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dream, Thu 19/11/09

It's funny: just heard on the radio yesterday that this particular ex is doing a poetry reading, and then I dreamt about him.

We were in some strange place, that sort of reminded me of high school, but wasn't really. I saw my old ex and we started seeing one another again. It was different this time. I cared a lot less about how he acted as a partner.

I didn't hear from him for a few days. I didn't mind. @rob_caporetto offered to look him up online and find out what he was doing. I said, don't, I don't want people to see you looking him up. He said he could do it in a way that no one would know.

He looked him up, and without my permission, went up to my ex and told him he was treating me badly and should be ashamed of himself and that I didn't deserve to be treated in such a fashion.

My ex approached me after a few days when we were in the same room. I nodded at him casually, not wanting to disturb him. He told me what happened and I was furious. He started cuddling another girl. I didn't mind. When he saw that I didn't care, he desperately tried to get my attention again, and tried to get me to care. I told him it was probably best things were over.

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dream, Sun 8/11/09

I forgot to jot this one down. I was somewhere and saw my ex and his brother who appeared unnaturally taller than him. I said my ex's name and he smiled warmly at seeing me which was unusual for him. Not because it was me but he was never so open about his feelings. We talked like old friends.

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dream, Wed 4/11/09

I was on some sort of boat, with the ex-girlfriends of a French guy. For some reason my mother was there and I bemoaned the fact that there were no snacks on the boat. We stopped and got off at some bilingual port and I got mustard-flavoured ice cream, as well as amaretto. The mustard-flavoured ice cream was called 'Hope'. They also had ale-flavoured ice cream and it was called 'Snow White'.

Neither of the flavours I got tasted anything like what they were supposed to.

A young girl pointed at me and said I was Indian. I started cursing her in French and said that I was born in England and threw my headband at her. I chased her out of the kiosk.

We boarded the boat again. My father gave me a newspaper, in French. He wanted me to do work experience in some Contiki-like camp. I was annoyed, as that wasn't anything like the work I wanted to do.

* * *

I'm at a library outside B53, my first high school classroom. We've got a list of what books I had to have read for this English exam. I found all the books in the library and they were all in French, meaning they'd take a little longer for me to read.

I saw my former best friend in primary school who snubbed me. I did not attempt to help her find the books.

Then there was a funeral procession through school. The coffins were all made of steel. I went to my locker and found lots of chocolate bars. Next to my locker there were some rotting loaves of bread.

* * *

My workmate Dan was helping me fix my laptop. My partner was over at my house and I was going to get him to leave because my ex was supposed to visit me. I decided not to bother calling my ex as my mobile phone was dead.

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dream, Sun 1/11/09

This dream contains concepts that some might find distressing. If you think this applies to you, please stop reading now.

I am finally able to open my high school locker and get out the book I need to read in its entirety for my English exam. Unusually, I can't remember where my locker is as I've not used it in some time.

My schoolfriend Liz shows me and someone else opens it for me to show how useless the locks are on it.

I get my book and go.

I am heading to my current boyfriend's house. He's not there so I am allowed to sleep a while in a spare room. It looks nothing like his actual house. When I wake up and pack, my ex's brother is out there with friends. We don't talk and as I can't find my boyfriend's father to say goodbye and thank you, I leave.

I can't find my car. I walk around for a while. It's like my memories before I napped have been stolen from me. My car is very different from my actual one in real life. I don't find it and am apparently wandering around Clifton Hill. I then end up at university and am told that my application has been lost and it's like I didn't actually apply.

I buy some Japanese sweets off a stall and keep walking. I get taken in by a group of Japanese people. We all sit down and they make some delicious Japanese noodle dishes but not for me, because I am gaijin. They know my Japanese ex. I tell them that he is a rapist. They say they know because he is in the habit of filming people he anally rapes and then uploads the clips onto the internet. I am worried that I might be in one such clip. A girl laughs at me and says, yes, I've seen you.

People around us begin to fall dead to the ground. We begin to lay sheets over them. Other people begin to flock to one other male in the group, praying that he will heal them. I begin to smack people out of the way with a heavy cloth. Another man, Asian and unknown to me, comes up to me and says that he is my intended true love. I say that I cannot feel the same way about him.

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dream, Mon 26/10/09

Again, in high school. A few of us are sitting in my old Year 7 classroom doing homework - I'm reading Pride and Prejudice. My schoolmate Frank goes home with my schoolbag by accident. This is bad as I've got my expensive flute and other assorted things in there.

I then get ready for some weird graduation ceremony. For some reason, only a third of the students turn up. There is Filipino stick dancing (I don't know the proper word for it alas).

* * *

On a tram to some alternate version of North Melbourne. We get off at a specific stop - heading to some sort of festival gig at the last minute. My old schoolmate Sue-Ann is there, the one who had an affair with my Physics teacher (in real life).

Me and Louise are getting ready to dress up in an alley. She arrives in a car. Sue-Ann begins to snog Daniel Craig who has oddly just arrived in the alleyway. Louise and I get dressed.

* * *

I'm at dinner at a horrible place with an abusive ex-boyfriend. The place won't let us order alcohol for some strange reason and I am adamant that I need alcohol. They have some gorgeous lipglosses there for sale and I decide I'd like a pack. Apparently Oprah (?!) has the same ones. I see another girl be stereotypically bitchy to another on our table just because she doesn't like her sandals. I am shocked and try to stand up for her.

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dream, Sat 13/6/09

My brother and his wife are getting a new house in some fictional new estate that is further north out of Melbourne than where I currently live. The houses there are made of grey stone - similar to cobblestones but more grey. They say that their initial house was built, people squatted in it and then found out that it wasn't built to their specific instructions, so it got torn down.

For some reason the area reminds me slightly of Stonehenge.

* * *

A man is standing outside a restaurant he works at, enticing people to come in. Every so often, he shouts witty but nasty things. The street he's in reminds me of the street Black Books is set in. Someone goes up to him and suggests he uses Twitter. He thinks the suggestion ridiculous. The person feels slighted and I tell them not to take it personally because I've conversed with him and he's been rude to me afterwards.

* * *

Weirdly, I'm in some sort of department store like Myer and shopping for American Crew hair products. Or Stila (who don't even make haircare). We're wandering in this large, tacky place and at one counter I see a couple of brothers that look like Z and S. I cannot stop staring at them, even though it is not them. They even have the same names.

We have this grandmother-like person in tow and apparently she has cancer - this means that every so often she throws up and soils herself. She is very offensive to her beautiful daughter, who looks like a film star.

* * *

Stuck in some kind of fairytale land - we were apparently reliving Margaret Atwood's version of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, so as you can imagine, it had some fantastic feminist slant to it. There was a beautiful forest and at one stage I looked up in the sky and saw Tetris blocks forming and falling.

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