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I dreamed that Brendan and I had a wound. Yes, that's right, A wound, in the singular. It made sense in the dream but when I woke up I found it hard to get my head around the concept. I still do. We had a cut on our finger. It belonged to both of us and we were two people but the same. As Brendan said when I told him about it, I guess that means there's a finger out there that's all our own.
Anyway the real point is the comedy of the whole thing. I kept trying to explain to Brendan that we had to put antiseptic on it and he kept refusing to let me do so - he was too scared it would hurt.
it doesn't sound like much but I have to tell you, it was the weirdest dream.
September 18th
I dreamed that I was sitting with two country bumpkin types in a dingey cafe somewhere. They were asking what I did with myself and I told them I studied Law/Arts. One of them (I think it was the one with the mullet... or did they both have mullets?) mentioned he studied English Literature. When I asked where I knew he wouldn't be able to answer. "Oh you know, one of those places," he said hazily "Who really remembers things like that?" "Was it Murdoch?" I asked, offering him an out "Yeah Murdoch, that's it" he muttered.
The next thing I knew I was in a car with him, driving near the school my brother went to. I felt like I was going to suffocate and insisted he let me out right away at the side of the road. He did and I walked all the way up Stirling Highway to UWA.
When I got to UWA I went into the Reid Library and up to the 3rd floor - odd, because I never go there. I saw a person who seemed to be Brendan sitting reading, only he wasn't sitting at a normal desk, it was like a booth you would find in a fifties diner. I approached and still couldn't be sure it was him. Even when I sat down next to him and spoke to him I couldn't be sure. It was very strange. I only felt confident that I was indeed sitting next to Brendan when he pointed to his brown leather bag. His name was scratched violently, psychotically almost all over it. He pointed to one "Brendan" then to another, saying "We could go here... or here... or here..." Finally his hand rested on another etching which said "17th Century London". "I don't want to go there" I said. He turned to me "But we might find Brendan there," he said, a serious look on his face.
That is all I remember.
September 21st
Now this dream freaked me out. When it began I was lying in my mother's bed with Kathy. We were making out. Graphically. We were both naked. Eventually I pulled away and we looked at each other, feeling guilty and wondering what on earth we were doing.
Then the scene changed. I was at the beach with a whole lot of my friends, standing up on the rocks looking down at the waves. I saw my friend Toby paddling in the shallows and decided to join him. As I walked I fished a cigarette out of my packet and tried to light it (which wasn't too easy in the wind). When I reached the water I fell over dropping my cigarette and my whole packet into the waves. I retrieved my pack, anxiously shaking the water off it, for some absurd reason thinking "It's still good." But then I couldn't get up. I couldn't seem to stand up. Every time I moved I fell back into the waves. Meanwhile Toby just stood there and engaged me in conversation about the French course at UWA and whether I found Dr Lancaster to be a good lecturer...
That is all I remember.
October 6th
I dreamed that I was downstairs in our living room, smoking a cigarette (which would never happen unless my mother was out of the country), when I heard her coming up the stairs from the garage, speaking to my personal trainer Tony, saying "I think I'm about ready for the stairs now". I ran upstairs the the top bathroom, though I knew she was going that way too and locked myself in there. But somehow I didn't turn the lock properly and she came in. She didn't scream and rant (not very realistic, huh?), she just stood there for a moment, then said quite calmly "It's always the locked doors that have something to hide" and walked back out. It was really spooky.
I also dreamed about Melrose Place, which was really odd, because I haven't seen an episode of that show for about 3 years and even then, I wasn't a fan. I don't know how it wormed its way into my sub-conscious. Anyway, I was at one of those business-womany skirt-suity advertising exec parties and to make the dream all the more disturbing I was, well, essentially, making out with Andrew Shue (Billy, if you remember) who was, at least in my opinion, hands down the most hideously unattractive of the lot! It was terrible! Then he pulled away for a minute and asked if I wanted to go home with him. I remember I frowned, puzzled and said "I didn't realise I was on the list". Then I
turned around the scan a piece of paper I had in my hand - a list to be precise, with a whole lot of names on it. I couldn't see the top or the bottom of the list though, as they were both covered up somehow.
That is all I remember.
October 11th
The other night I dreamed I was at the big day out with Nik. Well not actually at the Big Day Out because it wasn't on, just at the Bassendean oval where it is usually held. I'm not sure why we were there in the first place, but it turned out that Garbage were playing a gig on one of the stages in front of a paltry 30 people. So we hung around and when they finished their set, Shirley Manson, completely unrealistically hopped down of the stage and started mixing with the (small) crowd - that's dreams for you! After a while we all went into this marquee that had been set up and Shirley sat at a table signing autographs for fans. When it came to my turn she didn't just sign an autograph, she wrote a letter to me on the piece of crumpled file paper I'd given her while I watched. It was a very mundane letter - I can't remember what she wrote but 'I like peanut butter' would give you a good indication of the tone. Anyway, I told her I was a big fan etc etc and she turned around to me, looking amused, and said "Oh really. Well I just had open heart surgery - can you tell me about that in detail?" Taken aback, I mumbled "No" and wandered off with Nik.
Outside the Marquee the sun was setting in that spooky late afternoon way and I realised I had to be home - I was going to get in trouble because nobody knew where I was. I told Nik this and reminded him that it's a long walk from the Big Day Out to the Bassendean Train Station and that's just the first leg of the journey. We considered the taxi option, but we had no money and we remembered the last time we'd tried to call a taxi it had never come. After a moment's reflection Nik turned to me and said "I'll be back soon, stay here."
When he did come back he pulled up in a mid-green beetle car, and, opening the passenger door, said "Hop in". "Did you steal this Nik?!" I asked "I can't believe you did that - do you know how etc did you even think of etc..." Basically I just had a big rant at him about it, culminating in "I want no part of this." Then I signed and got in the car anyway, because I really did have to be home.
Home, however was not home. Well, not the home I live in. Strange considering the fact that I had to be home because I would be in trouble, but there was no mother at this home. There was no garden. It was a dingey apartment that I shared with Nik.
Once we got inside I turned to him, alarmed, having just realised that the police would be sure to turn up asking about the car, seeing as they knew we had been at the Big Day Out and that was where the car had been stolen. Plus I was anxious because I just realised it was kind of silly that we had parked the car in the carpark of our apartment block... I told Nik he had to take the car and get it far far away from here. He agreed, but said "I won't take it too far away - just far enough so that I can kill two bird with one stone. If I take the dog, I can walk back with him to give him his daily exercise." This seemed reasonable to me. The dog was in fact Hansel, my dog, who in real life won't let Nik near him and barks and growls non stop every time he enters the house (like he does for most people that aren't me and my mother). So Nik took the dog and the leash and set off on his mission.
Then something funny happened. The only way I can describe it is that I morphed into Nik and Nik morphed into a random middle-aged man. So I was a random middle-aged man, walking the streets with my dog on its leash. I stopped outside a restaurant with a glass front and peered in. I saw me - the real me - sitting at a table with my dog at my feet. Then my perspective shifted to this me in the restaurant. I was sitting at a table that seemed freakishly high and my dog seemed freakishly small and faraway. I looked down at him and then back at the plate of bacon and eggs sitting at the table and then at the person across from me - it was Rumpole, of Rumpole of the Bailey fame. He was eating his eggs and bake, puffing on a cigar and telling me how he was going to "get me off" on the charges of stealing the green beetle car.