone. I don't know if she is a dream or not because I see a stream of (yellow) light seeping in from the gap between my bedroom door and the floor.. I consider pinching myself to check if I'm awake. But am still very very tired/unable to move. I lie and wonder what bits of my memory have been dreamt up. and what bits are real. and I get scared and think about how my dream about the woman and her glasshouse and the leering faces was real or not. And get scared again when I think back to "Kat" with her hair all over her face, who said not a word as she started at my phone*. I ponder the nightmare-ish qualities of the dream. ----------- then I wake up. but this time for real. as in I get out of bed. go out. come back home. and write up my dream on blurty (i.e. right at this minute) unless ofcourse, I am actually in a coma. and tyhis is one super huge dream from which I will never wake up. *Like Jane Eyers encounter** with Mr Rochesters' mad wife. The one he kept locked in the attic. ** The encounter where she wakes up to see a scary scary woman (Rochester's wife) wearing the viel that was made for her (Jane Eyer's) marriage to Mr Rochester. And she stares at the wife, petrified, as she rips or stomps on or something or other-s said veil in a fit of rage. 4 comments|post comment

The crappy motorbike and suicidal sons. [13 Sep 2003|12:12am] Kat, Esther and I are in a classroom, which is sort of small and country-town/primary school-ish with its little desks and plastic molded seats and window panes with sun pouring through. The teacher sits on her little desk and we are being taught how to make truffles and muffins. Everyone goes to the back of the classroom where there are a few tables side by side. The tables have trays of truffle stuff that you roll into balls, then roll in flour. The flower, once you've rolled it several times, becomes like a pastry cover, and you make it smooth by stretching it.. sort of like playdo. My truffle was super big because I couldn't find and (precut) truffle lumps that were nice and small. SO>... my flour stuff didn't cover the truffle properly and when I tried to smooth it out, it just broke..... And we got some flour (chocolate cake and vanilla cake flour) and an eggs and some milk in a bowl, which we mixed together then poured into paper muffin cases. We put the truffles and the muffins onto the oven, and they came out all nicely cooked (!?!?!) My truffle SUCKED!!!! But I could redo the course again if I wanted to, until 3:15. after that, I'd have to re register and pay money to get into the class. bummer. anyhow. swap scenes. Kat, Raymond, Mel, Dad, Me.... We are trying to go home but we're lost. Dad and I are on a puny little motorbike and we're trying to go into a highway via a petrol station BUT. there are these scary long grisly bearded skinny smelly drunken men at every exit denying us exit unless we buy some $20 petrol off them. only $20 seemed like a lot. and we didnt want/need it. Something happened, I was on the bike and dad was telling me to "go! find teh way home and get help!"... Knowing there was no other option (kat, mel, raymond had already been caught) I drove off as quickly as I could. which wasn't very quickly at all! See, the motorbike was one of thos skinny lightweight things. Sure. It was good becuase I was strong enough to hold it/stop it and not have it fall on me and squash my legs but it meant it could go very quickly (crappy engine?) and turn nicely and blablabla. I stopped at the traffic lights and one of the petrol men had set up at said cross section and he was walking towards me with an evil look in his eyes and a huge barrel of petrol. I was extremely annoyed at my bike at this point, becuase I couldn't get away from teh man at the speed I wanted to. ANYHOW. I went fdown a milliong hilly roads, turned round and round and round til I got to a square shopping mall thing. I walked in and ques up at the 'help' desk, wanting to know the way to kogarah station. THEN aaron,my cousin appeared and he talked to this tall skinny man who was standing behind me, who offered to lend us his van. He had red imprents around his eyes - like he'd worn super tight goggles allday and had just taken them off. fascinating. It was hard no to stare. He didnt smile ever. He had a quiet droll voice but he was a nice weird man, He told us there was just one catch with the van thing: His two sons had tried (? not sure if they tried and failed, or suceceeded, or failed, but tried again and succeeded. Too busy staring at his eyes to take in what he was saying) to commit suicide in a rather grisley grusome bloody manner. It also involved their oudoor swimming pool, which he pointed out to me, seeing as his house was just right next to the help desk. Then he told us his wafe was really cool. And that she'd remained celebate for 2 years. Not sure if his wife was dead or still alive. hmmm. Well. We got in the car. Kat, mel, and raymond had arrived. We looked through magazines whilst in the car. there were little snapshots of celebrities and the photos moved!!!! the last pic was of kate hudson at the beach. She was wearing skinny jean overal things and teh bottom of the jeans were like cuffs, with pink satiny ribbon tightening it up. she had a yellow tshirt on under, and she was at the beach. We looked at the picture, which had a "funky fashion" caption text thing next to it. Kate read that and said something along the lines of "yo I'm not funky I dont wanna be called that. You know.? To be groovy you totally have to be awsome" or soemthing or other.... Then she walked along the sand to some seals and started swimming and acting like one. she was REALLY REALLY good, and it was as if her back was made of jelly andher feet were stuck together. She was really good becuase she'd studied seals back at uni. 1 comment|post comment

I'm a mermaid from a made-up band! [11 Sep 2003|11:42pm] I like in a town which is half 'dark city', half "city of lost children' both are movies - watch them!) You know what I'm talking about ; dark tall morbid buildings, no sun whatsoever, , constant cloudy just-about-to-rain overcast sky The buildings have mould on them. The weather is cold. But I am used to that, having lived there most of my life. I am part of an underground movement against the oppressive .. government... or...something else that's all knowing and all powerful. WHY? because I am a mermaid. And I don't want to be caught and stuck in a public zoo and stared at, and poked and prodded by scientists. Also. Many people are jealous and scared of mermaids. They know we are different and they don't like it/want to kill us. I also have legs... but I am usually in my mermaid form, as it is part of me, and a bother to be 'human'. ANYHOW. I relay messengers to people, I'm in the know, information/club-wise. I dive into the waters of the city - there are no roads. The town is but tall buildings which sprout from the ground, which is covered by 6027483972483942 metres of weird dark water. A city, half immersed in water. I think people got around in boats. Not me however. I had the most beautifully gorgeous long emerald green tresses which glistened, shone, with health and radiance (sweeeeeet ) I dove into the water. There was seaweed there. I swam downwards. The water was pretty deep - very pond water-ish so you couldn't REALLY see what was going on below the surface. Dark and sort of murky. But It was ok, seeing as I wasn't wearing any clothes (my hair covered my boobs) and I was a mermaid so I didn't get dirty, nor did my beautiful hair... Anyhow. Just to be safe, it was best to swim rather deeply to REALLY avoid detection. I swam very quickly. I knew the area well. *incoherent scene swapping* I have a band. We're not a "real" band per se. As we don't really make songs in a serious manner. We just piece together words and compose a tune for fun and call it a song and release it on an albumin full of other randomly made up songs. I think we tour around, pretending to be a band, but really, it is just an easy way of going round places undetected as mermaids.... 3 comments|post comment

[11 Sep 2003|12:54am] mental note to self: mermaids. drain swimming. must not be. seen post comment

reality TV shows, jungles and melting patchwork horses [31 Aug 2003|07:22pm] My sister and I are just hanging about the house, which is full of people rushing all over the place. On the TV. (though I am upstairs and the TV is downstairs - I must have extra sensory abilities) I catch the last bit of an advertisement for a brand new reality TV series put on by one of the networks. In it, They stick 10 random people into the jungle for 10 days or so. At the end of the ten days, the people who survive (:S) get a whole load of money. They do not provide you with food. Or medicine. or shelter. They follow you around with camera crews, who yes, get food and shelter and immunity from bugs and crap. I don't know how that works. Anyway. all of a sudden, a white van with jungle prints painted on it pulls up outside our house. Men, with balaclava's and SWAT team type clothes (and mannerisms) jump out, take me and the sister and stick us in said van. We are driven to a jungle. We have been chosen (without our consent) to be part of the reality TV show. NO FOOD> NO SHELTER.... we didn't even have time to pack our bags! we had NOOOO idea this was going to happen. Kat hadn't even heard about the proposed TV show. we were pretty pissed off The good thing was, I had my mobile, so I could sms Esther to tell her I wouldn't be going to work placement at seduce. Nor could I make it to TAFE.. mua huahuahua...... anyhow. The jungle was creepy. it was haunted. I cant remember much I had to collect several scrolls or pearls to finish the game/TV show. A woman/witch was helping me out. We weren't really friends nor did we fully trust each other. She just needed my skills/ability to get something or other and I needed her magic. She gave me a pair of magical gloves and a magical feather (much like a wand) and I would say something to the gloves whenever I needed the witches' help (eg for her to teach me a spell) The feather I used to cast spells. The evil wizard had killed most of the tv series contestants, he'd also killed off most of the people who lived in the jungle or morphed them into strange talking creatures/animals.. I had to destroy him (by getting all the scrolls/pearls) and I had to avoid the wizard's minions, who were hunting me down. At some point in the dream, I entered a most marvelous room in a castle that was full of mirrors and merry-go-round colored horses. Another room had a maze in it and a button. You pressed the button and a killer dog came out and would eat you up of you couldn't answer a riddle. The people who were looking for us were just outside the door that opened into the maze place, so I quickly cast an invisibility spell on the group of us (kat, me, and some creatures/people who wanted to escape with us). They left to search the rest of the house, so I took off the invisibility spell spells drained all my energy and hindered the amount of work/thinking I could do). but then the evil people returned, so I cast the invisibility spell again, only kat kept writing and talking aloud on a pad of paper (she didn't realise the pen and paper were still visible, and her voice audible), The guys got abit suss, grabbed the pad from kat's hands and started yelling things like "show yourselves!! we're not leaving til we find you!". On the paper, kat had written "Jieh Yung" or some other guy's name. With our cover semi blown, I had to think and act quickly. Pretending I was the spirit of a female giant who's son (jieh yung) had been killed, I started lamenting, screeching and wailing loudly. I yelled that "I" was going to kill the two baddies because they looked like the two blokes who killed my son. They got pretty freaked out, with my booming slightly deranged voice and my magic making the air around them cold. It was pretty hard to yeall out loudly in a deepish voice though, and I was tiring pretty quickl, yet fear of the wizard stopped them from immediately fleeing the castle. but let's skip to the next scene of my dream where there's an enormous grassy green hill which dips into a valley, which leads into a river/forest/woods/something or other. Atop of the hill are a whole herd (?) of plumpish shining white pony-cross-horses (magical), and they start charging down the hill . As this happens, they change from pure glistening milky white, to sort of patchwork circus-colored horses. Unfortunately, the evil wizard that I have told you about, kills them all, melting them into black blobs then setting them alight. Sort of like how the horses in Lewis carrols "The last Battle" (narnia) die from the arrows shot by the black dwarves (????) 2 comments|post comment

Going on a diet [30 Aug 2003|12:44am] [ mood | hungry ] I was sitting at a table at a "diner"... we had window seats looking out onto the highway. The room was pretty quiet. I think it was a European restaurant. I had a bowl of minestrone soup and I was devouring it because I was rather hungry. Mum was there too. She was also eating soup -----insert : lost passages of film/dream------- Now we're at another diner. We are either eating noodles or some more soup... or maybe some steaks/pork chops ? Once again..I am starving so I am eating with great gusto.. Very against the laid back, slow paced silent 'mood' of the diner. ----- insert: some more lost passages of film/dream ----- Now I'm eating congee..Or maybe I know I have eaten congee already Now I am eating fried eggs, muffins, bacon and stuff. It is yummy. Mother is telling me how we are both on a diet. This diet revolves around us eating one full meal a day, which contains all the nutrients and protein and carbohydrates we need to sustain ourselves. The rest of the day, when we get peckish, we get to drink watery soup. I think that the diet is stupid and Mother is stupid for not telling me earlier about how (the diet) worked Because, with her sitting alongside me, I had already eaten 2 of the "all the protein you need' meals that day (ref the minestrone soup and the steak/pork chops) and was halfway through eating some very fatty bacon and eggs. So I was waaaaaaaay over my limit, fat and sugar and salt and everything-wise. ========= That's when I woke up, tummy rumbling it's head off. "phew. It was just a dream" :P diets are for poo poos. HA! 3 comments|post comment

The ugly cartoon [19 Aug 2003|06:51pm] [ mood | pleased ] [ music | Mad World : Gary Jules ] This dream was rather ugly-ly rendered in pencil drawn type cartoonage-for-13-year-olds. Sort of grim. Sort of realistic. by realistic i mean you could see the NOSE HAIRS on people. And everyone has BIG NOSES. UGLY FEET. STRAW-LIKE HAIR & LARGE FORMLESS MOUTHES & STINGY EYES. ugly ugly ugly. why???? :( anyhow. PART 1 Tea at the eccentrtic aunt's lovely secret-garden-esque pirate ship room I was at my aunts house/room/ship. Her house was like the tunnel that Alice fell through in Lewis Carrol's Alice In Wonderland : round cylindrical. tunnelish. And you floated around in it. HOUSE/ROOM/SHIP ???? aye aye. For we were pirates methinks.... Or the aunt was. and we (kat and I) were her horribly naughty visiting nieces. har har There was a giant painting on one of the walls which could be pulled aside to reveal a secret passageway to go into a most grandois & enormous but darkish and uninviting room. You slid through the passage way and landed *plump* on the queen queeen quueeeeeeeeen sized edwardian bed (a la The secret Garden, down to the plush red/maroon/mahogany beds/carpets/walls/cutains/wooden bookshelves etc)..... Or you could float down. Seeing as we could float and everything was sort of topsy turvy. WE DIDNT ACTUALLY GO INTO THE ROOM. or we did ... I forget...... I think we just floated and loop-de-looped in the air near the (very tall) ceilling of the rich secret room. Then it started flooding. Water... water... EVERYWHERE! It rushed down a wooden winding staircase which, i think led from teh top deck of the pirate ship to the aunts rom to the secret garden room. *woooooosh* like that. and first it filled up the secret garden-esque room. then it started flooding up our aunt's room. which was a pity, because all the food that was laid out on a large pirate-ish blocky wooden table (also very Secret Garden-y) would be RUINED. teacups. Teapots. victorian. Gold edgings, scalloped details. napkins. "afternoon tea" of cakes and breads and biscuits and butter and jam and sugar cubes and other wonderfulality. stupid water So we could only stare and cry out in despair as we loop-de-looped in the (very little and ever decreasing, seeing as the water levesls kepts rising) air space. Hey. I think the table was floating sort of. The chairs were too. and so were the wardrobes. (They were made of floaty wood.) We couldnt bear to leave the room and all its wonderful food. so there we floated til my dream transported me into ugly-cartoon-ville (the cartoon drawings up to this point of the dream = more prettily and intrestingly colourful and queer than downright ugly fugly. The colours were much nicer than all those dirty purples, oranges, yellows and greens {murky murky muuuurky} of the next dream section) PART 2 prestigous magic schools, chemistry, and extreme phone/fax-age Insert picture of a great yellow brick wall-ed muti-storied factory type building (the brixcks may have been covered with yello plaster or yellow cement...) Said building is part of a prestigous school situated in London to which I have been accepted to, attendance wise. This may be why I am living at my aunts house, seeing as she either lives in London, or has the magical means of transporting me to whichever classroom I must go to whatever. I'm just living at her place. which is no longer flooded... I think...But I am in a different room - the Piano room with the phone/fax machine (a total dreamt up replica of the piano room at my real life home, only cartooned and yellow-er) The school does not have an actual head quarter(s) It's magical so you dont know who runs it or whatever. THEY phone/fax YOU to say whether you have passed your lesson (!!!!!!) and if you HAVE passed, they tell you what class you have next and where you have to go for said class because the classrooms/lecture theatres keep changing according to which building bids the highest amount of money or something to be able to lease itself for free to the magical uni. (if that makes any sense) So its class by class. Pass by Pass.... if you fail one class. They ring you up to say you've failed and that you wont be getting any more calls from them. zilt. zero err...zilch.... :P and they call you like, the morning of the class to keep you on your toes because you have no idea why you may/may not "pass" a class. it's all magical you see. and magic works in weird ways. not to mention the wizards/proffessors that run the uni are extremely eccentric. just like my aunt. edit: oh. and I think i did chemistry. Or..soemthing chemistry like which involved big explosions and acid and test tubes and beakers. post comment

Flying home. Concrete. banana bread. Susan , Jenny & James [17 Aug 2003|05:22pm] [ mood | scared ] Sort of bleak futuresque building site type thing. I flew around. Searching for something... Susan was there. I flew down to a shopping centre of sorts like the one at Chatswood to meet her. Not that we talked all that much. It was weird. She didnt have any problems, she was just one of the workers from the factory or something. I was on teh run from these people who wasted to catch/arrest/something me. And I could fly. She couldnt. We walked around and looked at the shops. There was an interesting butcher cross deli which had the head of an antelope, japanese beer fed marbled cow meat, sashimi grade salmon, pork, mince and prossecuto to name a few ... The lady behind the counter pointed out all teh stuff to us. She was very helpful to our inquisitiive questioning eyes. We were running away from something...Or at least I was. so we had to keep moving I didnt like this dream.. It was unsettling. We entered a bread shop They had really really nice banana bread. The woman had just baked some and was putting it out for people to sample. She asked if we were buying. I said "yes. I want to order some later" so she let us sample her bread. She asked which bit of the bread I wanted to taste: I wanted the top bit which was half covered in a banana icing glaze. She gave me a crumb along with a lolly. Then she took out all these forms and explained to me how to use them (to order stuff) before telling me not to use the forms and to just order in person from the shop. So all that explaining she did was pretty stupid and useless We wandered through the shop. Its second half was a natural therapies health store/beauty store. outside the shop, it was darkish. like 5pm during winter - dirty-sky coloured dusky stuff... The floors where all concreted. There was no greenery. That made me sad and unsettled. Susan left. I walked around a bit more. Walked into a hospitol. James was there (susans bf) He said something to me and i got pissed off at him and told him we wren't friends anymore and to fuck off. Then we were at a large clothing department store. I was naked so i grabbed a blanket and sarong wrapped it around me. Jenny was there too. She had a blanket too. but she had jeans and a top on underneath. I found some undies and a bikini top so I put them on. Then I walked out of the change room and took some clothes off the racks (they were only a few bucks anyway) and put them on. I had my wallet so I was going to pay for everything so it was all good. I was outside the hospitol again, hiding behind a huge white sculpture. James was still there following me. He wasnt meant to be there; his presense was a huge hindrance. I told him to get lost before he gave me away. He wouldnt go. He kept saying something but I couldnt hear him/didnt give a shit. I told him to fuck off becuase I was getting pretty angry/scared I might get caught by the people whom I was running from. Then I was up in the air, flying around looking for something. I flew above a long concrete highway. the sky was still a dirty dusky colour. I looked down and saw huge building cranes and upturned earth and a few dehydrated trees. I kept flying and trying to be a bird. I caught the currents to "woosh" me up in the air. I soared. I turned. I wheeled and flapped. I even screamed like a gull. I was flying really high so I could see everything. On my left, I saw these massive pelicans. They were as big as mountains, but the rest of the world couldnt see them, because they were living behind a giant wall/cliff which was where the human world ended...... Sort of like dark city the movie, where the humans' "world" is a little space enclosed byt a billboard and some super tall walls. And they dont realise it the pelicans were evil. I was trying to fly back home. Home was a large factory warehouse. Lots of windows. Lots of rooms. It was in the middle of the industrial zone. Covered in concrete. No grass or green stuff. but it was home And I felt safer there. 2 comments|post comment

floating along the sky, scatting to our hearts content [17 Aug 2003|05:10pm] [ mood | disappointed ] [ music | volcanoes ] It was sort of like a group excursion and we were all trekking somewhere (in search of greener pastures?) I met this guy and he had a guitar. As we were were climbing up the rugged landscape of rocky hills and long bridges and cliffs and canyons, The guy and I (him walking/floating just slightly above the ground and playing guitar, me flying at head height, also strumming a guitar and singing and scatting and stuff) We made up all these funky songs. and I made up the lyrics on the spot to go with the melody which we were both making up as well (we took it in turns, singing. and playing our guitars) my lyrics didnt make any sense. nor did they ryhme but they *went* because I didnt pause to think/falter and everything just came out of my mouth smoothly. i sang about cherry ripes and fluff and stuff I scatted quite abit when I could be bothered thinking up the lyrics. The guy was really good. He wasnt good looking though. actually. he looked a little like mark p... HAHAHA friendly lad. thats all. When we stopped for the break, we asked if everyone had enjoyed our songs. they hadn't heard them!!!!!!!!! they'd been too busy trekking poo So we started to sing for them again. but this time they were going to listen 1 comment|post comment

anime. fridges. lettuce. uym [11 Aug 2003|01:27am] [ mood | aggravated ] *EDIT: corrected some spelling errors (hehehehehhee). you shouldn't write when you're tired...tsk tsk This dream was made in anime. There was a gigantic fridge. there was an artificuial light behind it. The fridge floated above the ground and you sort of looked up to it. The sounds in the deam were all very robotic anyhow. the fridge was ours from the kitchen. I went up and opened it. Inside were gigantic lettuce and salad leaves placed ontop of each ther. they were gross and slimy round the edges.. yeah.... they were off The mother was tellimg me off for overstocking the fridge. that i'd bought too much food for my party and so now everything was off becuase we hadn't eaten it all. Thats why I was loking in the fridge. Dad was behind me peering in as well. The lettuce leaves belonged to the mother. everything that had gone off belonged to her. all the food that i had bought was actually totally fine/eaten/not overdue just yet. and i had to chuck away the yucky lettuce just because. what a BIATCH. I grumbled and informed dad that it totally wasnt my fault. He believed me (becuase I was right). I chucked away the lettuce anyway. Mum was still going oooon and oooon and ooooon about the food being off and it being my fault and me wasting all that money even though it wasnt her money or dads money that I used, it was entirely mine, which I'd earnt throuh hard work. More happened in the dream before the fridge thing. But I've forgotton it already. THEN I woke up to the dog yapping away. Just like mum yapped in the dream annoying annoyign annnoooying!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr nooone was going to do anything about it. and I could NOT get back to sleep. so i had to go downstairs and shout at him to shutup. but he didnt really listen at all becuase when I went back upstairs he started barking again. TRES ANNOYING. post comment

slit wrists. Mental Wards. Telepathic messages [16 Jul 2003|10:58pm] [ mood | apathetic ] [ music | Aguas De Marco - Smoke City ] The consequences of waking up and sewing as opposed to waking up and getting my butt down to the computer room to blog my dream is..... a significant loss of mental dream-imprinted tissue as it is taken up and used to remember other things like, 'how many inches/cms of elastic should go into the bloomer legs' and 'must go to kfc or starve to death in our stupid empty-kitchened house' but this is what i still do remember of last nights dreaming session i remembered the dream whilst I typed it - listening to Smoke City brought it alll back to me :) I was in a van, it was loaded with musical instruments. As in, amps and leads/cables and a few keyboards, a drum set, several guitars... band equipment. The van had my uncle Sam and Ken and Tom and also Bernford, a guy who plays in tmy uncles' band, and my cousin Raymond who occassionally plays too... We were driving along a rather bumpy road, uphill. The weather wasnt too good. It was dusk and the sky was like a nice sky blue watercolour paint that'd had a splodge or two of brown watery watercolour dropped into it = it was all sort of murky, and you could tell that it had previously been a nice colour, and that there was no helping the murkiness. Perhaps a storm was brewing... it was a dusty road. full of rocks and gravel. We drove in silence i think. We were going to a huge house. a manor. like one of those haunted transylvanian things.... this manor was full of sad people and people with problems. issues. and some might have been mind readers. We got there and unloaded the equipement. Then my mind skipped abit and I was in a big whiteish blue tinged room note that my whole dream had a blue-tinged melodramatic colouring to it it was full of people waiting to do something/go somewhere.. but some were just ....standing in the room. awaiting instructions. because they didnt really know what else to do. they were mindless A door appeared in the room.and a person opened it (from the outside) and told me to follow him, quickly. There was a problem wirth one of the patients (we were at a mental ward?) and only I could help the patient.. I followed the person along some narrow passages crammed full of people who looked at me with worry/concern in their eyes and whispered in my ears and urged me to hurry up. Then I was outside another door. This door was deep chestnut brown and sort of curved and sad looking, it looked the door to the bathroom in my old house.... I opened the door to the (bath)room. It was misty and foggy. Like someone had had a very hot shower but not turned on the air vaccumer. I walked in and after abit I saw a girl lying on the floor . She was sobbing, back turned to my. When i approached her,she turned to face me and showed me her wrists which were slit and bleeding and shaking. Not gushing blood though, so it was okay (as in not too gory), but I knew she would soon die if I didnt help her = she'd slit her wrists and lost a lot of blood just the other day so she couldnt lose anymore blood today. she was spewing as well. Her body was very frail. Pale. white. But she had nice smooth skin and soft brown shoulder lengthish hair. She sort of loked like a vampire in pale-beauty-ness Whenever she vomited, she made horrible horrible loud retching noises (as one does) and her whole body heaved and she'd shake violently and her stomach was about to burst/kill her if she didnt stop soon... That's if she didnt die from all the sobbing/exhuasion/blood loss first... She was sobbing wretchedly as she looked at me. I went and sat next to her and patted her back to soothe her, and I really wanted to give her a hug because that would vastly help calm her down/save her. BUT I COULDNT ; I have emotional issues (in my waking life, and that carries over to my dreams) So there i was, patting/stroking her back saying "there there... it's okay. I'm here now " and making comforting noises like "shooo.. shoooo...." like how you comfort a kid who's just had a nightmare. Or the dog when it starts to thunder and lightening strikes and the dog gets all scared and shaky she calmed down significantly for me to help her off the floor. She was holding her upturned wrists out all this time, and she told me to look at them, though she didnt. I think she had mind abilities so she brain waved her thoughts over to me. yeah, and I looked at her wrists and they were all bloody and stuff and I mentally tsk tsked her and said how sad I was that she had to go through all this and that I was sorry I didnt hear her calling me and come to save her earlier. then i patted her on the back and we walked out of the room, but not before I spewed I was so disgusted that SHE spewed that I...spewed too..ahahah) :) happy ending ? That was my dream. I think the melancholy/spooky mood of my dream was influenced by the sister's dream; the one where theres a girl in white popping pills. The one where Kat stabs Darcy and stuff... Maybe that girl in her dream was/is the same girl in MY dream. or at least my version of kat's girl. because I am kind/you might be curious, you should read kat's dream (click me) (highly recommended actually...) And maybe it's been influenced by smoke city. because their "Underwater Love" sort of captured the 'colour' (blue and....watery) of the dream. and the singer's voice reminds me of teh voices/mind thought speech things of the people in the manor house. and "Aguas de Marco" is like the girl with the slit wrists before she got all depressed... She had a nice voice. Like the singer. Not that I heard the slit wrists girl speak. She only sang.spoke when she was happy or content and stuff. Have you ever read "obernewyton" by Isabel Carmondy? Not sure if i spelt that correctly.. well, The manor is like the house thingy in 'Obernewyton' This could also be my brain telling me to grow up and be more umm.. open. to hugging and showing emotions ... ? eh. who knows. I doesnt matter. I shall dream again tonight hopefully :) 10 comments|post comment

Something about dead bodies and dissapearing levels at a hotel suite... [10 Jul 2003|12:38pm] [ mood | cynical ] [ music | Little Star --- Stina Nordenstam (R+J soundtrack) ] The Death There was this horrible guy. Maybe he was about to rape us. Or kill us. Luckily, we managed to hit him on the head, a girl chucked her glass of champagne at him, then a few more glasses full that she found lying about. Another girl took out a match and chucked it on his body. He burnt and obviously died (he wasunconcious so didnt feel a thing. a-ok). As he was burning, we took off our shoes and clothes and placed them in the fire. destroying the evidence The police came round, they'd figured out something was ammiss, we were under surveilance( but weren't supposed to know that.) We were sitting round downstairs playing some some sort of word/trivia game like scrabble/cards, wiling away the hours, when something led me to open the front door and let in another girl. she was on our side It also led me to walk outside to inspect something that was happening on our neighbors front yard. At that point, a policewoman "that happened to be patrolling th area" drove by. Got out of her car. and followed me around and into my house. Both sides knew that this was a tricky game of hide-the-evidence, of Cat & Mouse... Both sides played dumb. I offered her some food. "(nothing wrong here)...care for some lunch?" "oh! why! yes please, thankyou!" As she ate, her eyes wandered about searching for evidence of our crime. There was none to be seen, nonetheless, it's better to be safe than sorry : now was the time to run Enter the two seconds of illogical movement We were at a hotel of sorts, up in the Level 8 food court. The police woman was there as well. Someone fell over. The policewoman is distracted. now's the chance! we rushed to the lifts. Pressed the button.Willed the lift to open. We got in and pressed "Level 4". But the lift wanted to do something else. The buttons in the lift fade away, then reappear minutes later with an added "level -1" and "level 9" buttons. hidden levels The lift went down to level -1. We pressed ourselves to the sides of the the lift to be partially hidden from view. It didnt matter = the man who came into the lift did not seem to notice or care for our presence. Level -1 housed some sort of buddhist-like cult movement. We went up to level 8 where he stepped off. Then up to the (new) level 9. We got off. It was looked like an office suite... and thats where the dream ends. please note: that whilst we were wrong in killing, we were justified as he was an evil person. 5 comments|post comment

The chinese operetta [22 Jun 2003|01:04pm] [ mood | mischievous ] INTRO I was at the olympics with some friends, and they asked me if I wanted to eat anything: ("Yeah. Can you guys get me... Chips and some chicken?"). Susan went off to get the chips, Kylie went off to get some chicken (though she kept turning into Jenny). Anyhow. I decided to go along with them to the fast food joints. As we were walking down towards the bridge, Susan (who was wearing THE SEXIEST high heeled boots in the world) was a tad bit tipsy & started telling us how so & so (a friend of ours) was "sooo fat today! she's reallly put on weight!" and whilst I agreed with her, I hissed to susan "SHUTUP man! that's so slacknot to mention she's walking right behind us...) Can't remember who the 'fat' person was. Anyhow. Heeding my advice, Susan says "Hey! isnt it cool how we're all wearing heels!??!?!" to whichy I replied. "Ummm. only you are. we're all in flats..." "Oh." "loooooooser!!!! :) " SCENE I PART I Thats when the scene changed. I was still at the olympics, but i was with two people: A really old woman and a 21yr old chick (lets call her kat for editorial sake). I didnt really know them but they took me under their wing and I became part of their "troupe". The old lady had onhalf of a beige bra and half of a black bra. The beige one belonged to Kat, and it indicated that Kat was a radiographer. The black one belonge to the old lady, and it meant she was a geographer. I dont know why the old lady only had half of each on. and why she was wearing kat's bra-half, not being a radiograper: she wasnt qualified to wear a radiographer-bra. (HAHAHA HA thats so weird) Note: I dont know what a radiographer is. I think I made it up. ( Scene II through to the end ) 4 comments|post comment

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the killer accountant [02 Jun 2003|05:44pm] I have weird dreams.... Yesterday night it had something to do with me and some relos of mine sneaking up to somebody's house... and me getting caught and then me shoving a plain potato chip into said persons mouth*, followed by another chip; this time battered and crumbed, into the persons mouth... And whilst I was doing that, my relos jumped out of the bushes they were hiding behind and walked around like zombies.... WTF. That's all I remember of that dream. *EDIT: by shoving, i mean feeding.. not stuffing and killing and suffocating. This morning I had another dream (for some reason, my dreams occur after I've woken up and then gone back to sleep?) I was walking down the street to meet Jenny & Susan when I pased by this guy with a black thing in his hand. The black thing made "sssssss" noises as if gass was coming out of it, and the man looked rather freaky so i started walkign away from him abit more quickly (sort of hard, there were tons of people walking about). I'd just gotten on the street and was crossing it when i realised that Jenny & Susan had also crossed the street.. only, they were going in the opposite directionof me: towards the scary guy. THen i heard a big explosion and, looking back, saw the guy (who was about 700ms away from me?) had somehow set off the black bomb thing. and now he'd drawn out a gun and was shooting people at random. Oh. he was an accountant and he was very extremely disgruntled with his work place/conditions/blablabla ( (bla bla bla + ) post comment

the pirate thing [23 Nov 2002|05:38pm] [ mood | satisfied ] Dream: dreamed up at 5:30-8:30pm on a very very hot midafternoon nap 26-11-02 Tuesday DUDE! I just woke up and man! did I have the WEIRDEST dream! hahahahaha! the dream involved high class hotels, Big interesting keys. Chests. Gold tarnished furniture. (Mmmm) a snooty hotel manager (for whom I semi-worked) Rebecca Priem with an ax - lots of fighting...Esther was there too ( Read more... ) post comment

BALI [18 Oct 2002|05:21pm] [ mood | tired ] I typed this out to a friend via msn so its all rather stuffed up and incoherent. so BLAH to all that complain :) Friday 18th October 2002 I went to Bali by myself. I took my watch and my mobile and a suitcase though. I went to the travel agent and she was like, "okay! We can do it!!!" and then she went back to my place and dad was asking her if it was safe and all that because he was afraid the boat would sink (I was going to go in a cruise in Bali) and she was like, "NO! Don't worry! We have insurance anyway, and we'll look after our Australians" This was also because in my last cruise in year 11 (or maybe it was on the news) some boat had sunk and lots of people died. ( oh no! ) 1 comment|post comment

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