life's no fun without a good scare

haha, yeah, so frantic blogging time is actually code for get distracted, go to L's and watch movies to celebrate his birthday... woops. Twas fun though. I'm most appreciative of A's amazing driving skills.

And now I have photos of me with no pants, looking quite albino. Actually no, first I have a pic of Zatanna to prove that she does actually exist and that I looked EXACTLY like her, bar the blondness. That and the fact that my shirt completed its purpose of covering my tits.

Our lovely posse, A as Little Dead Riding Hood, Myself as Zatanna, D as the family butcher, Lack of Letter'd friend as a pirate, L as an emo, or Pablo Trinity something-about-a-dragon.

A and I in D's backyard.

D's mum is adorable. She ran around the whole night, dancing the thriller dance for everyone, calling us party poopers and not letting A and I leave until we danced with her. She made the most amazing food too, I had the most adorable ghost cupcake, I felt guilty eating it. I played guitar hero for the first time ever! I'm somewhat crap at it, but it's the most fun. And then we went to L's place and played GTA and I drove a train through the sky because I'm just awesome that way. Neat. And now I get to cross off 17). Go to a halloween party dressed up.

MuchLove.

from silent dreams we never wake

DREAMS FOR JUNE FOR 92).:

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.

Life was all a Dream...

DREAMS FOR MAY FOR 92). :

1). I was in an art gallery with a bunch of people and some friends. It suddenly dawned on us that the zombie apocalypse was worse than we thought and we needed to take cover rather than go about our daily lives. I went downstairs to tell cousin dearest that we needed to leave. He was a hippy artist and he didn't want to leave. He got eaten by a bunch of zombies. A couple of us were in a park wondering where we could go. There were houses across from the park with bars on the windows. The one we decided was safe had a giant elevator floor with a bunch of dogs on one level. One of the dogs was a shape shifter or something. I had to knock the owner out with a shovel. Once I got on the level above the one with the dogs I had lost everyone else. I realised I was really hungry but I couldn't get to the sandwiches which were in the basement, which was the level under the dogs. A friend from school showed up and was showing me how he'd tried to give himself a tattoo like mine but it was terrible. Everyone else was stuck in Kmart.

>> This was my last night in Melbourne. I woke up and giggled at how retarded my subconscious is. My cousin is the least likely person to become an artist. My friends are much too prepared for a zombie apocalypse for it to take me by surprise at an art gallery. So basically this dream is completely irrational. More so than usual. And I have no answers, so much so, I just procrastinated it. SERIOUSLY. I didn't even mean to. Umm... maybe I'm psychic. There will be a zombie apocalypse. I should avoid art galleries.

2). Papa had to drop me at school but mother dearest had told him the wrong time so we were ridiculously early. I was straightening my hair in the car outside the school, but it was primary school. I saw K crossing the road and got out of the car to tell her something but El was there too so I couldn't. They were walking around a cul-de-sac so I went into the school. T and D were arguing over whether T was 'jagged' or not. A was acting like a 10 year old. She had been dared to pee on a letter and then call the police. She walked into the other room, called the police, talked to someone briefly before an alarm went off.

>> Nup. I have no words. This is literally unable to be interpreted.

3). I desperately had to study but L and K got me to drink tequila with them in the school bus bay. Eventually I left, because I had to find and save Lucy and Piper, my grandparents' dogs, before they got to the ocean. Then I had to get my hair cut. Then I had to pull my study notes out of corpses' hands.

>> I really did need to study for typo. But I procrastinated and slept instead. And therefore dreamed that I had actual adventures preventing me from studying, rather than my own laziness. Oh, and I haven't tried tequila and I should.

4). I was staying in a summer house that had a wide verandah all the way round, with hammocks. Papa had aviators on and wouldn't take them off. He was trying to get a great tan and would change hammocks for optimum sunshine. H was standing on the front steps telling me it was time for him to go as if he'd been there a while but I hadn't realised he was even in the house.

>> I DON'T KNOW. Papa trying to get sun is weird. We're a very pale family. Hammocks would be fun about now. Also, summer would be fun too. Happy winter everyone. FARK. I hate being cold.

5). I had to visit someone in hospital but I had no way of getting there. I decided to take munchkin's scooter to where mother dearest was and take her car. On the way there was one of the drunks that talk to themselves from Kingswood station. He told me all my friends were at a party in Beecroft and I had to get there.

>> Why would I not just got straight to the hospital? WHY SCOOTER? I can't walk across a flat even surface without stumbling, adding wheels to the equation isn't intelligent. Ok, my sub conscious is telling me to exercise more, visit people and listen to people because they might tell you something important. Why I'd trust the drunk is a different question all together.

The sixth dream was also in Melbourne. I woke up, knew I'd forget it so wrote down quick notes, then went back to sleep. So my notes say "Papa and aunt. Party at train station". I cannot remember anything. I remember writing it but no recollection of what it means. Much frustrating.

I know I keep promising next month will be better, but I do believe this time I won't be lying. I have uni break after thursday. YAY. I need a job. If you want to hire me, let me know. I'm that desperate. Well not really because I'm still really lazy. REALLY lazy.

MuchLove