Date of dream: Friday, January 09, 2004
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Our letter from the Australian High Commission arrives. It confirms that our application for J.M. to
migrate as my spouse has been approved. We have until November to make our move. The first
thought that enters my head is: "No more cold Christmases in England."
We're dining al fresco, but i don't know the restaurant; it's some where out in the country. A Maserati
Spider pulls up in front of us. M.N. steps out of the leaf-green vehicle, and bounds over to join us at
our table. I'm not sure what he's doing here, or how he got here; the last time we spoke he was in
Sydney.
We inform him, joyfully, of our news. He's excited for us. But inexplicably, he pulls out a tube of
lipstick and begins applying it to his lips. At this moment, i notice he has a friend with him, who has
done the same thing. They both look completely incongruous in their environment and the fact that
they both look like regular guys in their physical appearance - hair, attire, etc. I don't know where to
look or what to say.
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Date of dream: Thursday, November 20, 2003
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I arrive home to find a package has arrived in the post from Australia.
"Who's it from?" J.M. (my husband) wants to know.
I tear it open, it's from my mother, and in the package is a video tape. A note says: "Thought you
might like to see the episode of the quiz show where J.L. (an ex-boyfriend from many years ago) wins."
We turn on the television, and lo and behold, it's a news story on the very same quiz show, and
specifically, it's about J.L.'s win.
Cut to a close-up of him pondering a question, giving his answer, and the quiz master saying: "That's
the correct answer. You're our winner!"
The look of disbelief on J.L.'s face, then the big smile. His quiz competitors are shaking his hand. I find
myself thinking, "Don't i know that smile." And i'm glad he's won, glad he's happy. (I also wonder why
my mother sent me the tape. Does she remember all my ex-lovers?)
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Date of dream: Thursday, December 12, 2002
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i am in Melbourne, with my younger sister (cc3) and her partner, J.D. don't know what we are doing in
Melbourne (i think my conversation with 'poe' got Melbourne into my subconscious yesterday), but we
are at a sort of outdoor event, and i think it is definitely a gay/lesbian event (kinda like Mardi Gras but
with less colour, no sequins, tassles or o.t.t. makeup, no marching/parade; just lots of same-sex
couples sitting around having a good time, being mellow, but there for a reason)... i put my bag (it was
the red cloth bag with the annoying too-flimsy handles) down somewhere, and when i turn around for it
i realise it's gone... but even in my dream, i think: shit, my mobile (it's a Nokia, by the way) - oh, never
mind, time i got a new one anyway.... but i'm really pissed off about losing all my girly 'ammunition':
the Chantecaille New Stick, and my YSL Lisse Gloss in Number 2 - i just bought the damn thing last
week, and it's really good. and the eyebrow brush which the Body Shop has now discontinued, it's the
best out of what's out there; the others are either too soft or too hard, scratchy on the skin. the little
tube of Dr. Hauschka Rose Day Cream. the eyeshadow from Bobbi Brown in charcoal. oh man, it'll just
be a complete pain to replace them all... i don't even focus on the fact that i've lost my palm pilot, my
diary (i know it's doubling up, but i need the palm -it has more space for contacts- and i prefer looking
at my diary on paper), my purse, even! which is when i wake up, relieved that i still have all those
stupid, insignificant things in my bag. then it takes me another hour to fall back to sleep, but by the
time that happens, the alarm goes off. don't say it, i deserve not to sleep for having such superficial,
consumerish dreams. i guess J.M. didn't call me a marketer's wet dream for nothing.
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