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dream, 18/10/09

I have had a few dreams in the last few days but haven't been able to get them down.

This one, again is set in high school. Our year level was kept inside. It was a building that looked very much like B Block at my old high school. I was in what looked like cross between a massive classroom and a university library. My teacher was very strict. I had spent all day researching something. For some reason, I couldn't find a bibliographical reference. There were dirty dishes everywhere on the tables.

I got up from my seat and was trying very hard not to cry. My former high school crush saw me and asked me if I was okay. I gently brushed him off and said yes. He knew I was lying. When I thought he'd got rid of me, I hid and wiped my tears and composed myself.

Suddenly, he jumped up and told me he couldn't hide stuff like that from me. I looked at him and said, how do you always know. He just smiled at me and took me outside the classroom to cheer me up. Without warning, he said my name and asked me if he could kiss me. I wanted to, but said no, you can't, I'm with someone now. I thought he was too. He said he wasn't any longer. He said that we belonged together. I said he missed his chance - my current lover was amazing, and I just couldn't do that to him. I'd never cheated on anyone, and didn't plan to start now.

He took me to a secluded part of the building. Our old schoolmate Nat saw us and asked us if we were finally a couple. I frowned.

They still weren't letting out our year level even though everyone else was outside playing. My Year 10 coordinator was keeping us in.

Steven, my crush, took me aside and tried to kiss me. I told him I wanted to kiss him, but wasn't going to. We lay under a blanket together and he got naked and put my hand on his erect penis. I let my hand sit there but refused to move it.

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dream, Sat 26/9/09

EMS Luke was leaving for somewhere (he has recently, in real life). For some reason, neither of us had any illusions - both of us were sad to be parting, though I'm not sure why as we were not romantically linked. He had insanely rare BPALs and was giving them to me to sniff. I spilt one of them on the carpet and thought he would kill me, but he didn't seem to mind. For some reason, he was leaving me contact details for him and for his sister or female cousin (in real life, he has no sister).The party we were having ended with pizza. L left and didn't mind me constantly kissing him goodbye. He even seemed to like it and couldn't even pretend to push me away.

tAlex and Rob and I were living together and all our bedroom doors were shut. I was in my room, shut my door so as not to bug them as I had music playing. tAlex then came in to join me and just talk and seemed interested in...spending proper quality time with me. I was a bit miffed. I tried not to ask any stupid open source computer questions around him but he seemed a bit more friendly about it and did his best to make me feel like I wasn't bothering him. I felt like all three boys were interested in me - as a person, not romantically. I was flattered and embarrassed that it made me feel liked.

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dreams, Mon 29/6/09 & Tue 30/6/09

Dammit, I forgot Monday's dreams.

Today's were pretty crazy because last night I took zolpidem.

@swingdag was apparently from this made-up province in the Philippines and the dialect of Filipino she spoke was derived from sweet pet-talk. I don't remember the (fictional) name for the dialect but it sounded like 'palawagan'.

Myself and Stu were riding on a toy train through Preston - we passed a restaurant where someone was playing a harmonica - this was where I met up with @swingdag. She started to play the harmonica which was covered in a blanket, and it was sitting in a chair. She played and it somehow became lodged in her mouth, moving further down. When she pulled it out of her mouth, it smoked as if newly removed from an oven and was completely dry.

A workmate sat next to me and decided to share some of his homemade pizza. I said it was only fair I bought him a cup of coffee. I went in search of this alternate version of Melbourne Uni's Union House that I've seen in a previous dream for a good coffee shop. Union House had more storeys in my dream than it does in real life. Part of it was closed. I ended up buying some iced confection and as I was eating it, this young, attractive Italian man started to stroke my back. I swatted his hand away. Workmate eventually found me and joined me. He hugged me from behind and started to try to kiss my cheek. I squirmed out of his arms.

I was staying at some amazing apartment, but left to shower at another one a few doors down. I had the shower running and was looking for clothes or something when a New Zealand woman went in and began showering. I was pretty annoyed, and she was very rude to me. I was given some sort of pouch containing nail polish, lipgloss and girly keyrings, as well as a pair of stockings with calligraphic poetry quotes. A girl next to me wanted the things in my pouch and started to stroke my leg. I told her there was no need to do that and if she wanted a different colour lipgloss all she need do was ask me. I left and went into the shower, holding a pair of mismatched pastel pink heels which turned patent leather black when they accidentally got wet.

Last fragment: I had some crazy-strict teacher like my first boyfriend's mother. I told the obese school bully in my friendship (this person is directly from my high school days) that I was going to report her bullying. She merely laughed at me. I hid from this teacher, but she found me stark naked in a wardrobe and gave me back my confiscated bike. She liked me as a student even though her brightest student was a one year old girl. We all turned up to class according to how smart we were - she wanted to spend more time with the smarter students, so the less bright ones turned up earlier. I was second next to this one-year-old prodigy.

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Is Our Kid Really Learning How to Love on our Family Cat Properly?!

Well,...we're getting closer. While taking these pictures Shayla was really good about Not clamping down on Munchkin, as with a vise grip, in order to hold her hostage for lovin'. However as Shayla enjoyed this freewill affection from cat to human, the honeymoon was soon over, as the tide had changed and Munchkin wanted to get up. Shayla deemed that it was not time for that, so I had to step in and liberate our household feline before my child's love for this animal turned into pain for the animal. I must say here that our household pet is extremely docile and she would allow our child to nearly strangle her to death than to ever initiate a hurtful action towards any child. Hence, I, The Savior of cats, one of my necessary 'hats', perform a very vital role for this establishment. We Are getting closer though. Stay Tuned.

       

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dream, Tue 31/3/09

This was one of the longest narrative dreams I've had in quite some time, but sadly, I am unable to recall as much of it as I'd like.

There was this beautiful boy - I seemed to like him, and he me. However, I was secondary to a beautiful girl. He only paid attention to me when he could not be near her. We snuggled together in a bed, but he would not return my caresses but was not averse to my caressing him. I fell asleep on his shoulder.

The setting was bunker-like and post-apocalyptic. We were never in view of the open air - always in darkened rooms, connected by tunnels. Yet everything seemed...organic. Thick cloth separated living quarters.

At one stage, I crawled out of bed and left my beloved, who was still asleep. I opened what I thought was a cupboard door but it was a secret passageway. I jumped in and crawled through. Upon opening the other door at the end, I briefly glimpsed a couple making love and shut the door in shame.

I crawled back into bed. Again I awoke, closer to morning and went looking around the place we were in. I opened another door and this time stumbled upon yet another couple making love. Again, I shut the door in shame, cheeks burning.

We were not to stay where we were - we were running from something. At one stage, we crossed a wooden plank bridge and because of my short stature, I was able to avoid some mutated fluorescent spider sitting on a weathered man's shoulder.

The boy I liked once managed to see the girl he liked and touched her tenderly, and she returned the affection. I watched on in resignation and sadness.

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dream, Sat 21/3/09

Again, snippets.

Former housemate had still not moved out, only we were living in a different flat to our real-life one. It was more like a converted warehouse with mezzanine levels. It was massive.

I went to stay with a friend (TJ, incidentally) and we lived in a house that spanned two suburbs, that is we were right on the suburb line divide. One step to the left and it was Suburb A (I can't recall the fictive names), one to the right and it was Suburb B. This fictional place is one I've been to in my dreams before. The neighbouring house to the left was actually a beautiful old slate stone church. To the right was a barn of sorts.

TJ and I walked down our street and saw someone who was apparently her brother, who had a young child.

I returned to my flat, and lay on the bed next to A. He told me to move closer so we could lie together, and he could hold me (as we sometimes used to do. We spooned and fell asleep.

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