Another from a while ago...
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
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...
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???
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?
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
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...
?!?!
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
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
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...
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
