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Monthly Archives: March 2001
Dream Journal Entry: 26th March 2001
I went to a U2 concert. I managed to get tickets for the front row. Their last song was the best. They played “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for”. During the song the person to the side of me started to shake his head in disgust. The edge noticed the man shaking his head and stopped the song. He looked over at me and asked me for my address and phone number. It turns out that I was the only person in the crowd not shaking my head. He wanted to invite me to meet the band at some point. I refused and told him to fuck off and then started shaking my head along with the rest of the crowd. He just shrugged and started up the song again.
Dream Journal Entry: 25th March 2001
An ex-girlfriend enters my room and tells me she wants to have sex with me. The next thing I know I turn around and she is lying naked on my bed. I get into bed with her and touch her body. She tells me that it is 9.30 and I will be late for work. I turn to look at the clock. It was 9.31. Continue reading
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Tagged bed, black marker, clock, ex-girlfriend, father, kitchen, mother, music, naked, pornography, sex, wallpaper, work
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Dream Journal Entry: 21st March 2001
I used to be a terrorist. I remember my last act of terrorism quite clearly. I am stood on the forth road bridge with my lightsaber in hand. I take a swipe and cut the wires on one side of the bridge. I shout to everyone to hold on while I jump onto a ship that was passing under the bridge. As a lorry approaches the damaged area the whole bridge collapses. I watch the destruction from the passing ship.
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Tagged bridge, forth road bridge, lightsaber, lorry, ship, terrorism, terrorist
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Dream Journal Entry: 17th March 2001
I was visiting a department store specialising in antiques. I stood for a minute watching two girls putting some things in the storeroom. They had finished their shift and are on their way home. Suddenly the lights flicker in the store. I become aware of his presence. Hannibal is here. Everyone in the store knows he is here, there is sheer panic and I could see the terror in everyone’s eyes. However they must not worry though since it is me he has come for. I see him, he grabs one of the girls near the storeroom and drags her into a room. The other girl runs. I do likewise. The girl runs past me and I follow her down the stairs. We both stop running due to exhaustion and walk. I am still behind her when someone stands in her path and convinces her that he knows a short cut. He takes her to a side exit which I know is not a short cut never mind a way out. I do not stop her. I let the man lead her away. I know the man is taking her to his master, Hannibal, but I must save myself. Continue reading
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Tagged aeroplane, airport, cafe, camera, Canada, car, department store, face, gun, hannibal lecter, hill, money, photograph, scar, skin, steering wheel, storeroom, taxi, trap, Venice, violence
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Dream Journal Entry: 16th March 2001
I walked into a public toilet. A girl follows me in. I am a bit wary of her therefore instead of going to the toilet I sit up on top of a ledge and observe the girl. The girl is looking for someone she looks under the cubicle doors but cannot find the person. A Pakistani man walks in and walks over to the sink and starts urinating. The girl walks up behind him and stands there watching him. This doesn’t bother the man as he has no penis he is just urinating from a hole in his crouch area. The girl looks at me angrily then leaves.
I walk out the door after her but she is nowhere to be seen. There is a door opened at the end of the hall. I walk over to it and look in. The whole room is a massive drink cabinet. There are cabinets against all of the four walls, every space is filled with a bottle of alcohol. In the centre of the room there is a glass table. I stand on a chair at the door and pull on a black leather chain above my head. The room starts to rotate and the chair moves around with it.
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Tagged alcohol, chain, chair, door, hall, penis, public toilet, table, urinate
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Dream Journal Entry: 12th March 2001
I am casually walking down the street. I glance across to the other side of the road and spot M walking around in a circle. I cross the road to see what he is doing. He is circling a fish which is flapping away on the kerb. I warn him that he should not be circling fish in that manner as it is very dangerous. He ignores my warning. When M finally stops for a rest the fish seizes its chance and bites him on the leg. M gives out a tremendous scream and falls to the ground. The fish scarpers away. I give chase. Continue reading
Dream Journal Entry: 10th March 2001
Someone told me that my nose was sunburnt. I looked in the mirror and they were right, my nose was a horrible scabby red. I think I caught it from Kylie Minogue who I had been seeing recently. She is very frigid that woman. I don’t think we will ever have sex.
I was sitting at a patio table outside the cemetery gates when my mother walks past me, ignoring me completely. She was carrying her washing with her as she entered the gate. I shouted to her, she looked around and noticed me. She sat down beside me and we had a cup of tea outside the cemetery gates.
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Tagged cemetery, Kylie Minogue, mirror, mother, nose, patio table, scab, skin, sunburn, tea, washing
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Dream Journal Entry: 6th March 2001
Last night I went back to Thailand with a family. However I was only there to observe their holiday. The family consisted off a husband, wife and two small children (two boys I think). As we pass through Bangkok the children start telling their mother that they want to stop here and go and watch the rugby. The mother gives in and we get off the bus. From now on it is like a scene from temptation island. There is a man waiting under a bridge. He is waiting for the mother. He is there to tempt her away from her family. The father agrees that this man can see his wife, however it is proving difficult to convince the man to take her. The father tells him he honestly doesn’t mind which seems to convince him. The mother leaves with the man. The the rest of the family crouch down on the ground in a huddle and start crying. I join them in their mourning.
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Tagged Bangkok, bridge, bus, family, holiday, rugby, temptation island, Thailand
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Dream Journal Entry: 3rd March 2001
I was living on a farm with a few of the people who I had been fruit picking with. The owner of the farm was more likened to a dad to all of us. The problem was he was never around. He seemed to enjoy playing rugby at all hours of the day. Continue reading
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Tagged car, chair, checkbones, clothes, farm, father, foreign accent, french, fruit picking, kiss, living room, rugby, shorts, sister, skull, t-shirt
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