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.

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.

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