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Thursday, November 27, 2003 Pre-Script - Simon, if you thought I was on crack before this, you're going to be convinced of it after you read this post - - - - - - *laughs out loud* have sat down at the computer, checked some blogs, written a few important and some not-so-important emails... you know the deal. am now ready to write blog. put hand in pocket. discovered 'assessment receipt' for internship report and on the back my scrawled writing from last night / this morning. this is 'drEam-MAIL' you see - notes you leave yourself about the dream you just finished having and you leave this note by your bed... let's see if i can make sense of my drEam-MAIL... Here are some examples, which I will undoubtedly be able to order (due to a complex system of arrows and asterisks)... - magic in a can - Nibbler exiled - Bremen / Waverly on the West Coast of USA - Beck and Eug in bed (LOLOLOLOL) OMG - this writing is so messy. not even i can read some of it... i will attempt again.... - annoying little shit breaking glasses - ZWAN (ZN) - state of USA... OK, let's try and put these into some kind of a dream... I had a dream last night and it fit me like a glove. What a great lyric. Anyway.... back to it. The dream started. It was night time. I was in a house that was my cousins' house is the dream, although it was nothing like their house in real life.... My cousin, who has in real life just returned from Italia, was in the dream decking out the house with beautiful wallpaper and new tablecloths and everything for her boyfriend and his mates, who were coming in a few weeks (this is happening in real life, incidentally... the arrival of the Italians, not the decking of the tables) As she was unfurling a particularly large rug, the fabric became joined to a woman's dress and I realised that the location of the dream has shifted because of it. The lady's dress was the same fabric/colour as the rug, but suited the rug and garment equally... It was nighttime still. I was standing in what seemed like a suburban backyard. There was a narrow concrete path - you know the ones - they lead to Hills hoists and the like in suburban Australian backyards. I saw a little girl in the distance (who I did not know) and she motioned for me to join her. She said you had to do a forward roll, under the chicken wire, to get in... Then, I saw what she meant and there looked to be a large area of the backyard, which now looked like grassland (still with a narrow concrete path) surrounded by chicken wire. There was however, a space just off the path, where someone had dug under the wire. The girl did a tumble roll through the gap. I did too. We went under and continued along the narrow concrete path until we came to the centre of the enclosure. There was a big slab of concrete and I saw my Mum standing there, wearing the same garment/rug fabric as my cousin had used beforehand... She was just waiting for something/one. When I got there though, I took her hand and we went out of the chicken wire enclosure... The dream then shifted and I was sitting on a big double bed, which was located inside an aeroplane. It was daytime. We were high in the sky. The bed had a big ol' patchwork quilt cover over it. Beck and Eug then appeared next to me on the bed and they were looking at this HUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEE map (it was a real bitch to re-fold...) of what seemed to be USA. But it wasn't. All the states were mucked up. For one, Washington was called 'Zwan' and its initials was ZN. It then flashed up '$US61 for capital city tickets for final show'... ?! There were also extra states / less states than the regular, real-life USA. For one, California was not called that, it had no name on the map. It was just coloured in blue - but I felt impelled to call it either Bremen or Waverley. I just knew it would be ONE of those... On the right hand side of the aeroplane, Beck, Eug and I looked across to see a middle-aged couple (who resembled that annoying couple off last year's The Amazing Race actually) sitting on regular aeroplane seats. They were looking at a map like ours, but all of the state names were filled in. I managed to see that the California-shape state was indeed Waverley and that was our destination... The aeroplane then changed into a fast-food restaurant. You know the ones - tacky, 80s-early 90s Maccas style ones. They have those fake looking plants. They have lots of wood in combination with plastic swivel chairs... A nice veneer of mahogony (actually that sounds like my real life kitchen... lol) Anyway, I was now sharing a table with Beck, Eug and that annoying middle-aged couple, chowing down on some greasy burgers and the like no doubt. There was this annoying little shit behind me who, for no reason, was breaking glasses by throwing them (with all his strength) into those trash receptacles. You know the ones - they have that flap, where you can push the rubbish through and you can sit the tray on top.... So yeah, he was just THROWING glasses in there and everyone could hear them smashing and breaking but didn't think to stop him or restrain him or anything* Nibbler, from TV's Futurama, then came up and used his superior powers to telepathically restrain the boy. Everyone just thought this was completely normal, as if he were doing something as mundane as mopping the floors... Not me, Not I! I was AMAZED at what he was doing! I started speaking to him and he got all antsy in his pantsy cos he thought everyone should be oblivious to him... I discovered he was exiled in this restaurant/aeroplane and that he needed to fly back home to his Nibblonian planet. With my new-found friend, we made our way to the cockpit/grill counter where we negotiated a ride to the Nibblonian planet. We soon discovered an evil plot to keep Nibbler, and myself, aboard this horrible Doublemeat Palace of my Dreams. This witch (what a world, what a world) then appeared with a big nasty black hat on and she had what looked like a jetpack attached to her back. She detached one of the tanks of the jetpack, shook it up, re-attached it to her back, then reached behind her and pushed the tip of the aerosol can. I briefly saw the name 'MAGIC IN A CAN' on the cylinder, before Nibbler grabbed my hand and forced me to jump onto her back with her - we were going to hitch a ride home. We were now outside and the three of us (the witch, Nibbler and myself) were running along some road in suburban Melbourne, trying to gather speed for our ascent. As we gained speed, I pressed the MAGIC IN A CAN can and we rose up and up and up, through the canopy of the trees (hitting a few branches on the way, might I add) before ascending into space... It was a very very cool dream... * - Last night, I saw the end of Blue Heelers. Yes, I know, it's a crime (oooh, I made a pun and didn't even mean it). Anyway, on there, there was this drunk guy who kept breaking glasses by just dropping them in the bar... This was no doubt the catalyst for that aspect of my dream. posted by AJ | 6:56 PM | | ||
