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dream #1, Fri 27/11/09

Having a lot of trouble in the sleep department, sigh.

First dream inspired by Twitter. Dear god.

Real life background: a friend posted on Twitter that she was annoyed about not being invited to some function I was supposedly at. This bothered me, as I would never not invite someone unintentionally and I was pretty sure she was out of town at the time, or unable to attend.

Dream: She began to send me abusive e-mails and direct messages, so I had to block her. I called her ex-boyfriend with whom I am friends, and he was pretty shocked. We agreed to meet up at a pub and have a drink.

I was driving in some imaginary part of Melbourne and parked on an unfamiliar street. There were people hanging outside, but they were friendly and not threatening. I walked to a pub I'd never been to. There were beautiful women purring in gorgeous foreign accents, and they told me to leave after my one drink. Feeling deflated, I began to leave, and saw my workmate Stu there. I couldn't believe we had bumped into each other. He was very drunk and vague.

I left and a family friend picked me up by car. He was driving the wrong way to my car, and I told him so, and he turned around and drove me to my car.

I was staying at some strange place. It reminded me of the old Olympic Village houses in Heidelberg. Stu was in the frontyard, with smashed longnecks of VB beer. A man was yelling at him to go away and I stepped in to defend him.

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dreams, Mon 14/9/09 & Tue 15/9/09

Mon 14/9/09

I've forgotten them, even though elements of the dreams kept floating back up at me during the day. Sigh.

Tue 15/9/09

For some reason a workmate had written a blog and was bitching about an (imaginary, as in he doesn't have this ex in real life) ex in a horrible manner. He'd also written an entry about how him and I had gone out for dinner and mentioned me by my last name, as I had bought him dinner. I was touched because he is a good deal younger than me and often makes out at work that he's a bit too cool and awesome for everyone.

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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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