Date of dream: Sunday, October 12, 2008
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The Boy and I were in his bedroom at his parents' house - where we are currently staying in reality - and we had gotten rather... frisky. We were just about to begin silently having sex when suddenly I could hear my father's voice from across the hall, shouting that we were having sex in his house!
He sent my mother across to demand an explanation. By the time she arrived, we had disentangled ourselves and dressed ourselves adequately. She seemed inclined to accept our protests that we had been doing nothing of the sort since no one had seen or heard us but Dad kept insisting that we had been having sex.
I'm not sure what happened next but somehow, The Boy was sent away to stay somewhere else and my parents insisted on keeping me in their house (which was indeed their house again). I kept crying and demanding that they treat me like an adult, telling them that they were unreasonable and unfair but it was to no avail. I called The Boy fairly often but they gradually became intolerant of even this and wouldn't let me call him anymore.
There was a brief hiatus during which I might have woken up but when I drifted off again, it was into a linked, similar dream. I was working as a part-time gymnastics instructor. I taught some little kids in an unfamiliar hall on an unfamiliar street in the city. There was a large video screen that played images of dancing across it but I can't remember many details about it. Class was just wrapping up and I was to get a lift home with my father. I was distracted during class but once it ended, I remembered how unhappy with them I was because of The Boy. I headed out into the street to look for my father but couldn't see him anywhere. I headed down the street - downhill - in case he was parked down there but he wasn't. I returned back to where the gymnastics hall was and suddenly saw his car. He stuck his arm out and waved me over. I knew, somehow, that it was 9:29pm and that class had finished at 9pm.
I climbed into the car and exchanged greetings with my father. I was suddenly acutely aware of how much I missed The Boy, how long it had been since I talked to him and that now it was my mother who was more angry with us than my father. I reached over and took my father's mobile phone, announcing that I was going to call The Boy on this phone since they wouldn't let me use the home phone anymore. My father protested but I pointed out that this would save my mother some stress.
... and then I woke up!
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Date of dream: Wednesday, February 15, 2006
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After a night of tossing and turning, I finally fell into a dream.
In this dream, I was in a house that was familiar but is not one that I can remember. My parents
were there, and my sister. Suddenly, a whole of people started coming to see me.
At first, they were people I went to school with who wanted to tell me all about the problems in
their lives - people like Lara, Elise and Alex stand out most. They got really annoyed with me for
reasons I don't really recall and went off in a huddle to bitch about me.
After that came a bunch of my paternal relatives came to see me and my family. Apparently, a whole
lot of them had died and they were all in mourning. I couldn't tell which of them had died, because
they all seemed to be there.
So, with all my relatives and ex-friends lurking, my sister had decided to use the time to hack into
my e-mail account. A few people, like Lara, decided to help her. My Wildglobe inbox appeared on this
huge screen that seemed to function as a TV as well, and it took me awhile to realise what they were
up to. When I did notice, they were in the process of getting into an e-mail that Phil had sent me
and they seemed to get really upset when I told them he was a close friend of mine. Frantically, I
tried to change the channel on the screen so that it displayed the TV instead, but in the end I
disconnected it.
While I was doing that, Phil came in to and tried to tell me about what was in the e-mail he had
sent. It was a link to some sort of protection software (the significance of which I only realised
after I woke up) but I didn't have time to hear his explanation properly. On top of the relatives
and the friends, some people from work had shown up and were trying to tell me how to get to the
place I have to go to on Thursday for training.
It got a bit blurry after that and the next thing I remember is it being nearly empty save for Phil,
who seemed to spend a lot of time post-arrival sitting quietly on a couch, and my mother hovering in
the background. I had somehow gotten rid of the other people. Alex, however, came back to the door
with Lara and Elise and started to have a go at me. It seemed they had decided that I thought I had
a really good life. I tried to tell them that no, I didn't think so, and I wondered if they were
kidding given the chaos they had just seen. Alex continued on, though, ranting about how her life
was good too and just because I had messed up in a whole bunch of ways didn't make me so great.
Sometime during her rant, however, I woke up.
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Just for the record, I'm now annoyed with Phil, though not because of the dream. That is all!
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Date of dream: Wednesday, August 10, 2005
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I was in my bed at the old house with the blinds down and something odd was going on. My extended
family were all there and we were expecting an attack of some kind. Uncle Pete had all these elaborate
defense plans drawn up and we were waiting for the invaders to come.
I was in my room because I had been sick when Stan, Gramps' old dog came in. I was pleased to see
him at first and he crawled onto my bed. He lay there for a few minutes before turning suddenly to
dust. I gasped in horror and called out, because I was convinced he was one of the invaders, and
everyone came running. I told them what had happened and Dad grabbed my shoulders and shook
me. "It wasn't them!" he yelled. "It wasn't even Stan! Stan's dead, just like the man - " here Dad's
voice cracked, "he loved the most."
They left me then and I got up. I knew that the vision of Stan had been one of the invaders, and I
wanted to be there when I was proved right. I drew the blinds and screamed - on the window sill, there
were all these massive, but dead, wasps. Only Mum and Rachel came to find out what was going on this
time. They saw the wasps, but they said they were nothing, not the invaders, I had better get a grip,
and left.
I got up and went around, and I kept on having more "hallucinations". I remember going into the
backyard and seeing Uncle Pete prowling near the gate with these scrolls of paper that were
presumably his defense plans, and going into the lounge, which was dimly lit, and listening to my
mother discuss things with Rachel and Uncle Ian.
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