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dream #2, Fri 27/11/09

Continuation of dream, but at this point, it's no longer related to previous dream and because I was blogging at an external computer (madly, I might add, so I wouldn't forget my dream), I couldn't type up the whole thing.

(Here's the first part of the dream)

After trying to stand up for Stu, a girl of about eleven called me into her house. I knew that this was going to be sort of dangerous, because her family was rich and they thought of people like me as trash. With trepidation, I followed her in. She told me I could go into parts that no one but family was allowed in. I felt like an intruding babysitter. She had a younger brother and he was playing with his toys. All of a sudden, her mother called. Panic. I hid in their workshop. As if the mother were psychic, she came and sought me out and leant down to see me hiding under a wooden workbench. She wasn't mad at either me or her daughter, and I was glad.

Then all of a sudden, I was on some sort of school camp. I was watching a comedy show - the comedians were famous, and on the stage they played theatre sport type games. I was on a seat, like a trapeze swing, with a wooden plank to sit on and couldn't see the show properly. I swung it to see while my companions sat on theirs with no trouble.

I was part of some special ops team, and there was a beautiful, blond-haired man in my team. There was a growing attraction between us, even though I was aware that I had a partner already. Despite this, our attraction grew.

At one stage, I was adamant to prove how tough I was. As a BSG Starbuck-lookalike watched on, the blond man pressed a knife into my flesh, just above my knee (not far from where I have a scar in real life). He pressed, harder and harder, and pleaded with me to give in so he could stop. I would not let him stop. I began to fade. I said to him "I'm starting to feel faint..." Again, he begged me to make him stop. I wouldn't.

Eventually, he had to take me to our black special ops van and give me first aid. As he bandaged my leg, our faces stooped to kiss. The attraction was electric but I told him I could not: I had someone I loved already.

Bandaged up, I enjoyed the rest of the visit to this location. My high school French teacher Mrs Gorey was there. The blond man was aroused when I spoke to her entirely in French. She went to the door and smoked and we spoke more French. She did not smoke in real life.

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dream, Mon 23/11/09

I think some of this dream is a result of reading Stephen King's short story in The New Yorker from two weeks ago. It's about a couple and their pet dog.

At first, I dreamt that my family got a small dog. He looked like a Dachshund and had sleek, glossy chestnut brown fur. I was angry because although my father had always wanted a pet dog, he wasn't going to take the time to walk him. I started to schedule times when I could take the dog for regular walks.

Then, I was in high school again. I was late to my class, but was the only one there. My father was the teacher. I asked Dad why he was our substitute teacher. He didn't really explain. Eventually, more people turned up but not before I had a chance to get some chocolate snacks - Kit Kats, Wagon Wheels and something else I really like in real life.

When I snuck out of class again to help someone, someone stole my chocolates. I was pretty annoyed. My friend Sean was there. I think my classmate Shauna was the one who stole my chocolates, though she would not admit to doing so.

After class, Dad waited in the car for me as I had more classes. He didn't want me to ride home on my bike. I started to feel sick and fluey. Later on, Dad explained that he had put his name down for something to volunteer as part of mental health and disability within the community, that was how he was called to be my substitute teacher.

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Apple catching RIM in the Smartphone Race

CNET News reported that Apple has closed the gap with Research In Motion (RIM) in the percentage of market share amongst smartphone owners.

RIM holds a 40% share to Apple's 30%. Those numbers represent a 1% decline for RIM and a 5% increase for Apple.

Overall smartphone ownership is up significantly. Below is a quote from the CNET article:

When including all manufacturers, the smartphone market is clearly gaining momentum. ChangeWave reports that 39 percent of those polled in September now own a smartphone, an increase of 2 percentage points since June, but more importantly, double the ownership of consumers polled two years ago.

I believe this trend will continue and that you will see this kind of growth amongst our high school population. If I am correct what kind of implications does this have for our schools?

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dream, Wed 11/11/09

My friend mattJames is having a party for his birthday. Lots of EMSians are there. I think we're on the grounds of my old high school but it looks different, and much more spacious.

No one is talking to mJ. We wait for food to be served. There are mountains of noodles. Then burgers. I wait for sandwiches with ham in them, and also take some prosciutto.

Rob is there, even though at the moment he's overseas. He looks Indian, and very tanned. Him and Ris are no longer in France, but on some Pacific island and he hates it. She loves it. For some reason, they can't be in France. I suggest they go to French-speaking Switzerland, but still study in France. It's too expensive. Rob is paying the bill for a whole bunch of us. We try to stop him.

Suddenly, we're under a table, except that the tabletop is a large tapestry. People keep nearly pricking me in the head with their needles. My old schoolmate Michael D is there. We're talking under the table. I tell him I found an old letter of his. He says not to throw it away so I can show him.

On the tapestry, we all have symbols to represent us, or patches. People start sewing them together. For some reason, this is bad news and apparently I am either evil, or chosen. But then when they start sewing it to others' patches, it also means those people are evil too. I am able to sneak out from under the tapestry table. An old wizened man is playing with some magical cards on the table. He can't see me or I'm dead.

I start to leave the party. I go to get my bike helmet but my brother snatches me into his car and we forget my bike. I tell him I'll need it later. We drive down what looks like Swanston St. Police follow us after doing a U-turn. I thought they were after us.

My brother drops me off and then I have to accompany a woman who looks as beat-up as Eileen Wuornos. Except that she's gentle, and compassionate. She makes us stop to give money to some people and I give some loose change to the guy whose can is least full.

We then go to Myer for some guitar thing she really wants to listen to. Apparently some magical people are after me and will be able to tell that I am the person they are looking for by how well I play the piano. A whole bunch of us are made to play keyboards. I play badly, and am not found out.The piano is made of cake so what I'm really doing is grabbing fistfuls of cake and making a mess.

The magical police stop by me and have no idea I am who they are looking for. For some odd reason, I tell them and they cuff me.

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dream, Thu 5/11/09

What a convoluted dream.

I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.

My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.

After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.

Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.

We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.

Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.

He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.

He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.

I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.

I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.

I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.

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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, Thu 29/10/09

Again, I was going to fail some English exam in high school. I'm supposed to have read the same book I haven't finished reading in all the dreams I've had recently. I think it's a non-fiction book, and I've missed a lot of class in the second semester.

I try to call this horrible person I was semi-seeing last year. He changes his number without telling me. I call the old number and get a very angry woman instead. She is mad at this guy too - he used to live as her housemate and has left her suddenly without giving appropriate funds.

I am staying in this beautiful mansion. My family are there - and because the house is so large, I don't get to see them much. My mother has booked some sort of compulsory family holiday while I'm supposed to have my English exam which I know I shall fail. It takes me quite some wrangling to get out of going.

I find out that my brother is cheating on his wife - he's found a girlfriend. I'm furious. I voice these misgivings with my mother who says that all men are supposed to stray after a while. I say, what, even though his wife is expecting a child? Mum says especially so. I am disgusted with my brother and decide I don't ever want to see him again. I say that I will be out of this mansion as soon as my exams are over.

My brother decides I am too degenerate to sleep on this special mattress he paid money for. The mattress is made of foam and is breaking up. I accuse my brother of being a fucking hipster and say fine, I don't want anything to do with you.

* * *
I'm still in this weird mansion and apparently I have a new boyfriend, a friend I met on Twitter. This apparently helps me decide I want to be with my current real-life partner, who I keep trying to reach via the phone but can't get hold of him.

* * *

I'm trapped in some weird fairytale setting. and I think I'm an old woman. They are conspiring to kill me. What they don't know is that because I have been bitten several times by this particular snake, I'm now immune to its venom. It ends up killing them instead - that being a man dressed in a beautiful flamenco red dress and a young woman.

Then suddenly I'm in Singapore with a bunch of people. One of them stops because she wants to buy Shu Uemura. A man comes up to me to talk to me. He looks like Marc Jacobs. We get shuffled off and I say goodbye to him, marvelling over the Shu Uemura cleansing oil packaging.

A cute Asian girl gives me an eyeshadow palette which comes with cute soft toys.

* * *
Back to the old woman. I turn these quasi Greek monsters into books. The library gets mad because I don't return them to the library. I'm confused, as I tell them, they weren't books before. I meet another girl who tells me I remind her of a heroine in the Chaos Revelations series. I tell her I will look them up in the library. I do so and am confronted by my old schoolfriend Andrea. She wants to go to another section of the library. I shrug and say fine, do what you want. I find the Chaos Revelations series and there are more than four volumes and they appear to be graphic novel adaptations of Shakespeare's plays.

I go to another section of library and begin composing a tune on my flute, and writing variations upon the tune.

I introduce T to some people from EMS. Em comes up to me and tells me mean Luke will stay overseas forever and that someone else, either Rob or Felix are coming home early. She thinks I'll be sad and then I say, I'm glad Luke is gone forever, and wager a lot of other people are too.

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