Dreams

Short Dreams I'm in a record shop, but instead of buying a record I see two spiders in the shop and put them in my pockets. So I'm walking around with these two spiders in my pockets and I'm unconcerned. I think of how I can use the spiders to maybe get some records. I try to swap the spiders at the store for some records - kind of, 'Hey they were your spiders, man!' But then I look around, and there's more spiders hanging from the ceiling. * My childhood friend Max appears from this underground warren as the King (Queen?) of all fags, the superstud of the gays. For some reason I seek him out and assure him our friendship still stands. * I'm visiting a mental hospital, which reminds me of Primary school. I'm with some others, I don't remember who. I start saying how lobotomies aren't that big a deal, how there are much worse things that can happen. My companions warn me to be quiet in case I upset the patients, who mill around us in a preoccupied way. I think Queen Elizabeth II was also at the hospital, acting in some official capacity. Perhaps to open a new wing. Or maybe she was one of the patients? * I come upon a house that has either a lake or pool, or perhaps it's a hole. Anyway, it seems these girls from a rock or rap band (I think it's Luscious Jackson) come out and they're doing a song, or they're just mucking around. One of them takes a shine to me, and me to her, and we start pashing on on the ground. We fuck. It's great. Later, I realise they were recording a film clip, which will feature our fucking. * I'm in a record shop and I hear there's a new Kinks album. I find it on top of a stack of records and have a look at it. It's not a cd, but a record. While I look at it I hear the first song on it being played over the shop speakers. It sounds really off the wall, but it sounds good. I'm happy. I have dreams like this one quite often - always looking for that elusive Kinks album! * I'm looking after this little baby - giving it food, keeping it warm and amused. I'm doing a good job. But after a while I can't take it any longer - the baby's smell, its constant puking, etc - so I give the baby back to the mother. * I'm in the kitchen at mum and dad's, and Carl asks me if I want to get my ears peirced. He's got all the equipment, but I say no way. Carl says I'll have to get it done some day, anyway - he says he's got the sugar, the pins, etc (?) - so I take the stuff. But I drop a lot of this orangy liquid on the floor. I start mopping it up, and Carl mops up some stuff on the floor as well. The floor's very wet and sticky. I wring out the mop. * I'm in a large shopping centre. I see a girl I like, and she comes over and gives me a letter or a note. I know it's some invitation to see her again, and I'm happy. Then I take a very long escalator and I'm dying to read the note, but I don't dare while there are people around, so I guess I'm going up the escalator to get away from them. But I look down and see the girl down there, and as I lean over to wave at her I drop the letter, which lands back on the bottom floor. I frantically get off the up escalator and take the down escalator. But when I get to the spot where the letter fell, it's not there, nor is the girl. * I'm in mum and dad's carport putting stickers on the dashboard in my car. There's a police helicopter hovering directly over me and a cop yelling through a megaphone all my mis-deeds, as though I'm breaking the law. I wonder what I could be doing wrong. Then a cop car shows up. But they go to a house nearby, and I realise I'm off the hook. * I'm in mum and dad's backyard. I think it's night. I jump over the fence into another yard. But I have to get out of that yard, so I jump the fence into another yard. I have to get out of that one too. So I jump again. This keeps going until I end up back in mum and dad's yard, which it seems is the only one I'm allowed to stay in. * I'm a little kid having a pee in the toilet. Then dad comes in and joins me in peeing into the pot. I keep thinking of what a big dick he's got and I wonder how my poor virginal mum copes with it in her vagina. Then the toilet begins to look like an outhouse, and when I look down I can see the pit dug out for our toilet. It's full of shit. * I'm hiking over a very high and rocky place with some others. As we round a bend I see some girls way down below. My companions want to continue, but I tell them I'm going back. They leave me and I try to get back around the bend, figuring I'll get down to the girls below. But the bend is a lot harder to pass going back, and I get into difficulties. It's like I'm gonna fall. But then a girl from below comes up and shows me the path to get around the bend. I take it, grateful but confused by the new situation. * I'm in a row boat, rowing with one oar, while a guy on the other side uses his oar. It's a two-man boat but there's another guy sitting in the middle. The guy's hands have been chopped off, and I realise me and the other guy are acting as his hands - kind of 'lending a hand'. The meaning of this one's pretty clear. The day of this dream I had told a guy at uni I would help him with his exam. But it turned out, in the end, I was also helping myself. * I'm a girl living in this large commune-style house. I'm in bed trying to sleep, when I hear a noise at the door. Some guy's trying to get in. I recall people saying how this guy has a habit of coming into girls' rooms to try to have sex with them. But they also say, don't worry about him. Just tell him to go away. So this guy comes in, but I'm so scared that I've lost my voice. I try to say something, but my voice is croaky. I wake up from the dream, weakly calling out "Help." I don't sleep anymore after that. A rape fear dream. But how weird! I blame that 'Phantasms' episode of Star Trek I watched last night! * Mum was at her new place in Moe. She was distraught, she wanted to go back to Mooroolbark. I had to tell her she could never go home. * I 'wake up' and find I'm back in my old room at Bridges Avenue. I have a strong sense of time having moved backward. But it seems so real, there's no sense this is a dream. I really believe it. I look out the window at the back yard. It's all like it was years ago. I contemplate the day ahead with pleasure. But I wonder what time, what year it is. How old am I? It doesn't seem to matter, as long as it's here, some time in the past. Geez the past really weighs me down sometimes... * I meet mum again in the kitchen at Bridges Avenue. It's so real. I try asking her questions about her death, how she came back and how she feels. She responds with a few cryptic, nondescript comments. I hug her. I'm overwhelmed. It's so real!