24th/25th October a short dream

Wow, it has been quite sometime since the last one of these;

walking along a broad street

(possibly non-residential

certainly few houses / buildings nearby

an avenue more than a street

with a definite incline (?))

walking along behind four girls

on my crutches

the girls have style, although different levels of fashion sense

(although all are a bit trashy)

one with long brown hair has red streaks in it

and suddenly

up comes Drew Barrymore in her wheelchair

(famed for being wheelchair bound)

along with someone else

and

I know this is all part of

America's Next Top Model

(or similar reality tv competition fashion show)

and

Drew

(who is the presenter on the show?

or is behind the scenes producer for it???)

comes up to me

and says

"There are no disabilities in the world of this show"

and there is a twinkle in both our eyes.

We both see the irony.

And I explain

someone else (my mate? my flatmate?)

filled in the application to get me on the show

By now we come to cross another Avenue

and here the hill it comes up from is near vertical

So I go to cross it

on my crutches

carefully moving around the lip of the sheer drop

the road is sort of cobbled

in a modern-ish way

I get across to the half way point

which is a large median strip

(raised park like area)

and look back

at Drew who is wondering how to cross without tumbling down the drop

And

I WAKE UP.

No Dreams

for so long

):

made a determined effort last night

all I recall

wall made of ...

2nd/3rd Sept 09, End of Dream

previously in the dream

I had been hanging out with

my cousin R

I think

and her foreign (?) guest

if not all the time

we're ended up

in the green countryside village (?...)

next to a train crossing

and I left them to it

by the road next to the train crossing

to go

'home'? to bed?

to my space...

a hiking tent

which was just across the road

it wasn't late

about 7pm

and still daylight

so I headed to the small tent in a green field

(in the mid-distance)

as I head towards it

I see not a tall figure

not small - but on the smaller size of average

headed in to the tent

wearing colourful ethnic clothes

I head inside

and as I suddenly always suspected

L looks up at me from inside

'but she's taller than that' I think

but inside the tent

it isn't clear how tall / short she is

perturbed

I ask if she wants me to wait outside

while she changes

but she thinks I'm being silly

just then we're distracted by

a huge flock of birds

very colourful

possibly related to the Wrybill

or were they humming bird like?

some exotic bird with a long bent bill

but much more colourful

all of which landed in the blossoming tree hanging overhead

chatting?

watching?...

I WAKE

old dreamflake from old notes

From Notes:

'Equvipelent' -

or a word similar

(spelt out in the dream)

- meaning

giving a gift (eg jewelry) to some one who knows the full previous meaning of the gift

TV shows short woman runs through

the evening crowds

London

on the phone

stating that only people on the list -

holds up my tattered - ripped up

address page from my pocket diary

- get mentioned in our magazine

they have paid

No one else

on the phone in the other room

not their office - but the open plan one beyond

with a 'donor' possibly told off

others come back from lunch

moves back to own office puts sign on the outside

the phone calls are secret

illegal?...

Guy pokes head around door

states

'don't look like you're that busy'

Woman (secretary) comes in

and

guy wants to chat

wonder how long she has been there

did she overhear?...

I must have WOKEN here

since there are no more notes.

25/26 August 09 -pattering of heavy dream-drops from last night

Why do I keep on dreaming about Russia?

well into the dream...

and we're in Russia

quite where I cannot recall

a prison?

a...

some situation where escape is a desired option ?

...

something like that...

Grey day

bleak low buildings

muddy? broken grassless ground

grey churned frozen mud

A storm?

I look over there

a small tornado

grubby brown by the grey sheds

in the mid-distance

an old

a middle-aged man

is over there

escaping

I realize

possibly some one states this

'he's going to get away'

or such

(daylight embellishment?)

then we see - still in the distance

beyond the twister

he is confronted by 3 or 4 men

guards?

the main guy an official?

not in uniform

I don't recall if he runs away

or if he talks first

less convinced by the talking first

He runs

the main guy lifts his gun

do the others fire?

it seems likely they do

but I don't recall that

dreamjump

and I am the man on the run

and I can see the main guy holding his gun at arms reach in the distance

taking his time to aim

to kill me

am I the man on the run?

or nearby

not sure

the man on the run slows

does strange small head movements

to avoid being predictable

to avoid being shot

but

the man with the gun doesn't move

he waits -

the man on the run is about to pass behind the wall

and hence have cover

but I realise that the man with the gun has aligned it so at the point the escapee passes the wall is the point he can get a shot off

and that is getting closer and closer

and it doesn't matter how odd the escapee's head wiggles are

or how fast or slow they go

the point crossing behind the wall is the point when he'll have a clean shot

Dreamjump?

must have been

the Escapee / me???

is running down the grey open muddy street

other people are also running

fleeing

the storm is still going

as he runs along

he comes across a beaked military (?) hat

lying in the rutted muddy ground

? a prison guard?

others are using the storm to escape

even those on the oppressing side

possibly he is a spy trying to escape...

not sure...

and it goes

faded by the sunlight of forgotten

possibly moments later

possibly after a long dream

there are maps

how to escape from Russia

they confuse me

the Arctic Circle as seen from above as a rectangular map

I never knew

Malaysia was so close to Alaska?

to the Arctic Circle

America??

you just jump across

Ah

but here is another

the bottom slither of South America

and how

the bottom wedge of ?? Africa?

South America again?

touches it at right angles

between them

all yellow sandy land with a few squiggles of blue lines for water

rivers? or natural canals between seas

that beach must be huge...

and then on down to Antarctica

Not seen that before

too used to looking at it all on a globe

and then it is gone

much less clear

already mostly evaporated by the day

... living in a house...

...getting a bus...

... getting off...

being above the road

on the pavement above the route

we're not in New Zealand

America perhaps?...

London???

not sure...

I'm looking down from the greenery

onto the road below

at the bus

following

spying on?

a mature woman

possibly in a business suit

I'm on the bus

wait

possibly was looking down at the bus

after I got off...

I am on the bus

and I get off at the stop I think I should get off at

but I am wrong

I have to walk further along

I have gotten off a road too early

and so walk along the verdant grass side of the street

with trees towering around the route down the right turn I thought I should take.

I walk across the open grass - beside the road

cutting a corner to get to the next right turn

it turns out it to be a T junction

which seems odd to me

I'd swear it was a right turn where I get off.

But this is right

I walk to the right

this part of the street is crowded with houses and shops (?)

semi-residential

looks quite old London-esque

I walk down the street

dreamjump

or

memory fade

and I am inside the house with JK

or

am I inside the house climbing the stairs

and I meet JK?...

the rooms we pass seem full of stuff

books, records, all sorts of stuff

do all the rooms - or just some...

we come to a turning off the landing onto the stairs

and there are books and board games,

lots of old board games

tied together with string?

blocking the stairs

filling the stairs

I scramble over them

coming next to a stack of Tintin hardbacks

all resting spine up in my way

I try to step around them but cannot

JK comments he doesn't need to

I think it is that his longer legs means that he can step on the gaps inbetween the boxes and stuff - where as I have to walk on them...

the dream fades

was there more

I don't know

But

I WAKE.

12/13 August, the end whisp of a dream

It had been a long dream

I groggily lay there writing this in my notebook when I woke early

even now as I type it up

I am aware of how logical it all felt

a lot had happened

but i don't recall any of it now

even as I noted it

I was aware I couldn't really grasp it beyond the immediate last few moments

those hours of dream-mists had already blow off by consciousness:

Some one else comes down to the vault

marble stairs

marble vault

daylight embellishment???

he was someone from earlier in the dream

possibly in narrative terms the antagonist?

we talk

the essence is we're saying

"here help us get this out of here"

and

he is going

"No"

was he official?

army ?

medals strip on official uniform??

or not?

guy in coat???

somehow - man with power??

official??

I think

He is saying 'no' in the way - 'this is too useful for us here'

'it has potential'

it is powerful - hence keeping it here in Moscow

is useful for the Russian future

unconcerned about the danger to the people here...

I turn to him

"1oo rads, 2oo rads, 300 rads," - I keep counting

100 / second

'this is how much you're taking every moment'

we turn the corner of the stairs

"500, 550, 600, 650,"

my count changes

the stone between us will be absorbing the radiation

"this is how much radiation you taking"

"you give me that stuff, terrorism and a way to weaponize it

and I can make Moscow uninhabitable for a million years"*

(daylight entanglement

it wasn't quite said this way)

A blank look of uncomprehending terror

'That's not a thousand -

A Million.

so long your puny brain cannot comprehend it"

I pound the guy in the chest as I say this

(do I ?

or was that a daylight embellishment?)

I WAKE.

previously

I think

there was a race across Moscow ?

(the whole dream was set in russia

I think...

certain most of it was)

other people

demonstrators

were trying to stop us

we get to

the bank????

not sure

somewhere

where we are headed

large Marble glorious hall

large entrance way windows?

sunlight streaming in everywhere

central

a marble set of steps

going down into the ground

going down these

they turn a corner into

a subterranian hallway

the vault

where everything else

(here recorded)

then happens

down to the vault

it all felt like a thriller

some film

something

very undreamlike

...

* = what i mean here

is if he keeps it here in Moscow

given two other things this is a likely outcome

not that 'I' would do this

but 'I' can foresee this as what will happen

dream from some time ago (from notes)

Apologies for not posting this earlier:

there's a back garden

being kept as a zoo

here a party is going on

the Tiger is being kept

in a Summer House

(posh shack like hut)

like the one my friend's family had at the bottom of their garden when I was a child

it was on rollers and you could twirl it around

it was wood and had a large amount of windows in the front - with double doors

Lion is also kept somewhere

both are out

Bunter (my cat) is a medium sized dog (???!)

and jumps up at me seeking attention?

not afraid - but keen

or was he afraid...

not sure

hair all up on end

scared - alarmed

or intensely aware

both Lion and Tiger are out -

I'm holding one by a leash

the other I have by the scruff of their neck

did I capture one ?

was it the lion?...

trying to not let them

get into a fight each other

(may or may not happen

not a definite though)

Dreamjump

The Tiger is now back in the Summer House

Lion back in something lockable / secure

The Tiger tries to push their way out of the bottom of the old wooden door

it is slightly bendy

giving slightly

(as if rotten - rather than solid)

not sure how long this'll last

"This isn't going to hold

we need chains - something

to secure the door more -

one at the top, one at the bottom"

I'm telling

someone?

the party goers?...

what sort of party is it?

are there families? children?

it is daytime

I don't recall

I look in through the windows

inside the summer house

there's a bed

How long it'll be before the tiger realizes they can jump up on the bed

and hence up and over the top of the doors

and out

yes the Summer House doors are only so high

and there is a open gap between the top of the doors and the ceiling

then I realise that

out back of the Summer House

there is a pathetic weave fence

(that could never hold back any large beast)

about only 4 feet high!

possibly even less with the ground here rising up towards

the back of the Summer House.

'Surely the Tiger could get over this no problem!'

but around

the party people

laugh and drink outside this

Earlier - I was walking with the tiger on the leash without a problem...

Ok

and here's a bit of the notes I recall not:

Oh

when we were trying to keep the Tiger in the Summer House

under the doors

( I think around the time the Tiger was trying to get out)

little strange creatures

and little 'fake' creatures

are there for 'the ride'

what was this?

I really don't remember

did you need the little creatures as tickets

to get on the rollercoaster ride???

or were they trying to get on the back of the tiger for that ride?...

as we put the Tiger back in the Summer House

the Tiger ???

those who had come to my aid??

someone

was grabbing up handfuls of the little creatures / the fakes...

and I wake...

just one image, 31 July /1 August 09

the distant submarine

for that is what it is

is short and stubby & fat

near cartoon like

listed heavily to one side

as part of its design

I (?)

someone

sits? on the top fishing

is it stuck on mud flats?...

no

think it is just very high in the water

... there was more to this dream...

this was I think the end...

there were no more developments on this section at least

I drifted back and WAKE.

insomnia?

wake up at

6 or 5

these last few days

No Dreams

don't really notice I lay awake for a while

an hour?

before 'waking up'

feel grumpy later in the day

insomnia?

Hadn't even thought about it till now

am I having trouble with my sleep

or haven't I noticed this before...

half a dream, 17/18 july 2009

I dreamt last night

I dreamt,

I think I was

in L.A. with SH

though this might have just been dreamknowledge

rather than experienced

this is too far back

too deep in the waters of dream

did I dream this

or had it yet to solidify ?

were these just whisps

or had some events already occurred

but already broken off and drifted down

down

down

in the forgotten realms of the forgotten?

I am picked up???

driven to a party??

a meeting?...

was I with S

or was I meeting him there?

one variant

seems to be I went from my apartment

?hotel room?

to a complex where I met with S

and we were then picked up and taken somewhere else

(to the party / meeting / supper??)

was it lunchtime?

yes I think it was the day

when we were picked up

and then it was the night when we came back...

coming back

this is clearer

more recent dreamstuff

yet to be evapourated by daylight

daytime

the meeting?

there might have been people by a roof top(?)

a high up

pool

businessmen - hollywood types

sunglasses, large, in swimming trunks

talking business...

daylight embellishment?

but

what I do recall

is coming back at night

I'm being driven back in a huge bulk of a car

nearly mini-bus-sized

but still trying to pretend it was posh

I am coming back from some huge party / swanky do

lots of people and me have left

many in limos and other cars

The streets

we drive in are grimy London-like

narrow old english city

victorian arches on walls

black with ancient soot...

We come to a T-junction and turn to the right

and there on top of the traffic light

sits a long haired school girl

how odd it must be to grow up in LA I think

(did I?

or is this daylight embellishment?)

I note her

I wonder about her

what I wonder

unless it is this,

I don't recall.

She seems calm

zen calm?

no...

no, surely not.

just calm

watching the late night traffic go by

was she dressed in school uniform?

or just that young??

I don't recall...

We drive on

we turn left under a...

through...

I don't remember

is this the right way?

and then

dreamjump

and I'm walking through the conference center

a large center

(near where we got picked up at the first place)

I think I'm somehow on the outside

like this stretch is all a verandah like thing

with the main building to my left and jutting several stories above me

White

I think the building is white

This section / corridor

is a little like walking underneath the bleachers

except here they are staggered stories of flats? rooms?

I walk along and here at a corner

(left turn)

there are half a dozen or so folk

at least half staff

by some white outside style dining tables and chairs

(all of them white

something I failed to note at the time)

some of the staff are clearing up plates

the late end of supper

possibly a couple still eat

or two businessmen still chat

an older waitress is clearing the table

I still have my cocktail glass from the swanky do

in my hand

(I've had this a while

in the car etc

it has been bothering me a bit

(did I previously want to put it down?

or is that thought daylight embellishment?)

thinking about it now

I wonder why I didn't want to keep it was a souvenir

but in the dream that thought never occurred.

As I had noted before

the cocktail glass was odd

consisting of a normal top

with a design

a metal spiral band encased with the funnel of the glass

but the stem was a very thin metal coil

totally flexible

(like that one might use for a strap

on a purse)

and on

the bottom it was attached to a

wooden bar

(at its mid-point)

about the width of a pencil

smooth & cylindrical

the length that the diameter of the base should have been

with a very 'designed' notch at either end.

dreamjump?

I walk on further

and I am above (and to the right of) the parking lot / greenery / ???swimming pool area

on a roofed walkway

(still white

still 'in' the conference center area)

with occasional steps down

(akin to railway station pedestrian overpasses)

I head down the stairs

to my left

limos are taking people away from this renedezvous point

leaving

walking on foot as

limos and swanky end cars pass

in a low hedged / car parky / gardeny area

having to stand aside for cars to pass

Earlier???

I got driven here (by taxi?)

possibly S picked me up and drove me here

then we got picked up by the huge near mini-bus chauffeur driven guest collector type car

same dream??

other dream??

seemed to be a clip from

'Deja vu'*

some plain clothed inspectors (police)

looking at (presumably Denzel Washington's) apartment

stating something about him only being gone for a week

and yet it is as if he has left the apartment for six months

something about time travel

(did they say this?

or is this just dreamknowledge?)

the pot plants are now withered masses of dead branches and twigs

(as if they had grown fully and healthily

for a while and then withered

leaving dead bushes

(rather than sagging greenery))

the inspector says something about how horrible the fridge will be

before he opens the door to it

where

from our quite mid-distance perspective

(shot from the other side of the room)

it looks a bit like a freezer overgrown with ice

but we assume this is mould

and there is some

talk / thought / thing

about mould growing over mould

that what we are looking at is the end habitat of 6 months of shifting ecology

whole organisms have come and gone before the door was opened

sometime

around here?

I'm pretty sure there are no memories of the swanky do to be found

I WAKE.

but I wonder

if the dream had been allowed to grow for longer

would the strands have come together?

would I have found I would be the person missing from the apartment?

and the meeting / party / soiree

which seemed to be a day and an evening

have stolen 6 months?...

(very traditional folklore faerie-esque)

*= a 2006 thriller / time travel movie

set in contemporary times - with a time travel device that allows our protagonists to see back in time by somewhere between 4 days and 12 hours

starring Denzel Washington, directed by Tony Scott,

written by Bill Marisilii & Terru Rossio

not a dream

I wake up

and the radio is talking about Freud's 'On the interpretation of dreams'.

the painters have arrived

stomp stomp

over the roof

stomp stomp stomp

I look at the cat.

And I think are dreams like this?

The cat has their life

something defined, somethings not,

if I howl* at them for long enough they'll feed me after the sunsets

(not Note at 6pm which is what we humans thinks happen)

and then there are these moments

strangers come to the house

strangers who the cat has never seen, heard, smelt before

and they start to water-blast the skin off the house

what does the cat think of this?

is

this not like understanding a dream to the cat?

the cat doesn't understand the phonecall I made to the painters

the cat doesn't know I knew they were coming

(still, I shudder awake at nine when I have been woken a second time**

by the arrival of the painters - I was up till 3am last night)

(I must get up - I must work

but first my dreamlife & my not so dreamlife...)

But the cat sees I don't jump up

I'm not shocked or surprised

I head to the doorway

and sing / call / meow - (however the cat perceives it)

to these unknown people

who smell of chemicals no doubt

who the cat doesn't know

who aren't from around here

but then I hide inside and they blast the outside of the house.

to the cat

isn't their perception like mine with a dream

not understanding the greater details

the moments of human clan dealings

make no sense

or at least

a surreal dreamlike logic...

the cat disappears into the cold winter outside world.

the cat's waking world.

* = the cat definitely howls

(I suspect it tries to wail like a baby since twice upon a times it has lived with families with small newly borns to the age of 2)

** =the cat alarm clock works (intermittently) at a 7am feed me ring

12/13 July 2009 from notes

can I even recall this dream...

the notes say:

chatting to girl

after she fought in the street

appearance of tree

trying to cross

... crossing street

walking around 'american street'

motel about to be run by 'E'

gangsters debate - just be straight

it is a shitty motel

seeing you dad cowtow to that guy

young gangster guy fire fight kills robbers

ygg being told to break fingers? due to lack of tatooist to tatoo to proove he is worth of being old gangsters son

needing alchohlo

but they are backwards

from the moment of waking

the first thing that is remembered is the last thing that happened

Talk to a girl in the street.

she wasn't very tall

she was cute

we chatted and walked down the street together...

...before that

I had been walking up (?) and down the street

I had come to the dead end of the street - slight down hill from the very long

American

street

wide street

suburban - no, urban

respectable urban

there was a crossing

a pedestrian crossing

(was there?)

there was an intersection and people were crossing

(were there any people??

is this daylight embellishment??)

I was going to cross the street

and two

at least two people in front of me were as well

as they crossed the lights must have changed and cars came

some made it across

did they exist?

but two girls were caught crossing the street

one was caught half way and had to run to the middle

so did the other

or did she come all the way back to the pavement?

Anyway

in the middle there was now a tree

that wasn't there a moment ago

I did not notice this in my dream

but now I note - this appeared out of nowhere

around the time it appeared

I was POVing as one of the girls /

as myself in the middle of the road

one of the girls

(the further along)

cute small one

had a bike against the tree

daylight embellishment?

with really tall handle bars

and then

I think she was fighting the slightly fatter other one

over the bike???

really not sure

...

It has been so long I'll post this now

and I'll post more of this later.

a slither 8/9 July 09

already this fades

I wake early

the full moon still peers between the clouds

blessing the coming day

I had half a daydream half a dream

a thin whisp

but what was it...

with someone

(damn, who was it...

this wasn't some vague indistinct dream figure

this was a definite person...)

driving around the hillside roads

of Wellington

we stop

they? he gets out

or was it me

we stop

beside a wooden walkway

steps

that lead up the hillside

the steep slope

to a good

five feet?

off the ground

where a landing stage

juts out from the hillside

landing stage?...

more a staircase landing

a wooden

landing

but it is battered

ramshackle

broken

possibly there used to be steps down to the road

but have been knocked away

or possibly they have been 'washed' away

and the wooden supports have corroded.

I get out from the car

and onto the landing

without

touching the ground

I AWAKE.

was I really asleep?

I need more sleep

I look tired all the time at the moment.

27/28 June 09 - far too late - from Notes

Been working hard - and hence left this as notes - and then forgot...

so this is very behind.

It all started with an illegal street party

Meeting with an old famous reporter?

(Woodward & Bernstien-esque)

or famous playwright.

remember to mention my name ... Dmmmmmm....

A musical ??

stage..

the main singer wants to talk

to someone in the audience

(she speeds up to get to the end of the song so she can speak to the person)

She steps into the audience

(still singing.?... )

1920s wise guys

(a la Guys and Dolls?)

but the ... couple? at the back hastily leave - it is near the end of the show - the final song

Somehow this tale turns into

- or was earlier -

a gritty B/W (?)

about life on the streets

gay life

someone dying? possibly...

someone now gone

died of Aids ??

People living up outside a club

a space

he has been rejected / ejected from?

he is no longer welcome ... there

he has disappeared by the time of this footage

(that was all notes - I recall none of it)

but this one (same night)...

Oh!

Another dream

Tintin-esque

Russia

thriller type...

possibly flying / possibly not ??..

I look into the cloudy night sky and can see lights of two airplanes

in the fog and mist of the clouds

both seemingly at the same height and doing circles

circling each other

avoiding each other

but

far, far, too close

likely to crash

they seem to circle into each other

but must be on different levels

I listen to the radio

but it is full of inarticulate bits of fuzz and scrambled half heard staticky words (?) stuff

I'm being interviewed about the incident

I'm told / I know

one was a plane - the other a parachutist

the parachutist and (like a glider - a piloted light aircraft)

All survived

But the parachutist released over British (?/New Zealand) waters

He tried to head down and the authorities tried to radio him instructions

to land near some yachts

(a yachting race)

which

they think he did but aren't certain

they think he is in the vicinity

in the interview they ask me

- what did you hear on the radio?

- nothing much

- Oh well, pity

they don't blame me

they've done recordings of intercepted radio traffic before

& it has been pretty inaudible...

The Dream Ended Here.

Earlier there was the Tintin bit.

Me and a party of people - including Haddock

(I'd like to say Thompson & Thomson, Professor Calculus, Nelson

but the party wasn't so overtly distinct as that)

We're in a Russian Antiquities shelter? - Mausoleum?

possibly Museum

Secure Store hangar of Museum

Large

Stone / Concrete

Halls

Possibly Nuclear Shelter turned into Old Artifact Store

there are a few other people here going about their work

there are huge solid walls -

high high ceilings

massive square stone(?) pillars

possibly some glass display cases

(daylight embellishment?)

& a curator (?) / Staff member is showing us to the item in question

but The Main curator / Prof. of Antiquities / high up bod

is working for the bad guys and using a

tennis ball serving (firing) hose

(a la vacuum cleaner tube)

as a weapon

manages to break out with the item

(I don't recall the item...

possibly we're just after questioning him ?...)

Did we go to his office?

We hurriedly follow

we cannot let him escape

Possibly he escapes by plane

but the helpful staff member

tells us we can catch up on the train

Dreamjump to the train

The Train

(?steam train?)

we're on top of

small goods wagons of the train

filled with goods? rocks? coal? metal bits?

not sure

everyone sits ontop of them too

On the train there are

a smattering few soliders

we are passing desolate flat long straw / reed style fields

we are passing Russian Military lounging around in the fields

At the back

Captain Haddock has a pipe? a cigar?

smokes

we talk?

I wander to the front

we are passing flat desolate fields

over grown unmanaged grasses

2 of the soliders are playing...

chess?

backgammon, seems less likely

some table game?

chess with beers/shots as pawns - etc, etc?

not sure

daylight embellishment?

possibly not...

In the field

There's an Army Captain

(someone in charge there)

are they supposed to be a check point?

something we have to pass

it doesn't seem so

Later, I know that there were some harsh

dismissals / court marshals in the area for

the slackness of Troops

I know which.

that is the end of my notes

I must have WOKEN UP.

23/24 June 09 - a mere slither of Tuesday Night's Matariki Dream

...Vampires...

...the girl with no name* (G)...

...SHdj (Sad House) delivering me a note...

...directing someone to the place where I had been before...

pointing in the direction of a pub

I think it is that one,

but it looks all wrong

too traditional mock? old pub-like

old wooden beams

and, like JJs, a series of wooden alcoves

but I am sure that was the right name

I don't recall the name now

but I read it then

on the sign...

but I was there before

and it wasn't this place

we walk further down the winding street

the street has a slightly Parisian feel

along the next bend

yes

the sign says

in swirling design

"the Hat- something ...cafe?, restaurant? tea house?"...

Hat-Whisp?...

(It isn't a name I recall in my dream

I thought it was the other name

the name of the pub... hmm...)

but this is the place

filled with folk - much more than when I went here and negotiated earlier

(negotiated about what?...

that dreamfrost is lost to the light of day pulling long shadows on the hills)

the place is not particularly ostentatious

and has large glass front but an old

1920s practical look inside

slightly scruffy

tan walls

a counter running along the far wall

the entrance goes in from the front

(daylight embellishment?... not sure...)

so there are two

distinct glass 'alcoves' jutting out

closer to the street

these contain old wooden tables

and people sitting around them

looking out (possibly)

whereas the rest of the space is standing

jostling people drinking (beer?)

but there is the large woman

the main negotiator

for whomever this band of ... thieves? workers?

whomever they might be

drinking with a bunch of large bulky men

at one of the tables

the Hat-something is packed

full of people

the large glass windows misting up

(surely this is daylight embellishment?)

this is the place

do I point her out

or does he just know?...

I leave SHdj to go in.

the dream drifts away...

Later

a vampire party?...

underground...

crypt arches?...

is this all daylight invention?...

visually I think we can say there were a lot of chic? semi-goths

and in dreamland

these are Vampires

and within the party is G

I think it was SHdj who went with a note to G - the Girl

got me to write it.

and comes back with a reply...

I have a feeling this is the 2nd note back

in blue biro - the post-it sized note is now smattered with writing

below a previous note

it says

meet you / see you / or words to that effect

meet you NEXT TUESDAY

and

I WAKE.

*=yep, the vanishing waitress - G

There was much much more to this dream - this is the moment before the penultimate part and then the end - but it is all I recall at the moment...

20/21 June 2009 slight waft

ads play on VBC

the crusts of sleep still hide in the corners of my eyes.

I've been blearily awake probably for an hour...

A dream

a dream

a snippet

walking to a bus stop

along a flat part of

no, sloping

non-steep sloping

of Pembroke road

(or the same)

(the other side of the valley rugged hills)

a bus pulls up

and I think I am not going to make it to the bus stop in time

(due to my real world bad leg)

but it pulls up behind me

(before me, by some way, is the bus stop I was headed to)

and I realize - it is stopping at the new bus stop

a brand new one

new design

it has a electronic sign - red dot matrix telling the world that the #3 bus is here*

sweet

I get on

ready to pay my $5 for a daytripper.

NO DRIVER

in fact

no front windows.

no way to pay for a ticket.

Everyone else I figure must use snapper cards

The bus moves off - it is automatic

I take a seat

slightly uneasy

the other passengers

(I don't recall them in any detail - but I know there were some)

seem fine.

there are no figures of authority

I have slight qualms over not paying - but

I don't care - this is the future I didn't want

what happened to all the bus drivers?

what do they do now?

the grey painted metallic front of the bus

has the driver's wheel

(possibly a fail safe - manual override)

ON THE WRONG SIDE

just by the doorway

but blocked off by a grey metallic slab

It

isn't clear

whether you really could squeeze inbetween the slab and the wheel in order to drive this thing.

Inside the bus the whole area is much more open space

(to carrying more standing passengers possibly?

this thought is logic from the daylight

I don't think I thought about the why

in the dream)

I think the windows are pretty boarded up with metal too

This is how you'd be transported to your doom

(shades of the trains to concentration camps here

no humans - just a blind faith this computer controlled bus will take us where we think it will

we're sliding across Willis / Mercer / Victoria / Wakefield streets

nearly in town

nearly whereever I am headed

And I am thinking

how does this work?

are computers really this sophisticated?

but I'm recalling

something about how robots are good at following fixed routes

getting along a series of straight lines from A to B isn't too hard a computing task...

but still the picking up folk

the interacting with other traffic

and pedestrians...

the dream fades?

or is it a dreamjump?

the next section I am far more hazy on

I am getting off ?

I am at?

there is a grand train-like station

huge pillars lifting up into a tall roof

(which I do no observe)

and these go on - as far as the eye an see?

certainly to a murky mid-distance

I'm alighting from the bus here???

is this a daylight embellishment??

it certainly feels like I did

the vague feeling I have is in the dream

is it?

I am here and all the ex-bus drivers are here in uniforms

dark dark blue with small small dark red epaulets

or no, badge

of some kind

part of the uniform

the ex-bus drivers are talking,

plotting,

planning,

or was it

sorting,

organizing

a lecture - a course?

are they now acting as the enforcers / ticket inspectors?

or are they fermenting a rebellion / strike to regain their job

I am not sure

I cannot remember...

it gets

vaguer

much vaguer

we're in the star wars (phantom menace) universe

standing on the deck of a space ship

looking out across a star wars space battle

meteors and coloured laser bolts

zipping space craft

all in the distance...

all vague

less than half remembered

then

I WAKE.

Notes from the other side:

*= the number 3 bus doesn't go on this route - but it does go into town.

17/18 June 2009

much

much more

before this

but I recall being in a car with CG and shocker

we might be talking about

Scottish detectives??

is this daylight embellishment

might well be...

talking about

criminals?

crime?

detection?

are we in scotland???

as we drive

and certainly there is some aspect of

mystery solving?

foiling criminal activity?

or

is it talking of shows that do that...

damn

the shards of daylight have cut through these most vaporous of dream memory,

thin

to say the least at 6am

(I WOKE - SCRIBBLED WORDS - and slept

these now form the diving board for my recall

here... )

We're in a car

going around in dry cold urban landscape of underpasses

it feels like urban frost

or is this daylight embellishment?

recalling 'State of Play' (FILM) and putting it here?

Anyway

the landscape seems more American than Scottish

and suddenly

visually

I'm far above and to the side

Oh

first, we drive up and round

an up-ramp

( or do we?

we are going to but I think there was just a

dreamjump

here)

to arrive at the top?

a open car park?

empty

the look is all cold, light grey / tan coloured

dust?

Rubbish around - although in pushed aside piles

and now

as we head up

around the corner

and

visually

I'm far above and to the side

(like a helicopter shot)

except

I'm looking at a model of the dusty cold car park (?)

Now it is uncertain if it is a car park

made of cardboard?

I reach in to one of the corners

(a space under a pillar beside an up-ramp)

(still a model, so my hand is huge)

and pull out some my sized plastic see-through wrapping (like sweet wrapper or some such but more nondescript) - it fills up a large portion of the space with some other bits (scrumpled up paper, etc) - and is there to stand in for the rubbish on the smaller scale.

We're back to scale but the car park (?) is now seemingly

at ground level

and over by the chain-linked fence someone is walking past

perhaps we're investigating a crime

a murder?...

possibly

it is now the next day

somehow a time has passed from the

car journey to this moment?

possibly not?

possibly

the murder / crime / mystery

was revealed in the

early

forgotten

part of the dream...

and

so we're beside the chain-link fence

or near it

we - or - just me?

no, the others are here

or nearby

a homeless man

a man

a man in raggedy clothes

or was he?

was he suspect for having not so raggedy clothes

is walking past

carrying books

a large pile of books

(an armload)

on this side of the chain-link?

beyond

is raggedy unkempt undergrowth

black bare branches of bushes

cold solid muddy pathway - looks like motorbikes use the track

(daylight embellishment

surely...)

rubbish

the man is moving off

we call him

he looks over his shoulder

about to be hidden by bush

(yes / no?)

we're stopping him

where did he get those books

we KNOW those books belong to the murdered victim

(a colleague?)

he claims

he was given them / picked them up...

I think he was innocent now

then

we let him walk off...

and the dream stops?

fades?

uncertain

later

another dream

Again

the start is forgotten

there is a trial

Sherlock Holmes (as played by Jeremy Brett*) is prosecuting

the benches are all high and together

like a row of judges

the Judge (unnoticed - or nondescript) a row higher than

Holmes, Watson (David Burke*), others?

Did the others include me?..

CG and shocker? - not very convinced

me possibly

I don't think CG and shocker...

So

in fact thinking about it now Holmes was seated in the witness stand space - except it wasn't a box - just a long continuous bench - with all the legal people along it, beneath the judge's row, - I think with on the other side of the Judge the defence team.

Except

the lead defence attorney is out front

demonstrating

he holds up

a large (between A4 and A3 sized) metal plate

part of a Fire Alarm system

one edge and half a side is pocked

and smoulders

even.

was this to prove his client's innocence

through the fire alarm failing to work

or the fact it did work?

I don't recall...

Holmes is peeved

it is such an obvious flaw

Watson appeals to Holmes not to object

it must be part of a wheeze, a trap,

but Holmes does

he points out that the Defence's exhibit of the part of the fire alarm

is still smouldering after 6 months~!

and

hence at least the smouldering cannot be genuine.

and

fade

fade

fade

the dream drifts away from me...

what happened in the courtroom

was there a trick to the defence using such bogus material?...

it comes back

into focus

later

and

again I am strongly aware

that I only recall some part of this dream

there was more

definitely

dreamed

just forgotten

before

Finding myself

(myself as Holmes? - uncertain)

on a railroad tracks

with a red headed man

red haired assistant

we're on some sort of open carriage

or open goods wagon

the area is open

- the tracks up on a mound of white/yellowish stone/rocks

we're on the edge of brick houses - estates? suburbia? old

edge of London feel

the houses are quite far apart

and some distance from our railway

this seems the sort of place

1950s kids with flatcaps would play in

nipping through the hole in the fence made by the swingable plank in the wooden fence.

This is all Daylight Embellishment

I'm not even sure there was a fence beside this wasteland

but

it gives one the right feel

clear day

possibly summer

though not hot per se

behind us is a copse of trees?

a bushy amount of foliage

high bushes

we're here?

I'm here

to foil a plot

is it me and Holmes

or me as Holmes

our wagon is beside a old wooden signals hut

with the train track splitting in two beyond us.

Our red headed assistant asks something about our actions

Holmes explains to our red headed assistant

that we are here to foil a plot

that some evidence

is on the train line

a horse in a horse box

and that the conspirators are pretending to go hunting

an exotic animal - an Oryx or a Zebra

but intend to shoot the horse instead

or was it the other way around?...

Either way

Kill the evidence

by having it in a box car along the track where the conspirators are shooting their game - and so they can 'accidentally' shoot / kill the creature - hence the evidence

all of which will happen along the track

hidden by the foliage

at which point

shooting starts

seemingly at us!

Holmes

goes on ???

to the further open wagon

or

the wagon is shunted

I notice

as the assistant looks forward

that his red hair is a wig

his sideburns fake

he is a traitor working for the conspiracy

are we the aim of the attack?

or

just getting too close

and hence our unfaithful assistant has changed the signals and is shunting our party out of the way of the conspiracy?...

or

our traitor finding we are getting too close

is now trying to get us to be shot by the shooting party?..

I don't know

if there was any more

It is forgotten

since

I WAKE.

Notes from the otherside:

* = Recently I have been watching epsiodes of the early Eighties series of 'the adventures of Sherlock Holmes' - last night I saw 'The red headed league'.

Also 'The Wire'

Old Dream - say, 2 weeks old

somewhere I have made notes on this

somewhere I wrote it all down

now I am left with memory.

Let us see how I do.

I am in a mythical Sydney Airport

(feeling more like old style Melbourne Shopping arcade)

I have found myself a nook

between the stairs

two staircases

have I some time to wait?

yes

I think I've killing some hours between flights...

So I have found a space under

old wooden stairs

to slide under

and

sleep?

sleep on top of my baggage.

think

wrought iron

dark wood

look of this area.

Then

for some reason I am up

did I hear something?

I move along

around the corner of the concourse

and there is L going down the escalator

think

slightly worn

(60s?) metal

practical

look for this area

I call out

as she goes down she looks up

sees me.

is she happy to see me?

she isn't unhappy.

we meet up

? how?

was there a dream jump here?

it is too long since the dream

I don't recall because I don't remember

or because there was a jump

we chat

we talk about something

if I find my notes I'll add what it was

we go outside

and we're in a huge

endless?

lawn field

park I guess

we lie down on the grass and talk

nearby

families (?)

is this daylight embellishment

people

(even this?)

no

I think there were other people

we chat

and I cannot recall what about

again

I'll see if I can find those notes...

more transpired...

but shortly thereafter

I WOKE.

The cat, a warm lump, curled up beside me.

And NOW with NOTES:

in the nook

in Sydney Airport?

reading the Economist and tearing out the ad / Submission slips

...

I go out to find Dscope / or Sasha

see L on a level below

not sure it is her

I shout

L looks up

we meet

I am in my Pajamas

(but I am not concerned

I was going to change in the nook

given the long flights)

I notice something is up with L

we're outside

in a great grass plane

we sit and chat

something is wrong with L

I ask L if she is blind

She says she is

but only temporarily

it'll pass.

Ah, what you discover with Notes...

13/14 June 2009

dream?

dream

dream

come back to me...

I did dream.

I cannot even touch the ghost's echo for the blue sky

I can only hope a chance encounter

will release my memory

and

reacquaint me with last night's dream

10/11 june - a smattering barely recalled

Already half awake

a fuge of dream slides around

the struggle to regain consciousness

only a dim smattering of a dream

at some point I was away from the central dream

down on some wharf or series of jetties?

there I was talking with some people

4?

yes I think 4 people.

One, a woman, was explaining they had dreadlocks

and held these dreadlock wigs in her hand

possibly the others

one of them ?

passes some to her as she speaks

She explains they have four of them

was she E (E DiNap)?

am I daylight embellishing?

it was dark - night or twilight on the pier

that I do recall

so she is telling me

do they use them when they go on stage?

are they a musical act?

or is this

daylight embellishment again?...

uncertain...

she is offering the dreadlocks to me

for me to borrow

for some purpose

I've forgotten what...

did I know

it was only a smattering of a dream

it had yet to condense itself into a narrative

it was just an item - a moment

in the drift

she explained that the dreadlocks look best when you wore all 4 of the wigs

(she never called them wigs)

at the same time

but often they each wore just the one

At least one dreadlock wig was small

- only ... a foot (?less even) of hair to each dreadlock

there was another

moment

before

or after

I don't recall

something to do with

an online computer game

but other than cartoon elf-esque figures in

the sky

flying building?

city?

ship?

I don't remember

all on the computer screen

all on the homepage / log in non-full motion video?...

but

I WAKE

and the moments have yet to connect

There seems like there

was more...

before the Jetty discussion

I'd come out from somewhere nearby

somewhere inside

to speak with the gypsies?

gypsy-esuque figures with the dreadlock wigs...

9/10 June 2009

L was again in my dream last night.

This time in Well.

visiting

possibly for a festival?

a smattering of Tents in a wet field - a side of a hill? angled - on a slope?

we meet

was I with someone else?

I think I was.

Met L on the street

Did I know L was in town?

I've left this too long - sunlight

- though murky through the spitting rain clouds -

has blown away the substance of this dream...

we talked

I'm sure we talked

not anger

nor the high emotion

which so often perpetrates dreamlives

just isolated individuals

talking

what did we talk about?

there are things we talked about

of that I am sure...

she was going somewhere

the festival?

did that jigsaw piece fit here?

festival up the hill towards Brooklyn?

but then

giant flash floods filled the streets gushing down from Uni - more oft a rising tide - some amorphous swell behind the crashing wave

I have it as Vivian street

I suspect daylight embellishment here

then we're in a side street watching it crash along...

and then moving fast

though not rushing

to another street

and there again another giant wave

a river of water out of nowhere

bearing down on us.

or was it the same wave?**

L goes another way

we separate

I wonder if I should

follow / try and save

but it doesn't seem the right thing to do

She seems very much in command of her situation

and somehow the giant waves don't seem to great a threat to us

(although we still have to avoid them)

Now, I wonder if I was a coward...

- but it doesn't feel so.

As ever the order of the dream is uncertain

I'm sure there were more giant waves after L left.

somehow

I / we / I*

(*= I'm sure I was with someone else)

get a lift

...I don't recall getting into the car

but I don't think the dream just jumped...

get into a limousine

inside it is huge

a veritable 18wheeler -

or luxury house on wheels.

through the tinted glass we can see outside

- a motorway

I don't think there was flooding?

maybe there was

like paddy fields - all below the level of the road

daylight embellishment?

inside

the well dressed man - the Passenger -

is sitting at one side of the spacious sunken limo room

He shows us around

in response to our exclamations

(we note the size of 'room' within the car

even in our Dreamlives this seems an extraordinary thing)

there are rooms and corridors further back?

somehow forward?

somehow we move forward

back to the entrance room of the limo

and

He shows us

that he can draw aside

a curtain

(door? panel?

hidden sliding wood panel

like a cabinet?

slightly lower than us)

and there is another room inside the Limo

steps down to

a

cinema?

small private screening room?

or just a luxury room

I WAKE

as far as I recall the dream ended there