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Posted:Dec 19, 2005 4:52 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Very dreamy lately.
Ok. I decided to hang out at a gay bar. I figured I could read there in peace and not be hastles by anyone trying to pick me up.
I wound up falling asleep on a mattress or couch in the bar. When I woke everyone was sheidling their faces as a straight guy had decided to enter. The straight wound up being a policeman who informed me I was not allowed to sleep in a public place. I informed him I was tired.
The next thing I knew I was checking out upstairs, which had turned into a gothic club. AN ex gf, some cousins and their entourage was there. The club had little alcoves which were curtained off. MY cousin's hubby had chopped his long hair off.
We all existed together and as we were leaving, I realized I had left my book on the 2nd story. I reentered the club (which now had turned into the lobby of a club called Retro. I told the guy on the counter that I had left my book in the club, "But not this one" as I held up a book that looked like Stephen King's A bag of Bones, but was actually on whaling. I found my book on the floor next to the right wall. I grabbed my book and exited.
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Posted:Dec 17, 2005 3:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I have gone to a house between my current house and where I used to live in Ashburton. I had gone here with (I think), the Renster.
We were handing out on the nature strip (west side of a north/south street). We observed the youngest cat that lives at my place, Cinders, had been splattered and was on the road. We collected it. I unnecessarily told my housemate she would no longer have to worry about her sister's cat bashing Cinders up when she moved back home.
Not long after there was a lump on the road covered in an old red towel I have. After a vehicle drove past missing it I investigated. It turned out to be one of my cats, Cat. It had also been hit. Some stranger (I apparently knew) picked it up and dumped it on the nature strip. After a few minutes, Cat moved. IT was not dead. He appeared to be breathing fin and had no visible injuries.
This all took place on a Saturday so I was worries about getting Cat to a Vet as I could not afford emergency vet rates. I was hoping Cat would be ok until Monday when I could get him to a vet to be examined.
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Posted:Dec 17, 2005 7:21 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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This dream began at a pub of nightclub sort of location (similar to the Astrodome in Traralgon). However, this was fairly fluid as the setting keep morphing. As the band was setting up, I kept feeling fat rain drops falling on me. By the tike the bad was good to go, it looked as if we were outside, in front of a huge cave/aircraft hanger type of structure.
It was a cross between daylight and early evening. As the band began to play, they were suddenly in cars, doing doughnuts on the slick mud in front of the audience (who were seated in foldable chairs). The band seems ed to be trying to scare the audience by making their cars come as close as possible to the audience. They appeared to be doing a good job.
The next thing I knew, the cars were on water (same venue which had turned into a lake around the size of a soccer field and around 10 meters deep) and we (myself and several unidentified others) were trying to sink the band's cars (it appears we had wound up with out own car). These cars were normal cars, that somehow were able to float on water and get traction and everything. We managed to dink a few of the bands cars (all but one I think) before being sunk down the far end of the stadium.
At this point I was the only one of the audience left (alive?) - there was no one else around and I was at the bottom of the lake, able to see clearly and to breathe. I could see the band on the surface. They had torches and were trying to locate an item on the bottom of the lake. I was making sure to avoid thier lamps, while stalking them with the intention of killing them all.
Even though it was night, O had no problems seeing. In the far right corner of the lake I found a weird ring - it was all bony and appeared to fit over multiple joints. There appeared to be a Gigerish or dragon design on it. I had to clean it up, but it would not fit on any of my fingers. This being so, I still stick it on my pinky as well as I could.
The dream went on for sometime, with the number of band members diminishing until only one remained. I made my way to what looked like a tomb at the front of the lake. When I got in front of the tomb it appeared to be a BBQ - a very large version of the one at my parent's house.
Where the wood would usually go, many kitchen implements as well as unidentified objects were placed. I picked up a cross between a tuning fork and a regular eating fork (it was long and skinny and a bit dainty, with two sharp tines. The remaining band members was instantly under the water with me confronting me about my "weapon". We appeared to be using telepathy to communicate. What was I intending to do with the weapon? I had to explain my way out of it so he did not think i was going to use it kill him. (quite a difficult task telepathically, thanks to needing to mask a few thoughts and get the feel of the transmission correct). I made a point of saying that there were plenty of nasty looking knives in the tomb/BBQ which I would have selected if I had ill intent. there were many knives as well in the BBQ.
I woke up before anything further happened.
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