1). I was sitting in a chair with a bunch of other people. The chairs were all lined up and spaced evenly, 2 on each side of an aisle. We were all waiting to get on a space ship. We had to attach stickers to a page, and we were running late. Xander, from Buffy, was there, but he wasn't on the role. The screechy art teacher from high school was in charge. One of my uni friends wanted to take a soft toy with her, to flank her. My friends were worrying about the fact my back hurt, telling me to get it checked out but there was no time.
>> yay, space travel? I DON'T KNOW. K's bf says all dreams are wishes, but I reckon he might change his opinion if he heard half my dreams. But space travel isn't that crazy. I wouldn't mind living in a space ship for a while. I should watch Buffy more and I guess my uni friend might actually say that.
2). I was trying to analyse No Doubt lyrics but was getting hysterical because I couldn't remember the words. Mother dearest was getting cranky and told me to ask Dad.
>> H saved me from this dream. Part of me cursed him to hell for waking me but most of me is glad I didn't get to find out where that was going. I don't even listen to No Doubt.
3). I was going to the movies but the parking lot was the uni parking lot. H was driving us there in a giant car. We went into the cinema and my cousins were there but they ran away. My two uncles who currently live overseas, in different countries, were telling us to be quiet so they could watch the movie. I went outside and sat with Mother Dearest and someone. The someone and I were smoking. Mother Dearest hadn't noticed, until L came over and pointed it out. Then Mother Dearest got really mad.
>> This was straight after rolling over and deciding to dream of something better than No Doubt lyrics. H driving is me not wanting to drive anymore. NO MORE DRIVING. I will kill someone. It's a matter of 'when' not 'if'. I must have been convinced Mother Dearest was mad at me over something. I don't really miss my cousins and uncles, except for James. But thats more of a worry he'll kill himself or impregnate someone unless I somehow personally stop it 'miss'. So I don't get that. And I'm sick of smoking dreams.
4). T had a job interview at the Macca's near my uni. I thought it would be great because I could hang out at Macca's and do uni work while he worked and the catch a train back together. It was my first day back at uni so T and I were catching a train together. T guided me to the train because I was half asleep. We were on the train for hours before I realised we were going the opposite direction. I got really angry at T and stormed off, trying to find a train to get me back. Munchkin was on one of the platforms, wagging school. I couldn't read the screens telling me where the train was going because they had used the most illegible typeface. I was trying to use my phone to work out which train to catch; but couldn't decide whether to go home or to uni.
>> I was so mad at T when I woke up. So much anger. I almost called him and abused him but that would be silly, wouldn't it? Trains are annoying. I realise I have this idealistic view of Munchkin as a munchkin. Just a kid. It's not true though, he has leg hair and arms now. FREAKS ME OUT.
5). I was in an art class room with A and her two little friends from munchkins grade. One of them was talking about how her dad had sex with her friend in their front yard. The art room was actually a kitchen and I was making sandwiches. When it was time to leave, I had to take W home, except I was on a push bike and heading in the opposite direction of his house. I finally got home, but my bedroom was my old bedroom from the house on the coast. I crawled into bed and then magpies and ducks came out from under the bed. I was curled up in one corner, whimpering and calling out for Munchkin. I somehow got to my parents' bed. Parents told me I wasn't actually scared of birds. Papa went to go get them out so I could sleep. Apparently I'd left my window open. When I got to my own bed there were still eggs in it. I freaked out and ran away to the church monastery thing. The place where the monks stay. Half of it was burnt down because the catholic monks had stolen something from the buddhist monks, so the buddhist monks had burnt down part of the building as revenge. I wanted to have a shower and was standing in a bathroom but I couldn't because there was a monk standing at the ornate gate. He was also telling me I wasn't actually scared of birds.
>> I havn't had a proper nightmare in ages! I woke up terrified and couldn't get back to sleep. Birds in my goddamn bed, what the fuck. That's terrible. And I was making sandwiches again! I used to make sandwiches in my dreams all the time. And monks at war?! Does that not sound like a fucked up video game to you? The speeches of not being scared of birds is because of me trying to convince myself I'm fearless. Sub-conscious saying "fucking liar, let's throw some birds at her and see just how fearless she is". I don't know why my sub-conscious is so spiteful. Bitch.
6). I stole a No Stopping sign from a shopping centre car park for Rach. It was miniature though. I had to quickly get home because something was after us. My family and the builders were barricading ourselves in the bathrooms, there were too many of us for just one room. Munchkin was sitting in the spa bath while I put salt across the doors and windows and around the drains. No one else in the house was doing it right. I was worrying about a pet. Finally I got to leave to go to my own place, where I was ironing for Pop.
>> I watch too much Supernatural?? That's where the salt came from. And the sign might be because I sleep under one. I really do need to iron soon. I've been putting it off. Umm... I miss Rach? And Pop came over the week after this dream. I don't understand the worrying for a pet at all.
Ain't that a fun month. There were others I forgot which just royally pissed me off. I really need to get in the habit of writing something down as soon as I remember anything about the dream. Especially after drunk dreams. They're the most amusing and the easiest to forget.
I gave W a letter. How exciting. It also has nothing to do with his name. SORRY. I have 8 letters left. After that it's on to abbreviations you never get to know.
MuchLove.
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