Dream Chronicles of the TMonkey

Another from a while ago...

2007-09-03T16:07:00.001-07:00

Very uneventful, and very succint. B.?[m/20ish?], he's got dreads. In real life. And they're awsome. And he loves them. So I dreamt he was getting them cut off. Snip snip. Emotional torture. Snip. Dreads = gone. Bizarre. Then there's me. Trying to find golf balls in a shop. The end.

Yea, I don't get it either...

Something Surreal

2007-09-03T15:10:00.000-07:00

Something surreal - is coming to the realisation that you're going to die. You feel no drama or tragedy, nor loss, you just simply come to accept fact, and are at one with yourself.

I was at home. In my hallway. At the kitchen end. Mum's doing some housework, she's in the kitchen. Dad comes upstairs, turns round the corner and sees me. Looks at me like, '...my daughter's going to die today...' not in a sinister way though. In a fatherly 'I can't believe what I'm seeing' kinda way, cos he knew what what was going to happen.

So I'm standing there, lips sealed, cheeks brimming, kinda like if you were gonna throw up? But your holding it in your mouth or something? I was standing emotionless, mouth full of blood. The blood filling up every gap, it was going to spill out of my eyes, kinda in the way that some people can squirt out milk. But the blood wasn't squirting, it was welling up in my eyes. My dad hugged me knowing there was nothing he could do, he just held me as mum came round the corner out of the kitchen. She looked at me in a wondering way, wondering what was happening. Dad and I assumed she was going to call the ambulance, she came back and went back into the kitchen. Dad waited half a minute, then followed her in to see what was happening. She had a bottle of surface cleaner in her hand. And a cloth. "What are you doing??" "I'm cleaning." "For God's sake! you didn't ring?!" "Ring what?" She seemed utterly oblivious. Here's me dying, she was too preoccupied cleaning to notice. Dad phoned the ambulance.

Meanwhile, I had come to terms with what was happening early on, I knew I was dying. And I knew there was nothing I could do about it. There was nothing I wanted to do about it. It was an acceptance of fate. All I had to do was keep my mouth closed to hold in the blood, and wait. I felt so relaxed, flaccid. I just 'was'.

The blood was coming from my lungs.

This whole time, there was me, as if removed from my body, looking at myself, and I could see a stylised cross section of my lungs, like a 1990's computer graphic. The right lung was whole, I couldn't see it's interior, this lung hadn't been cross-sectioned. It was pink, like healthy lung colour pink. But my left lung, the lung that was cross sectioned, it had a yellow wall layer, and it was flooding with blood. I was watching this blood, flood into my lungs, slowly filling them up, like slowly pouring water into a glass. Like the milk that makes the chocolate on the Cadbury ads. And this was simply overflowing, flooding my body, and my mouth was brimming. I felt no pain, I accepted what was happening because I knew that the outcome was innevitable and that there was nothing I could do about it. Just in the same way that my dad did. There was no grieving, just silent, calm anticipation. I felt myself begin to slip away, my muscles relaxing, my lips becoming relaxed as the blood welled in my eyes,my soul lifting to another place, and slowly I just slipped back into a dreamless sleep. Surreal.

I woke up feeling so calm and relaxed that morning. It was nice.

I don't know why I had this dream.

Maybe my mum just does too much housework.

So this one's from a while back...

2007-03-16T18:02:00.000-07:00

I was living in a uni student flat, we wanted money. Money for a swimming pool. But we had to get money. We went on a little adventure to find our friends, because we knew they had money for us. So out we went. They went left and I ventured to the right. Ahead of me stood a large grey box of a building, hard up against a rock face, green with mosses. It was a two storey apartment, to its right on the rock face was a ladder. Made of wood, a permanent attachment, though looked more like something for merely a vine to climb up. But it looked to me like the only way up the rockface. My friends were parked on the road that ran along the top of the cliff which had the rock face. There were apartments at the top, then they were parked on the opposite side of the road. So I climbed. I climbed half way, stepped right onto a rock ledge, mounted the next ladder, this was all very dodgy. Then the ladders ran out. At this point I'm about 15m up, the rock face had become a sheer cliff. And I'm climbing. Unsteadily. I'm going to fall. And I'm going to die. I just can't grip the moss on the cliff face. Talk about adrenaline. Fingers slipping. Slipping. Slipped. I'm just glad I didn't have to watch myself fall. The last I knew was that I just couldn't hold on.

What the???

2006-12-11T20:59:00.000-08:00

Ummm, where to start? So I was flatting, with lyk ten people maybe? Or maybe we were staying at someones bach or something for the holiday? There was myself, B.T[m/18], M.S[m/19], S.R[m/19?] and another girl who was just kinda 'there', though I have no idea who she was... and a few others who I knew were there, but whom I never saw. And there was a few cats too.

So there's the background, now here's what happened. First off, it's a two storey house, I go upstairs, walk through the kitchen, and there's two fridges. I open one, but it's basically empty except for a few beers and rtd's of various sorts. I open the other, there's one of those little bottle's of Keri juice, like what you get at a cafe, the little glass bottles, that's empty. There's also 2 bottles of blue top milk in the door, one's got about a cm of milk in the bottom, the other's about half empty. There's a half full bottle of yellow top milk, a random lettuce, a pack of steak which only has a couple of bits left in it, and a few other random bits n pieces lying about. S.R comes through the kitchen asking what's up, I tell him I'm gonna go for the milk...

Then I'm downstairs where all the beds are, this is where it get's kinda messed up...

All the beds are in one massive room, my bed's just inside the door, first on the right, lengthwise up against the wall, sum weird creamy beige coloured douve... It's not a double bed, maybe a king single. I didn't have any of my soft toys with me, I usually have lots, and I don't recall there being any pillows... Two of the cats particularly liked my bed and would walk up and down it from time to time...

Regardless of having no toys, I did have something to cuddle. I had B.T, but not as you'd imagine. Most definately not. In fact what I did have, was his decapitated head - and it was most definately still alive. There was flesh that hung from his gashed neck, but I didn't think anything of it, I carried him round the flat by his hair, though sometimes his body was randomly back where it should've been and he was completely normal. At other times (when he was decapitated), where his spine should've been, there was a bunch of incense sticks sticking out (the ones that look like thick blunt skewers that sit in a bottle of oil).

Other than that, sh*t happened, and that will remain undisclosed information...

Guinea Pig?

2006-12-11T20:29:00.000-08:00

So my guinea pig had been getting sick, mega skinny and what not, she'd lost alot of weight (she infact passed away on Friday, this dream was on Wednesday(?) night). Musta' figured I'd put my own twist on things...

Sitting outside my house on my deck, I was just patting her lovingly, strokingly like, knowing that her time was drawing to an end. As I was patting, I stroked against the direction of her fur, as I did, her skin was turned inside out and came off. It was kind of like, an oversized leather sock puppet that a six year old could've made...

But it gets weirder...

As her skin was coming off, her nose came off with it, but get this, when her skin was coming off, her nose insantaneously changed from being a guines pigs nose to being a beak - which resembled a cats claw in size and both colour and form. This beak fell off and just lay on my deck.

And then weirder...

Once she'd lost her skin, what was left behind wasn't flesh and bone, oh no, that would be just too... normal... Instead, what was left was a metal frame, about the size of a cricket ball and looked like it had been shaped as a turtle. The metal frame was hollow, it was just kinda a few bits of metal tubing that had been welded together.

And weirder still...

Size, a big factor in this dream. Considering relative perspective, nothing really made any sense. My guinea pig, at the beginning of the dream, was normal size, but as I was stroking her she was very slowly and inconspicuosly shrinking, when her skin came off, the 'leather pouch' was like 30cm by 10cm, her 'beak' that fell off was literally a cats claw, and the metal frame left behind continued to shrink, 'til it was like a miniature guinea pig.

It's all pretty f**ked up really, go figure...

FYI

2006-12-11T20:24:00.000-08:00

So, my dreams are usually pretty ummm, how do I put it? Real? Vivid? Very lifelike indeed, a true blur between reality and imagination... I like to put as much of the detail as I can recall into my Dream Chronicles, but because of that I've hardly been writing about any of my dreams! So I've decided I'm going to comprimise some of the minor details and just write the jist of the dreams, perhaps, maybe, I really don't know, just meh...

?!?!

2006-09-16T02:33:00.000-07:00

OmG!! I was fully pregnant... fully... wtf is up with that??

I think mayb it's cos I had indigestion that nyt, could feel my tummy....

But seriously, I DREAMT I WAS FRICKN PREGNANT!!!

It was weird... and I was at a formal dinner thing, no idea wat it was, but A.L[m/19] was there, as well as several other ppl from my primary school.

AND the female toilets... umm.. were.. combined? with the 'Father's Room'???? Which was also the 'Mother's Room'

I was in a black dress, showing my *cough*babybump*cough*

After the formal dinner, whatever it was, and random convo's with middle aged father's in the 'ladies room', I went for a walk...

up a hill

in the forest

I was with someone

but I dont remember who..

and then I woke up

And yes, I did know who the father was, but that's for me to know and you to find out :P
(but it wasn't the person with me in the forest though...)

Kinda weird actually, the father himself never actually 'appeared' in my dream, but I knew who he was...

The One Armed Monkey

2006-08-30T19:40:00.000-07:00

So, I had a dream, it's not that Í've stopped dreaming, rather that my dreams are longer and more detailed than ever and SUCH a mish, I could write a novel about each one alone... But here's one I had just the other day which is not too long and that I will share with you.

It was sunny, middle of the afternoon, sometime in the summer, and driving out to Plimmerton Beach. N.T[m/18] was driving a carload of us out for a swim, while in the car, B.T[m/18] and I decide we're going to have a race from the car to the water, first to go completely under, wins. So N.T pulls up, we jump out, put our towels in the boot, and set of in sprint - there's two routes, the one I take and the one B.T takes.

At Plimmerton Beach there's a series of carparks, at the end of each carpark there's concrete steps down onto the beach (These steps are sideways, so if you're going down them, the ocean is on your right or left depending which side you take, not infront of you). So my route is to hang a left and run down the steps, and B.T decides to just jump from the top down onto the beach, his foot hits the concrete curbing bit thingee and he falls onto the sand, but since going down the steps was a longer route, we're at about the same place.

Up gets B.T and runs off taking the lead cos he's got much longer legs, but then I hit my stride and bolt it past him running into the water, run about three meters in, then dive, head first, arms out infront of me.

BIG MISTAKE

There's a shark, it rips of my right arm, there's blood spewing everyone, B.T's just like 'wtf?' and kinda stands there, i sprint up the beach, ripping the cord out of my bikini tieing it as tight as I can around where the bicep is to cut off my circulation (quick thinking I thought!), get up to the carpark and sit down, getting pissed off at myself cos I couldn't tie this damn thing, then N.T gives me a hand...

Then, later the next week, back at uni, in the café, playing pool...

I have a stub, in replace of my right arm, it's all bandaged up, I think it looks kinda cute :-s NEWAY.... So we're playing pool, I'm trying to play left handed, with one hand, using my 'stub' to support and aim the cue, IT WAS SO DAMN FRUSTRATING! And then I started crying... and got really upset... and couldn't hack it... can't imagine living without one of my arms, especially being a musician...

So, there's a moral to this story, well kinda. I guess just don't take your extremeties for granted!

Kung Fu Fighting

2006-07-02T20:10:00.000-07:00

I don't know why, but me and M.W[m/19?] we're disagreeing over something. He said I could never take him, so I bet THE ABSOLUTE CRAP out of him. Kung fu styles with spinning kicks and choppy hands, it was pretty mint actually. I think it ended with me decapitating him...

Iunno, either way, he ended up on the ground, and I was a woman you would NOT want to mess with!!

By Request...

2006-06-22T06:50:00.000-07:00

So not last night, but the night before, I had a dream... In fact I have been having many a random late night trip on DMT, but send my apologies for the lacking reports...

So me, B.T[m/18] and P.C[m/18] are down at one of the local soccer pitches kicking a soccer ball around. Lo and behold let us not however forget our fellow companion, B.T's dearly beloved pet duck. Not your usual kinda duck that you see in your usual kinda pond, but more like the real life version of the 'Toilet Duck,' vibrantly yellow and almost unreal (perhaps appropriate in this context). Yes, we were playing soccer with a duck, don't mock us! It was a very skilled duck...

The clothing attire - Well lets just say B.T doesn't suit a black wife beater, it wouldn't be recommended anyhow.

So during the soccer B.T's duck just runs off, like wtf?? What kinda duck does that? So B.T, who obviously loves his duck dearly, starts stressing, hardcore. So me runs away following the duck, who's run up, through the local shopping mall, past New World, out the back door, and runs diving into the lake! Like wtf?? Wat kinda duck does that? So what's one really to do, but follow the duck... So me follows the duck, knee high in water watching this duck duck and dive through the water, very gracefully might I add. So I reach down into the water, and as easy peasy as 1 2 3 pick up the duck, return to the edge of the lake and return the duck to its greatful owner.

After all this shabang shabackle we go back through the shopping mall and decide to get some fish and chips, I really want a donut with chocolate topping... And guess what?! They had them in store! And they weren't deep fried! Like that's completely typically... Me wanders into the middle of the shopping mall, randomly now in my bikini (??? ay???) to look through my wallet for me cash when I realise I don't have my wallet and can't have my donut :(

What a downer of a way to end a dream on

Mmm... (Part ll)

2006-03-05T02:50:00.000-08:00

Why has it been so long since I last gave a detailled account of one of my numerous messed up dreams I have to tell the world about?

I'm such a slack-arse...

Ma bad, I'll get on to that... soon, maybe, dunno when, not now, but soon, definately, I'm sure of it in fact, I think... yea, should be soon...

Mmm...

2006-02-23T18:47:00.000-08:00

Why do I dream that my mum bought home rasberry buns for lunch?

Why do I dream about wildberry ice cream with chocolate sauce? I don't like wildberry icecream!

Why do I dream about farms?

And why do black cows make chocolate milk?

Why?

2006-02-12T16:48:00.000-08:00

Why do I keep dreaming about working at New World? It sux.

I Think My Mum Might Be Having Problems With DMT Too...

2006-01-26T01:55:00.000-08:00

Ok, so it looks like my DMT problem might run in the family. I was talking to my mum the other day and she informed me of a dream that she had had the night before. Meanwhile, my youngest older brother, D.T[20/m], and his mate, D.C[17?/m], had ventured up to Auckland for the BDO. As it wasn;t my dream, I don;t have all the details, but here's what I heard...

D.T and D.C, having driven up to Auckland in my brothers 'reliable' CF Bedford, were parked up at Ericson Stadium for the night and had decided to mellow out for the evening. As a result they spent their night sitting in a circle smoking pot with the Assistant Principle from ***** College. [A local college where my mum works].

Does my mum have employment issues? Trust issues with my brother? Or is she secretly smoking pot?

P.S Sorry mum

The Flying Bridge and My Christmas Stuff

2006-01-17T22:06:00.000-08:00

So some engineering types agreed a large concrete bridge needed to built across a canyon near my home. To do this large sections of the concrete bridge were to be flown by helicopter from the site where they were made to the canyon.

Points to note:

There is no canyon near my house
No way in hell could a regular helicopter (which this one was) carry segments of concrete this large

The glitch in the system though was that the rope from the helicopter couldn't be tied around the concrete in the centre of the segments. This meant that the weight of the concrete wasn't evenly distributed and hung at an angle. How do you fix such a problem? Easy!! Stop over at the local home for the elderly beings and have them sit on the concrete segments to even out the weight! Duh!

So anyway, as one segment was flying over the top of my backyard, the pilot noted that one of the elderly siting on the concrete was too light. This meant one side was dropping too low and pulling the helicopter down. Because of this, the helicopter couldn't pull it's rotar up quick enough to get high enough to get over the slanted land that is at the rear of our section [my house is sorta on a hill, kinda...]. So to solve this problem they lowered the concrete segment into our backyard, had one of the elederly clumber off (there were about 4 of them on there), and my eldest brother, J.T[22/m], climbed on instead. They then flew off.

As this debacle was taking place in my backyard, I'd left my posy in front of the computer screen and joined my family and dog as a spectator. After the event had passed mum asked me to finish cleaning my room. I turned and looked down the length of the deck, outside each of our bedroom doors were black rubbish bags, filled and tied at the top. My mum called to me saying "I've just left all your christmas things in those bags, take them in and sort them."

So I returned to my posy at the computer.

My Birthday at Work

2006-01-16T05:41:00.000-08:00

Umm... a bit vague, but...

It was my birthday, I was at work (in the pharmacy), my boss was away so there were 2 old ladies who were working instead. I have no idea who they were, but they were really mean and evil! Anyway, they told me to go in the room that was my boss's office then they put a desk against the door so that I couldn't get out. My friend, N.G[19/f], who works with me tried to get me out, but couldn't.

At lunch time, I went across to New World to get my lunch. L.R[19?/m], who went to my primary school was walking up and down the isles shouting to his fellow work mates [though he doesn't actually work at NW] asking for $10 to buy his fish and chips for lunch. No one had any money, he asked me, but I only had 2 5er's, so that wasn't enough [???].

And that's about the jist of it. Another friend of mine, M.N[18/f], appeared at some point, but I can't remember when or why...

The Flight of Billy Through the Jungle

2006-01-15T04:59:00.000-08:00

Another dream I had in the last week, it was one of those ones that kinda jumps between locations, but I'll try and piece together so that it's comprehendible.

The Scene: So it's like autumn or something and a group of 3 or 4 friends and myself have ridden over the Rimutaka Hill on mountain bikes with large overloaded tramping packs on our backs. Upon reaching Greytown, a shuttle van had picked us up and driven us down a gravel drive in a dry field that led to a sort of cul-de-sac type dead-end with a picnic table.

The Dream: Upon arriving here we got off our bikes (even though we arrived in the van), the van left and we took our packs off our backs. J.P[21/m] and someone else, I think it was M.C[17/f], perched themselves on the picnic table. Meanwhile, L.H[18/f], I think, and myself crept out into the hay. The hay was probably about 70cm long, there was a little old kinda falling apart cottage that L.H and I had to get to without being seen by a little girl that was 'frolicking' in the nearby field. She would've been about 7. If she spotted us, she would have run to the cottage and called her mother, who would have come out onto the front porch and yelled at us like an evil witch. However, if we were to make it to the cottage without being seen by the little girl, her mother would greet us at the door, been kind and would welcome us warmly. Both of these scenario's played over in my dream, I'm not sure though as to what there relevance was because...

The next minute I found myself in a bedroom which was like a cabin. It was one of the units at the TATC in Masterton, a place where I did a farming course last year. There I was in this room with 3 guys who were fulltime students, D.K, S.B and some unidentifiable other [all 16 or 17/m]. On one of the walls was a closet. It was night time now and we heard footsteps coming towards the building, for whatever reason, the three guys in the room all had to hide, so they rushed into the closet, I shut the door behind them. There was no one outside. Then it dawned on me that my closet was now locked and I had no way of opening the door. The 3 guys were calling to me from inside the closet and banging on the door. Yelling back abd yanking on the door in desperation, the door suddenly came free and swung open, but what was infront of me was not what I had been anticipating.

Infront of me was a six and a half foot male staring at me down the barrel of his shotgun, his name was Billy [a person I imagined, I don't actually know any Billy's]. I screamed, turned and ran out the door infront of me, sprinting across the concrete expanse infront of me, across a dry, grassy field and towards a dirt track which led into a large forest. Behind me, Billy was on a killing spree, having chased me out of the room, he was now shooting at the 20 or so other students who had run out of the rooms to flee [hehe, spree rhymes with flee]. People, friends, were lying dead and scattered behind me, blood sprawled across the ground. A couple of metres behind me, another guy, I'm not sure who, was running with me, away from Billy. Looking back, Billy was a 100m or so behind, but now heading our way. We ran along the dirt track and into the forest, time suddenly passed rapidly and we emerged out the other side of the forest. The guy that was with me looked back at the forest and said to me, "Don't worry, that's just the grazing paddock." [Don't ask how a forest is a grazing paddock, I have no clue myself].

Looking infront of us, all around and above us was like a thin jungle, random vines were randomly spread around the place and hanging down. On the right hand side of us, the land had a sudden drop off where it was like a big cliff face. Coming out from the side of the cliff below was a river [how it flows through dirt? I don't know]. About 20m infront of us was Billy, it seemed normally that he had somehow got ahead of us. He was sitting on the ground with his feet dangling off the cliff, he hadn't noticed us. To ensure that he wouldn't notice us, the guy I was with had a genius brainwave! We had with us a bowl of peas... so our plan was formulated. To keep our presence hidden we would drop the peas from the top of the cliff down into the river! The plan couldn't be flawed! [??? Go figure...]

To our dismay, Billy turned and saw us! But we were not to be caught. Lo and behold my imagination was a step aheadof us as usual and had formulated an actual full-proof plan. Hanging amongst the jungle vines was numerous fluorescent lava-like jelly vines [here I go again with fluorescent lava...]. Escaping from Billy was easy, we just grabbed a fluorescent jelly vine and tugged it, then the vine sprang upwards and up we went with it. Then there was a change of scene...

We were back in the forest, there was a small rectangular shaped clearing that we were standing in. This scenario seemed sureal, set out almost like a computer game. Billy stood at the back of the clearing observing myself and the person I was with. I stood facing forward with my back to Billy, in the middle of the clearing. To my right, at about elbow height, was a circular metal like vault with a blue beam, but the beam didn't shine past the edge of the metal. To my left, was an identical 'vault-like thing,' but this one was orange. They were like Luke Skywalker's sword thing just irking to shine out of their tubes, their light beams were sort of throbbing, wanting to shine out in the open space. Behind my left shoulder was the guy who was with me, he was explaining to me what I had to do to "end it all," like the climax of a computer game.

Hanging down infront of me was an orange jelly vine. To 'end it' I had to grasp the vine simulataneously with both hand and then in that instant the orange and blue beams would shine out towards each other, with me in the centre, and when they then simultaneously struck the orange jelly vine with their light, the vine would spring upward taking me with it. And so it was so.

As this ended, I returned to my being in Greytown, we were in Carterton [geez dreams are confusing...who'd have 'em?]. The day before my friends and I were to leave on our bikes back to Wellington, the shuttle van company at an outdoors shop offered to give us a ride as far as Greytown. So the following morning, L.H and I farewelled our two other friends and rode our bikes with our packs on our backs down to the where the vans were meeting us (out other two friends were already in Featherston, go figure...again...), the vans actually then took us all the way to the base of the Rimutaka Hill.

We rode home.

The End.

Again, questions about the length? Sorry, but dreams will be dreams.

The FBI Escapade to Australia in Pursuit of The Drug Dealer E.G

2006-01-12T16:00:00.000-08:00

This one I had just in the last week, sorry about the length, but dreams will be dreams.

Here's the deal, I'm at the Wellington train station with R.F[18/f], an acquaintance from college, "Just don't say anything," is what she tells me as I'm summoned across the station to the platforms by two poilce officers and two FBI agents. One of the police officers asks me a question of whether I could confirm that E.G[18/f] (another acquaintance from college and best friend of E.G) was a fugitive who had left the country illegaly to avoid charges of drug dealing. I said nothing. The two FBI agents subsequently walked about 10m away, to give me a minute to think it over. The police officer who didn't ask me the question quietly spoke under his breath, motioning his eyes towards me, "Just say yes."

The FBI agents returned and repeated the question. Thinking democratically, I replied, "What if I said yes?" The agents considered this as an affirmative reply and so E.G (who had fled to Australia) was now to be pursued. With my statement the FBI had permission to pursue E.G in another country and I was their 'key witness.'

So plans were underway for an 8.30pm flight (it was about 7.30pm at the time) from the airport that was situated on top of the station outside (where the bus depot is, kinda). I told the agents that I wanted to go with them and that if they wouldn't let me then I would withdraw my statement and so they wouldn't have the authority to pursue E.G in Australia. Seemingly disgruntled, but also stuck in a corner, they agreed that I travel with them.

Time had passed quickly as the agents in the travellers lounge packed semi-automatics of allsorts into black briefcases, it was now 8.20pm. We were to be catching a commercial flight, only 10 minutes away from depature, now a debacle started up because I didn't have my passport on me, the plane was scheduled to take-off, but I was still threatening to withdraw my statement if the agents left without me. Even more disgruntled now, the agents began to formulate ways of delaying our flight without causing suspicion to the other passengers. As such, a bus, full of passengers set to take them from the traveller's lounge out to the tarmac to meet our plane, was parked infront of the lobby door that led to the tarmac and blocked the exit for traveller's on foot. 8.25pm, time passing faster.

Meanwhile, my mum is at Kenepuru Hospital, with my dad, having stitches removed from her leg which she had injured the day before on a wire fence [my mum actually had hurt her leg on a wire fence, which she had to have treated at Kenepuru A&E, but she didn't have stitches]. Her cellphone rang, I was calling her from the airport. "Yes?" she asked. I spoke in a very casual everyday tone, "Mum, it's Tracey, I'm in town at the airport, I'm supposed to be getting an 8.30 flight, can you please bring me my passport? And my shotgun, I think it's in my bedroom." "Well we're just at the hospital, I'm having my stitches out. We'll be there shortly."

8.30pm: Arguing with the agents (them insisting that they are going to leave without me vs me threatening to withdraw my statement), they still have the bus delaying the flight; my mum has arrived below in the train station and I walk down to meet her. Mum hands me my passport and shotgun with a big smile on her face and asks me where I'm going. I tell her that the FBI want to take me with them to Australia. Gleefully and oblivious to the actual situation, she congratualates me, 'well done' she says along with a few other words. She says they want to take me as a reward for being the good citizen that I am. In my head I can't help but think of how bizzare it would be if 'that' was happening.

With my passport and shotgun in hand, I thank my mum and quickly return to the traveller's depature lounge and go through the security barriers with the agents, loading our weaponry into the luggage holds of the passenger bus. The agents tell the bus driver that he can now take us to the plane.

The bus travels across the tarmac towards our plane and I look back at the large expanse of glass windows which is the Wellington airport, as I rapidly drift out of my REM and slip into the darkness which is otherwise known as the dreamless stage of sleep.

It's late now, 1.50am, I'm going to bed.

Btw, I don't think we ever found her...

The Weather Predicting Lava Blobs

2006-01-12T15:46:00.000-08:00

This is a more recent dream which I had within the last couple of months. While describing this dream to my boss (a chemist, I work in a pharmacy) he questioned me as to whether I had been taking LSD. Just for the record, I don't take hallucinogenic drugs of any shape or form.

In this dream, I was back at my primary school. It was during the lunch hour and I was playing with my friends, the exception was that the kids with me weren't the ones that I went to primary school with, they were my friends from college, but at the age of about 7.

We were all playing in the quad that was surrounded by the junior block. Then a tall (about one and a half metres) lava blob rose out of the asphalt, it was fluroscent in colour, but could change colours and, being only a blob, continuosly altered in shape. There were also numerous blobs like this that rose out of the tennis courts by the senior classrooms.

These blobs did however have a purpose, somewhat. Their colour and shape could be interpreted, although they didn't make any sounds, everyone knew what they were telling us. The lava blobs predicted anything and everything.

Most of the time it was just the weather forecast.

I Believe I Can Fly

2006-01-12T15:38:00.000-08:00

Another one I had when I was little. This dream is one of the most realistic, vivid dreams I've ever had. I was so sure that it was real that the morning after, I went crying to my mum asking why I couldn't fly anymore.

I could fly!

I was standing out on my back deck, flying was easy - all I had to do was put one arm straight out infront of me, followed by the other. Then lift one of my legs and stretch it out behind me. As soon as I lifted my other leg off the ground I would begin to glide. This only ever lasted a few meters, but then I discovered that by tilting my arms up, the wind could push upwards against my arms, and fluctuating my legs like a mermaid's tail, I could go as high as I wanted! I then went out on the road, we live in a cul-de-sac, and I could fly higher than the lamposts!

It was always great fun doing loop the loops and feeling the wind brush past me.

I wish I could still fly.

The Living McDonald's Characters

2006-01-12T15:33:00.000-08:00

This is the one from when I was really little that was my childhood nightmare, I'm sure everyone has one.

I can't remember more than that Birdie, Hamburglar and Grimace had all come to life and were evil scary monsters chasing me out of McDonald's along the footpath...

It was very scary at the time.

The Grandmother Ghost at Kenepuru Hospital

2006-01-11T15:06:00.000-08:00

This is a reacurring dream which I started having after my Great Grandmother died in 1995. I dreamed it almost in slow motion. I've not dreamed about it since I was about 10.

In this dream, my great grandmother was actually my grandmother and I was about 7. My dad took me to visit her at Kenepuru Hospital, where she was in a bed in the room at the end of a long corridor. We were actually going there because she had died - we were going to visit her body. My dad took me to the room then left, I think he was going to the bathroom, I'm not sure, but for whatever reason, he left.

Her bed was in the centre of the room with the bed head against the wall that ran perpendicular to the corridor. I snuck across the room nearer to her bed, when she turned her head and looked at me. I quickly backed up a few steps. I realised that she hadn't actually physically turned her head, but her ghost, lying within her, had. Then, her ghost rose, sitting up on the bed, my grandmothers waist being used as a pivot for two torso's. The ghost climbed off the bed standing on the side opposite me. Picking up a broomstick (a flying one, one like that of a witch, although my grandmother's ghost didn't use it to fly), the ghost rushed around the bed. I turned and ran down the corridor in terror, calling for my dad (who was nowhere to be seen), with the ghost coming after me.

The ward was empty, there were no nurses, doctors or patients in sight.

At the other end of the corridor was a door that led to the outside. Pushing the swinging double doors open, I ran outside, tears down my face, with the ghost still after me. The ghost followed me across the hospital's lawn and down a grass bank by the side of the hospital....

....and that's where the dream always ended....

The Dream Chronicles of TMonkey

2006-01-10T19:21:00.000-08:00

In addition to my original blog The Legend of the TMonkey I have created this blog to share my experiences during REM.

If you know me well, you'll know that I have some messed up dreams. Yay to natural hallucinogens, but wtf? to my dreams, my boss asked if I was on LSD during one description. Anyway, I've decided that I shall share these dreams with you. My dreams are often incredibly vivid and their vividness often freaks me out in the morning when I wake up. If you reckon you can interprit some of my dreams I'd love to hear it.

The chronicles will include the following;

The Grandmother Ghost at Kenepuru Hospital
The Living McDonald's Characters
I Believe I Can Fly
The Weather Predicting Lava Blobs
The FBI Escapade to Australia in Pursuit of The Drug Dealer E.G
The Flight of Billy Through the Jungle
My Birthday at Work
The Flying Bridge and My Christmas Stuff
The Drive Home and The Dog That Wasn't Mine
Me Taking Drugs
Searching For a Flat
Rollerblading/Biking and The Myths of Makara
Ms H and Frankie The Skinhead
D.C's Maiden Trot Over The Rimutaka's
A Fatal Dose of Hemopathic Remedies
Our Christmas Production

and many, many more...