SEPTEMBER 2002
September 6
This all took place in a cinema. And it wasn't a particularly facinating dream either, it is just the first non sexual drea, that I have had in a while. Think I need to get laid? I am amazed I dremt last night with the amount of times that I woke up. Ane-whey.
I was sitting in the back of the cinema watching a guy from my history class. Like 'Eamon' he has a sublime back but the face is not really that worthy of any attention. But I fancied him.
He was walking around the cinema with a friend and I couldn't hide my lust. His friend came up to me and said "History can't make up for your indifference." When I looked away from him the movie was on. It was a black and white version of what I had done to him.
I saw myself picking up an octopus and putting it in his fishtank. There was nothing in the tank but he didn't like it getting dirty. So we broke up and I rode off on a donkey (this part I assume is because I love listening to the donkeys and turkey next door).
After the 'movie' I wanted to talk to him but all the chairs had become beanbags. He was sitting in the front with some lady I didn't know. With that Kate sat down beside me and said "Greg Graffin doesn't want you either."
Tragedy!!!! For me anyway.
September 8
Couldn't think of a really good title for this one. I was there in another cniema foyer talking to one of the busboys. I was trying to find one of my friends. One of my dream friends considering I habve only one waking life friend. He said: "Now that you know that it is only a dream are you going to do what you want?" I didn't know. He then told me she had only ust left with a pair of cups containing tealight candles to use as headlights.
I got in my car and left. (Obviously my imaginary car seeing that I don't have one) I was driving for less then 10 seconds when I saw her, and continued to drive. I cussed myself for being so rude and made a left turn at the next corner. I remember passing a large house on a faux-hill with an all glass facade. Their lighting inside was dimmed and they had candles going. I took a long way to get back to her.
Then I pulled over and asked all non-chalantly like it wasn't a dream and I didn't try to ignore her: "Would you like a lift?"
September 9
I can't remember this dream exactly, but I remember the good bits. I was a concert in Target. Yes, Target. Vast was playing. This dream started immediatly after the concert and I was in the cosmetics section when Jon Crosby walked up with his sister.
Everyone was getting his autograph. I walked up to him but was intending on getting to know him rather than getting his autograph. He knew what I was about but he indicated to his sister. I asked "Are you sure you want to fuck a fat girl?" He turned away and got his sister to leave.
Sorry to anyoone already dissapointed with this entry, there wasn't any sex. In reality I have only ever kissed one star and had numerous encounters (check my diary). Jon and I just spent the time together in this dream walking around kissing,, getting to kow each other. Then it was time for him to go.
I couldn't figure out if he really liked me or not or if he was just being nice because I was fat. I asked him to stay an extra day and he said that he would. He went off to find a way to convince his sister to let him stay. I looked over to Ampol and saw Kate with Jay Bently from Bad Religion.
It looks like a boring dream to you, but it wasn't to me. Check out some more earlier ones!!!
September 15
It is an appropriate title. I know the content came from another persons diary and this is how much she must have affected me.
I was standing outside the Outdoor Education section at uni. There was two teenage boys standing there and one of them swallowed something. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain in my arse.
He has swallowed a star shape earring and it ended up in my body. I had to get a colosmythingymajig. Pretty boring dreams. It would help if I could sleep longer than 20 minutes and I may start dreaming properly again.
September 16
I dreamt that I was thin. How nice.
September 18
I was standing in a park minding my own buisness. I turne around when I heard shouts of fear. There I saw this GIANT skeleton with a long knck going wild because there were somedog catchers trying to put it in one of those restrainging things that go around the neck. It was a prehistoric great dane and it had risin from the dead to destroy the world.
September 19
I was with two girls at the snow. I don't recognize either of them but we are skiing down hill on our feet only. Not walking, sliding. We get down to the bottom and there is a giant frozen lake. One of them, Lucy, said that we should go across the ice. The ice looked thick and strong but I knew that it wasn't safe. We did anyway.
The moment that we stood on the ice it started cracking. Within 10 seconds we were all in the water. I had been prepared for it so I was able to pull myself out almost instantly. Lucy though managed to get trapped.
We finally got her out with the help of David Schwimmer (who I assume was my substitute for David from Uni because they are a little similar). When we got her out all we needed to do was take her clothes of and put her in something warm, but David refused to give her his jacket.
September 21
was lying on a hospital bed with the curtain around me. A beautiful female doctor come in and told me that she was doing the operation. She told me that they would have to cut into my lower abdomen to remove it all. They took me away.
When I woke up I had to run to the bathroom to throw up as a reaction to the drugs. The doctor came back in and said that the operation had to be unsuccessful so within the next few hours they were going to have to take me back down to surgery.
I looked at my mother for reassurance that they did not have to, but she said they did.
#2: I was in a wet t-shirt competition at Bar 20 in Melbourne. Each round we had to walk out with a different t-shirt on. In each respective round my shirts said: victim, abused, deflated, octopus.
Needless to say, I won with the sympathy votes.
September 23
This dream plays out twice. There is only slight variences. It starts I am talking to Amanda Earnshaw and Catherine Ellis at the Eiffle Tower. It is like a giant mall. We were sitting at a cafe. Suddenly it started crumbling around us. People were really calm thouh most knew they were going to die.
On the way down to the bottom Catherine said to Amanda: "She looks like the side of a house." Well, I was indignant. I turned to them and said: "Well, I should have know that you would not change. I may be fat now but I will not be soon. I will see you in 10 years and I am thin and rich and you are old, fat and still serving the same people that you are now. That is if I want to see you." Catherine fell into a moving escalator.
I slipped off the shoes that I was wearing and gave them back to Amanda. I walked off to go to my soccor game. Though I was bare footed it was not that difficult. I turned a corner and ended up in a dark street. I thought that it was the one that I wanted because almost every street ended with a sports field.
I walked past a 4 wheel drive with a woman sitting smoking in the front seat. She laughed when I realized that I was in the wrong street and turned back. But I found that it was the very next street that I wanted.
The moment that I stepped onto the soccor field they started kicking the ball to me, despite my bare footedness. I walked to the other end wary of my feet being trampled on and kicking the ball when it came to me. I exited and walked into a dilapitated glass house where the coach was sitting. I told him that I was not able to play because I did not have my shoes. He said that was a shame and never to do it again because I was his star player.
It was then that I saw my sneakers sitting on the bench. He said that he had thought that they were mine but they were red. It was then that I told him my shoes were red, but the game was over.
I was then walking back into town and I could see the remanants of the eiffle towere held up by a cardboard pyramid. Amanda came rushing up to me to say that they wanted a re-enactment of what happened. I agreed as long as Catherine was not around.
So here we repeat the dream but with Kate in place of Catherine. Catherine thought that she was a part of it and kept trying to catch up but was always a floor behind. The place where she falls onto the escalator it is reenacted by Kieran.
So we repeat the entire collapse until we get to the bottom. I turn and say to Amanda: "I congratulate you on your effort here to-day and the way you emulated the entire senario. You did a brilliant job from the fall right down to the decoration on the escalator platforms."
I headed off to the soccor field. This time I had my sneakers on and I knew where I was going.
September 25
It is amazing that I have dreamt at all considering the situation at the moment. I don't sleep for more than half an hour. This dream was being held in my junior school basketball stadium. I haven't been there in about 6-7 years!!! Bad Religion were playing but before the competition there was going to be a little impromtue acting in the audience. Greg Graffin walked around handing out photographs and the people who got them had to acto out what was in the picture. A couple in front of me was dressed in clown suits and started 'dry' fucking.
Greg got down to one last photograph and it was between me and some stuck up girl who didn't even like Bad Religion. She was only there to promot something. Greg asked us each to explain why we wanted to do it. I was first. I said: "I don't really have a reason. I just want to and I am a huge bad religion fan so doing something for them would just be great."
The girl snatched the phot from his hand and said: "Well I have a reason. I am better than you." Greg nodded his head and I knew that he hated me. I looked at Kate and she just looked away because she agreed.
September 28
I was at the cafeteria at the trainstation. I was tracelling with Catherine and I was trying my hardest to be friends with her again and not to tell her to shut up when she was lieing. But she was just getting too much.
When we got to the front of the line one of the employees had spilt a cabbage soup over all the other meals save a few. Nicole Dunster was just infront of me trying to choose and she was annoying the hell out of me. And like usual she didn't like me. The freak.
I finally got to choose and got noodle stir-fry. It had no cabbage soup in it. Wow, what a boring dream this one was.
September 29
Stange, the other day I dreamt that Greg Graffin, my all time fav musician, hated me. Then last night I dreamed that another musician (of almost equal talent. Only Jon Crosby really compares to the song writing talents of Graffin and Gurewitz) is in love with me!
It started that there was a concert being held at my university. Oasis were also playing (I am going to Livid next month). I was laying on the hill wearing a red shirt watching them play and I noticed that the crowds started to become overwhelming. They started crowding around behond the band but the 'mob' was so well mannered that they let the band play without interferring.
I knew though that this meant that Rancid would not play. That pissed me off.
It was another day and the preperation for another concert at the Melbourne show grounds. I was walking past one of the stages with Kate and Killing Heidi were playing. Being that we knew and went to school with them (in real life this is also true, I had a crush on Jesse in year 9. Don't ask me why and I doubt that he would remember me anyway) everyone got on their high horse. Kate said full of jealousy: "Who do they think they are?"
Suprisingly, I came to the rescue: "They really aren't that bad. Just because we went to school with them doesn't mean that they have to be bad." I was suprised at myself for saying this. But it is true I guess. Then I was alone walking by the media tents. I remembered that one of the rules was that if anyone from the audience interferred with an interview the reporter would quit. No one wanted this to happen.
Next thing I know one of the reporters asked me to go into the tent. She sat me down beside a guy and said: "Can I ask you a few questions?" I ceded. She asked: "Do you know who that is?" I looked at the guy who already looked smitten with me and said without a slight hesitation and like everyone should know : "That's Lars Fredrickson." He thanked me and said that she thought that no one would know who he was. I insisted that it was stupid because they were one of the best bands and one of the most well known punk groups. I was still wearing a red t-shirt. Lars loved me