JULY 2003

July 1
I dreamt last night that Mel Gibson was missing and I became the second victim of the criminals when I became suspicious of their actions. It was dark and dreary and I was working as a sort of teacher living out of a cabin near a sports oval. They became wary of my when I asked if this was the last place that Mel Gibson had been seen. One of the ladies (they all seemed middle age or old) came to take me for a walk when we came to a Hills Hoyst clothes line with a blanket on top. I saw that there was a lump underneath and she tried to hurry me past just as the wind blew and revealed Gibson's head. He was still alive. Because of this they had to to the exact same thing to me. I was locked in a small rom with Gibson's body and decapitated head as they explained to me what they were going to do to me, and the other guy they had to do it to. They insisted that there would not be an ounce of pain because they would drug us and then remove our heads. Like Gibson, as long as they kept the drugs in our bodies after the decapitation we would stay alive- incoherant- but alive. They srtopped giving Gibson the drgus and his head fell. Despite all this I felt completely safe because I knew that I would escape. After they had drugged us they would let us roam free while the drugs were going into effect but we would be blind. They let us go into a supermarket where I told the guy to follow me because I knew what I was doing. I led him to a shelf where I found bottles and searched for one that I recognized the shape of, which happened to be Coca-Cola. We decided to have a drink however all the bottles had been opened and half consumed (despite my blindness I could see what was going on from the outside). The guy then said that he would just have a Pepsi Max and something felt wrong to me so I insisted that he have something else and we leave. And then we did.

July 11
I was in a building that was being attacked with bombs. I knew the attacker was in fact the owner of the building who had some reason for doing it, but I cannot remember. I was running through the building with some guy when I informed him that we would have to go to the next building to save all the children before he attacked there. For some reason I was on the top of the guys list to get but I was swift and unattainable. I remember the fear I felt as the bombs came down around me and the fire took over. However we got to the next building before he started on it and saved the children. One thing that was clear from the escape scene was I was running down a lot of stairs. It was a little after the destruction of the second building that the dream continues. I am in an escape bus with a really nasty guy and his mother and he suddenly starts vomiting. The guy driving the bus insisted that we got to the doctor despite the fact that it meant our capture. The doctor informed us that what he had was a very contagious disease (with a females name) that would be very painful and go away after 2 days. In my hand I had an apple that I had been sharing with him and realized that my only chance of not catching it was throwing up, and because I had already been sick recently that meant that my immune system was already working. So I forced myself to vomit, but wasn’t sure if it was going to work. It was then that the big evil man found where we were and sent in some people to attack us in our little house in the middle of a fen. Yet we succeeded in avoiding them and I knew that we would keep doing so.

July 17
I dreamt that I was scheming a business so that I could receive all the perks from the job, specifically using the special elevators. There was something a little eerie or rather sci-fi like about the dream. However the important events, other than some young beautiful Indian lass hitting on me while I was at her store was the elevator situation. This didn’t happen immediately but after a few months, but the elevators stopped opening when you got to the top. It was only a two-stop process, the ground and the next floor up. I had a little panic attack when I realized that the doors wouldn’t open however I eventually calmed down and tried all the buttons. The only one that succeeded was the down button, which returned me to the ground floor and opened the door. I felt as though it might just be that elevator so I kept trying different ones, but they all did the same. I came to one whence I heard a girl screaming, who obviously had not tried the down button. So I ordered the elevator to come down (with a button) and calmed her. We decided to do the next one together by her waiting at the top with a screwdriver. However the next one was worse, there was no down button. There was a myriad of other buttons, but none of them worked. Eventually the elevator went down by itself and I asked why she and the others had not helped me and they said that they had not heard me ask or scream. I talked to the boss and he said that he knew that it was going on and that they were cost sutting measures to finally rid them permanently. I knew that the employees would not be happy about that. Cheers.

July 29
I was sitting at an airport all prepared to leave for Budapest with a group of people from all sectors of my life, none of them standing out in particular except for Mr. Young, the young fella from the store down the road. I fancied him, as I do in reality, but I could feel the hate eminating from him, as I could from everynoe else in the vacinity. I had no idea why they hated me, but they did. It was then that one of them informed me that I could not take my cat (definitly energy's kitten) because it had not been immunised. I asked them why they had not told me about this earlier when I asked them and they ignored me. I decided that I was going anyway and that if I let the cat go in the airport it would still be here when I came back. Essentially the dream consisted of a feeling of lonliness and hatred.