The night before last I dreamt I was on a boat drifting down the yarra river. It’s crowded and we’re all dressed in turn of the century clothing. The boat begins to sink violently after a fire breaks out below deck. I go downstairs and try to help people out but it’s too late. we’re trapped and drowning and everyone is screaming. I somehow manage to get out but I have to leave my friends to die. I keep diving to save them but it’s too late and somebody drags me onto a lifeboat. I get home and everyone doesn’t understand the horror I saw. They take me out to dinner but I can’t understand why, I sit there and want to scream at everyone that my friends are dead but I don’t.
I woke myself up crying.
I take a whole group of other people my age to woodbrook. There is an owl chained to the back of the headbar in great uncle douglas’ ute. we adventure around and I show them various things. They’re all embroiled in petty romances and social things I don’t know, I don’t care. Anyway, there is something dark and misgiving about the whole situation. We end up walking through the night, we’ve been drinking at a party, at the crossing across the abacrombie river somebody is pushed in. They hit their head on the bottom and drown and we don’t know what to do.
walking through the forest it’s a little foggy and it’s getting dark. I come across a huge lake in a clearing and find that some fish are washed ashore. I pick the fish up and throw them back into the water, they then turn into bird like creatures and fly/swim away. the biggest fish turns into an owl human and rises out of the water and makes its way towards me.
I was married to guy clark and he gave me a guitar covered in flowers. we were driving down a dirt road and he sang a song and it made me cry. he was young in the dream but was wearing strange shoes.
dreamt I lived in this big old apartment complex with community gardens in the courtyards. for some reason or another I jumped off a balcony and broke my rib. sounds like a bad dream but the overall vibe was actually really pleasant.
had another end of the world dream kinda mixed with that film psycho. At one point last night I woke myself up screaming and upon waking immediately saw this horrible monster in the corner of my room approaching me. waking nightmares are the scary sluts of half consciousness.
dreamt I was in a small cluttered art studio right next to the train tracks. It was awesome in an industrial sort of way.
I dreamt I was in business with two men, and that I had the ability to go whereever I wanted through my dreams physically (but whilst invisible if I wanted), and I could take things back with me. One of the men looked exactly like Mr Blonde in Reservoir dogs, the other was an older insipid man. We were hiding out in an old apartment in the city, full of stolen things. I didn’t like taking the stuff (and to be honest I didn’t take a whole lot) but my ex husband (who doesn’t appear in the dream) had been a criminal before his death/dissapearence and I assume it’s from him I learned how to manipulate dreams.
I wait in the car with the older man while the younger goes to retrieve a duffle bag full of something (I forget what) on his way back somebody shoots him through the back three or so times. He gets in the car and acts really brave but when I ask him if he’ll die he says yes. I’m so upset because I love him. We get him back to our apartment and he dies. I go into a dream and realise I can’t control it anymore and all the demons from nightmares that hide in the deepest parts of your psyche come out and I’m done for.
I was my grandmother. It was the 60’s. I was laying down on a bed, I’d just taken heroin. Everything was really beautiful and real.
It was like going back to the past and seeing the world through her eyes.
