JUNE 2003

June 3
I had yet another nightmare last night. This is by no means as terrible as the one that I wrote about the other day, but it is distressing me that I am having so many terrible dreams. This one consisted of a young good-looking man with a wife and a daughter being the focal point of a Freddie Krueger type creature. However the person did not need to be sleeping to be attacked by him. There was also another person involved, a female, but there was no other reason to connect the two humans. They tried all that they could to stop the monster but nothing seemed to work. At one point the young man steam rolled the creature flat and thought that was the end. However while dining alone at a restaurant the young lady served him and showed him the flat monster grinning away because all he needed was time and he would be back. The young man thought that if he chopped up the monster and separated several of the pieces the creature would not be able to come back together again so he began chopping him up in the tiniest of pieces with a pair of scissors and separating two pieces into a milkshake rather than the rubbish. However the monster succeeded in reforming and it was back on. Finally two other monsters similar to the first came and informed him of how the monster was to be defeated. He had to frame him and then place three books on three sides to capture him. He then must leave a note to inform everyone what the situation was and if they remove the books the monster would be free again and once the releaser was destroyed it would be free for all. Everyone knew that it would happen again. The strange thing about this dream is that it happened over several sleeps. Not several nights sleeps on different nights but in the same night. I would wake up and try and decipher what time it was by the light and the amount of cars that passed, and then once I was happy with my decision I would go back to sleep and start dreaming it again. It wasn’t like I wanted to keep dreaming it.

#2: I did have another dream, one of ‘those’ dreams. They say when you dream of dreaming what happened in your dream ‘dream’ will come true. In a way I hope it does, as I was getting laid, and he would have been good if he had finished. Whoever it was, was having a little trouble finishing despite the fact he was turned unbelievably. One case didn’t help that Catherine followed us out into the forest and tried to stop us by intimidating us, but we did none the less. A little more discretely as he lay behind me with his clothes on and only removed our clothing enough that he could penetrate me. We finally got her out of the picture and tried it in a shed (we were on some camping adventure with hundreds of other people) with him sitting in a chair and me sitting on him but facing forward. Each time I came close to orgasm he would lose his erection for no apparent reason. So then, in my dream, I woke and tried to masturbate. Then I went back to sleep and dreamt of the guy again. I do not remember who the guy was but I do know that I have seen him in reality and may perhaps even know him or something, but he will not come to me at the moment.

June 5
I dreamt last night that I was in the world of reality television; or rather I had been forced into participating in a game that I did not want to, and had no idea of what the outcome would be. I was in it with Missy, or opposition if you looked at her mannerisms. There was also another woman who reminded me of the doll Leah from Big Brother 3 (Australia) auctioned off. We were allowed plenty of time to arrange our things for our stay and I had succeeded in getting everything that I needed. I was carrying three towels, food to last 6 years and clothing that would last for weeks. I had it all ordered so that I would not miss a thing. As the bus was coming to a stop I stood and began to collect all my things so that I would not forget anything in the five minutes that we had to get off. Missy just sat there and said she would be fine. As the bus stopped and everyone began to push (the extra people were props used to force us off the bus, and we knew about them prior to the incident) I had all my stuff, Missy had nothing and blamed me for it. She said that I had not informed her and that we had never had an arrangement. The other woman got stuck on the bus for being on there longer than five minutes. Kat yelled at her to bring her stuff next time she came around. Because Missy blamed me she insisted that everything I had was hers to use as well. Sadly I think there was a flood in this dream so I ought to be wary of Missy. I am anyway.

June 8
This dream had a vague armageddon feel to it, yet the end of the world had not happened yet. It was a very ominous feel none the less. I dreamt that my mother lost her job and she blamed it wholly on me. We were shopping at the Birdtown supermarket and it was in the dark because the power had gone out. Because she blamed me I had to purchase everything and she expected that I did it quickly because once the store closed it would never re-open. What I guess you could call a nightmare because of the way it felt, but not frightening.

June 11
I had this atypical reverie during my afternoon siesta. I was intending on completing a little study, instead studied the back of my eyelids for 2 hours. I am certain that if the phone had not pierced my dreams I would have dozed for a few additional hours. I have not been sleeping correctly lately. This dream was analogous to watching a television program, as I was able to think ‘outside’ the dream. I suppose it is called lucid dreaming. This daydream began as a wedding between a Poppy Z. Brite inspired couple- that is the woman was the man and vice versa. He wasn’t wearing a dress per se, rather a silken white blouse over a pair of regular formal trousers. I entered the wedding during the final stages where the newly weds swam out to see on their surf board and then release it to the sea to float where ever the tide may take it. I recall the ocean was grey and choppy. My dream followed the surfboard to the coast of Germany where it was deemed to cold for people to surf. An adolescent found it floating and bought it to shore where he showed it off to his friends, who instantly became paranoid. “Hide it before the see you here with it!” one of his friends said indicating to the US helicopters circling the city. The boy’s only reply was “why should I care?” He knew that he had not committed a crime and that realistically the US army had no holds in Germany, but in this semi-futuristic dream, they did. The helicopters saw it, flew down and began investigating the boy and harassing him, there was nothing that he could do to stop it. As the investigation continued, my dream ‘panned’ over to Jason Alexander from Seinfeld and Jerry Seinfeld. Jason A. insisted that they return to this place tomorrow for another meeting. Fade to black. The next day Jason is sitting on a ledge by the ocean dressed conspicuously incognito. Jerry whispered, “I wonder where he is” in a sarcastic manner. He walked over to Jason where he was waiting with his wife- a hybrid cockatoo. She encompassed a white body with a cockatoo’s beak, the plume of a peacock and green wings. She behaved as if she were human. When asked why he was dressed as thus (the fact that his wife was a bird seemed of no importance, just that she had the most amazing tail feathers) Jason explained that the inspectors investigate EVERYTHING. Anything out of the ordinary, or even commonplace, were subject to their scrutiny. Jerry responded to this by explaining that George looked suspicious and thus was bound to be investigated. However as this was being said the US army (dressed in blue) approached and began to question Jason’s wife. A sudden sense of relief washed over everyone because they knew that she would talk so much that they would never return to these shores.

June 27
I dreamt several dreams last night, this being the last of the lot and perhaps the one with the most affect. I was at the university and had succeeded in failing all of my classes. They felt the need to allow me to stay however I had to be part of the Japanese class- that is all the foreign students classes, yet I couldn't speak Japanese. The class began with a game of tunnel ball, however the one person that was talking to me thought that I did not understand the instructions of the game and thought that it would be too much stress for me to explain it. So despite the fact that I knew that I had to run to the front of the line after my turn throwing the ball (because I was quick at learning languages) I pretended that I had no idea and stood at the end of the line continuly throwing the ball. I was good at it too. I would throw it, it would go straight and FAST, hit the wall at the other end bouce and come back to me, and rebound several times.The teacher eventually said something to my 'friend' and I decided that it was time to leave. I was going to go to the gym because I was already dressed for the occasion and started walking around the campus looking for it. However I succeeded in getting lost. I came across the student common room but felt completely at unease. So even in my dreams I dislike social situations! I decided to walk around and try and find a different way to find the gym however I became completely lost and had to leave through the common room. I saw Mr. Pencil, the lecturer, talking in a foreing language to another teacher. I was going to talk to him but he made me feel insignificant and walked right by me. So I ran. Outside on the footpath I saw the Old Redhead from the bus and she began to talk to me, yet personality she was my old #5 neighbour, and she began to tell me how her car had to be registered every week and how when it wasn't she hoped that he new landlord wouldn't do anything to it. Suddenly a bus passed and I felt the need to leave immediatly lest the people on the bus (one of them being BB3's annoying Jo) see me talking to someone of this caliber. I was just as bad as the people who didn't talk to me. :o(

June 28
Last night that I dreamt of a distorted town that was a mixture of Hellhole and Center Town. I was watching it all pass as I was on a bus and we (who the second part of the 'we' was, I do not know) were heading to a club to see Janet, who was dying. For some reason we needed to dress up and she has the nessessary supplies. That is she had Arnold Schwarznegger's (I am REALLY looking forward to Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines) leg braces. Arnold had polio and so did I so my legs were slowly fading away. It was a strange dream that is difficult to understand but those are the basics.