APRIL 2003

April 3
I just dreamt (yes, just dreamt. There is something nice about having a nap on a cold day when your body is still bringing you down from the previous week *cough* *hack*) that a I was riding through my old town in the back of one of those mini trains and the conductor had not noticed me. I was trying not to be noticed because I had committed a crime. The strange thing was that the dream repeated itself twice. Every single painful detail. It started that I was talking to a guy with long hair (a cross between frank the bunny in Donnie Darko and a guy I saw at the ATM yesterday) and he was telling me that despite the fact that I didn't think what I did was a crime I was going to get into trouble for it. So he put me on the back of his dad's mini train. Going through the town was like going through my old haunt of Szekszard (this could be because the otherday on the way home I saw the prison and I had forgotten that we had one and Szekszard has one) and there were a lot of odl churches and beautiful old european architechture (I LOVE houses. I would be an architect if I could draw a straight line). Then we pulled in with a bump into his 'station' which was his back yard. His yard was like a giant chinese garden with goldfish ponds and all. I was walled and absolutly magnificent. I got out and had to climb wo fences to get to the guy that I had first talked to. Everything just felt wrong. Then the dream repeated itself

April 19
I had a dream that I had taken Peyote last night. It started that I was on a quest for a book on the subject beause that is what I was researching. They didn't have a book so the ordered it in. When it got in the woman told me that it was no longer $40 but $60 because it was a research book. But with the book ccame a little green bowl with liquid peyote in it, which I promptly swallowed. Even in my dreams I was not a drug taker so I was afraid of the reaction, but I was ready for it. Next thing I know I am at a concert and everything is hallucinogenic. I can see the music, everything is in bright colours and its mot people that I can see but moving colours. It felt really good. Finally I was starting to come down and got on a bus to go home. There was a guy from my sociology class whom we'll call Bob and his friend in the chair behind me. I had a photo album and he wanted to see the pictures. The first few were a couple of weird 'square' drawings that I had done and wanted to make into a bigger picture. The next was a photo that I told him was taken previous to my marriage. He got really upset that I was married but I failed to tell him that I was actually divorced. Then there was a bus from B------ passing by that had broken down. I told the guys that it always happened. Any bus that was going from B------ to see Bodyjar broke down. I then showed her a picture of me in a crowd at a Bodyjar concert. Very, very, trippy and cool dream.

April 20
I know this dream is pretty much inspired by the fact that I watched Ghost Ship last night, and Bourne Identity. I dreamt that this guy went to save the crew of a ship that was stuck at sea, but in secret he was a monster and he was going to kill them all. He got there and had all this intention of killing them all and turned into this little monster. They laughed and turned into giant monsters and killed him!

April 23
I dreamt of a snake. It was black with a red pattern on its head and back and it talked to me. What it said was inaudible, but obviously bad because I went on a hunt for the snake. My mother wanted to know why the snake was inside anyway and I pointed out that there was a flood outside (normally this would bother me because floods mean fights, but I was thinking of floods yesterday and the person, G, who is prominent in my dream is dead, so we won’t be fighting). Then G comes along to kill the snake, but no one can find it anywhere. It wasn’t under anything, it wasn’t in the house, but we knew it was, and knew that it would come back. Nasty little snake. Hmmm.

April 30
I had this dream that I was in the back of 'my' car and Kate was driving it. I had no license and the way that she was driving was scaring me, as she was going at some ridiculous speed.
Suddenly there was this other blue car that was all hotted up hitting its turbo button so that it could stay in speed with us, but Kate kept upping it like it was some sort of game and getting ahead.
Finally the car caught up for the fifth time as we reached our destination, some camping ground in the bush. And out of the car came a police officer. Kate was under arrest. She thought of having me arrested too because it was my car that was driving and I should not have been able to register a car without a license. She didn't think it was fair if only she got arrested, yet it was her doing the driving.
I told the officer it was my car and I only just realized that my license was expired and he let me go. I thought that it wa fair because I had not wanted to drive that fast.