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.
