My dreams are getting more convoluted. This could mean something...
There was some kind of party at my house which was stripped - of furniture, wires, pictures hanging on the wall. In some parts of the house, the walls were completely knocked out. The party was for me, but my brother invited a whole bunch of his friends who turned out to be really nice. Everybody got very drunk. People wrote on the shorts I was wearing, and I didn't even realise. Every now and then I would be jokingly chased by a boy and run towards my partner to save me. There was a food fight in one part of the house. I saw what looked like cheese and chickpeas in a puddle and even against my better judgement, put a finger in the dip to taste it, even though it was a hot day.
We were all wild. We hung off exposed beams and ripped wires out of the walls. My father was pretty mad. He said everyone was so polite, till they got drunk.
My brother tried to come into my skeleton of a room. All my things were packed up into Victorian furniture. I pulled my laptop out. I told him to get out. He wouldn't listen, so I started to bludgeon him with a vintage mirror. Eventually, he left.
* * *
This gave way to some sort of ancient Greek mythological setting. I was watching a wall, overgrown with ivy and other things. It would shift and change, as if to 'refresh' itself, in panels.
There were two Greek gods, a female and male. The female told the male to be still so she could go into his body to heal him in a certain place. Later on, she had a child. I was that child, and grew up to be beautiful. I had a purpose to serve. Once I served my purpose, three other gods bludgeoned me to death and my mother was furious. I consumed BPAL imps - literally, glass and all. I was able to chew on them. I was worried that eating them meant I wasn't getting to sample them.
* * *
In another setting, this time with my parents and some other people. We are on some sort of camp, and it's set in the outback on a hill. I meet a boy, whose parents snub me. I offer to shake their hands but they start to make fun of me, and my apparent high-falutin ways, even though I am just trying to be friendly. The boy is so embarrassed. I start screaming at my mother, and telling her why I prefer to talk to my father over her. We all hop on a weird train, and the boy follows me.
I turn into a beautiful girl, with fair skin, blonde hair and large blue eyes. He falls in love with me and sets fire to a man who looks like Craig McLachlan in order to win my love. I am distraught. He tries to carry the charred body away for me. He is hospitalised, and I can't even visit him or touch him because he is so burnt. I am disgusted.
Girls dive into a green pool to fundraise, for what I'm not sure. The boy's parents drive into a hazard but no one misses them because they are so horrible and right-wing.
