road

Again, on a journey, trying to find a way through roads and paths, staying in homes that are not my own. I was walking along a busy road. There were lots of other people, also walking. Normally we would all be driving along such a road. In fact, it felt like we all travelled the road regularly, but on this day we were all out of our cars, individually, walking and running along the road. Suddenly, in front of us, there was a hill in the road: sharply steep on all sides although not very high. I was in the front so I was the first to encounter the obstacle. I stopped, and others soon stopped around me, trying to work out how to get over the hill and how we had never noticed it before when we were driving. One man ran at the hill and managed to scramble up to the top, but lost his balance and had to cling with his feet to a large potplant that appeared on top of the hill, whilst his body dangled upside-down, dangerously, over the road. Another man rushed to his aide, and somehow helped him up the hill. It seemed that only the extremely agile and strong would make it over the hill. I walked around the base of the hill one last time and there appeared a set of stairs, so obvious, that I wondered how I, or any of the other people, had not noticed them at once.

dancing

I was in a room with large mirrors along one wall – a dance rehearsal studio. I was wearing all white: white dance shoes and socks, white top and white lycra shorts. I was dancing and watching myself in the mirror. I liked how I looked as I was muscular, my legs powerful, and my skin was sunned and golden. I was twisting my legs and body around in wonderful movements, fluid and strong. Gravity seemed to support me, in fact, I was able to lean into the air and trust that it would hold me. I danced with gravity, playing with my weight against it, and I felt lovely.

apes

I was sitting in front of a machine, much like a soft drink vendor, that had a list of questions printed down the front of the machine with a button next to each question. I scanned the list and found a question about the bikeways in Brisbane. I pressed the button, wondering if it would work as I had not inserted any money, and immediately, the tray at the bottom of the machine began to fill with A4 sheets of paper, answering my question. Sheet after sheet slipped out of a shoot and landed in the growing pile of papers, making a soft flicking sound. I was somewhat alarmed at the size of the pile – at least one hundred sheets high.

I turned to look out the window which was on the wall facing the machine. Out the window I could see the tops of trees and, in particular, a tree quite close to the window that had a deep chocolate brown trunk that rose up to form a tulip shape at the top. It looked like a nest. I looked at the other treetops in view, scanning them to see if I could see any more nests. I wanted to tell someone about what I could see, but the people in the room were doing other things. Suddenly, an apish figure crawled out of the top of the trunk of the tree closest to the window, swung on an overhead branch toward the window, and then veered to its left, out of sight. It looked much like an orangutan but with deep brown and dark grey hair, and was about four feet tall. Three other apes emerged from the tree trunk in succession: a large female, a small baby, and finally, a huge male with grey hair, yellow eyes and yellow streaks of hair around his face. He looked directly in the window at me, paused for a moment before swinging away. I had the impression that he was summing me up, deciding whether or not to interact.

witch

B& I were lying in bed, snuggled under the quilt. B had been on the phone to an old woman who lived in Urunga. In my dream, Urunga was north of here, on the Queensland East Coast beyond Gympie. I knew that the woman was a witch. After the phone call, we waited and soon we heard the slow footsteps and the dull thud of her walking stick coming down the hall toward our room. She came into the room through a door to the right of the room and slowly walked around the base of the bed toward me, on the left-hand-side of the bed. I was scared. She eyed me and realised that I was not the one. She stared at B, turned, and walked back around the base of the bed and up to where she could easily see B. She had shrewd black eyes, a sharp nose, and she was wearing a black dress with black stockings and shoes—much like a grieving widow. She was of ill intent and was here because B had told her that another old woman, a healer, wanted to help B and had given her gifts. The witch wanted the gifts, perhaps to intercept the magic of the healer. She reached down and picked up the first gift, a large pot plant, which I identified as a Money Plant, and asked if she could have it. She then took the second gift, a bunch of long-stemmed yellow flowers wrapped in cellophane and asked if she could have those. We both felt that we couldn’t refuse her or something terrible would happen. We sat down to have green tea and water. I felt awkward and transparently wary of her, whereas B seemed at ease. I walked her to the door where she confronted me, laying a brittle hand on my arm, asked why I disliked her. I answered, saying something that I can’t quite recall, and her appearance changed, resembling the other old woman: the healer. She had long grey hair that hung around her shoulders, a strong face and a more solid body. She smiled at me, although I still felt distrustful, and she left, taking the plant and flowers with her. I went back to where we had been having tea and there was a large cake sitting on the low coffee table. I broke off a hunk of cake in my hand and ate it wolfishly. There was a large dog sitting looking at me and I offered him some cake. We both ate the cake, he biting off big chunks and swallowing them whole, and me, grabbing handfuls of cake and eating them as fast as I could. I told him he was a good dog and he looked at me, surprised and grateful.

exams

I was in a classroom with about twenty other people. We were finding out our timetable and, unexpectedly, when our exams were due. I thought I was up-to-date with the work and hadn’t realised that there were exams. Queen Elizabeth walked in and handed out documents that included all of the exam timetables and the names of the people who would potentially be our examiners. She was pointing out one particular name, saying that she was a very hard examiner and that anybody under-prepared would fail. I was going through the document, trying to find anything relevant to me, nervous about understanding it correctly, and hurriedly taking notes. I turned to the front page and realised that the entire creative strand has been marked in red ‘No Examination Required’. I felt immense relief.

fireworks

(dreamed a couple of nights ago)
I was sleeping in a small, one-person tent by the side of a road. The road ran parallel to a beach, but was separated from the beach by a row of houses. I crawled out of the tent and walked down the road in search of a shower and possibly a way home. I found a public toilet block where there were people gathered, waiting for a bus. I decided to go back to the tent to get some fresh clothing and a towel. There were people milling around, like they were at a festival of some kind. As I was leaning into the tent, collecting my things, I noticed my friend A in the crowd. They all ran down to the beach behind the houses where there were fireworks being let off. I could see firecrackers exploding above the houses, their sparks shooting up and showering down in wonderfully detailed jellyfish shapes of brilliant colours.

journey

I had to leave all of my belongings, my luggage, in the bus that we had been travelling in. It seems I had been on a journey and was to travel the rest of the way on foot. I was trying to choose between three pairs of boots, all tan with brown stitching and laces, but with varying heel heights and levels of comfort. I chose the second pair, being a compromise between style and practicality, put on several layers of clothing, not knowing exactly what I would require, and left everything else behind. I walked across a wide field and eventually came to a place where there was an abandoned building, a vast, four or five storey brown-brick building like an office block or a college. I was asking people what was to happen with the building, now that its previous owner had died. My question remained answered.

wine

Dreamed a couple of nights ago:
B & I were sitting at a wooden picnic table with my friends. Everyone was tasting wine. B was quickly identifying each wine that she tasted (mainly whites), naming the aromas, the character of the wine, the grape variety and the specific the wine region. I was proud of her and was clapping and calling out to judge standing on a platform to our left, telling him about her palette. Suddenly, I remembered that we had agreed not to drink for a while and I became cross. I picked up my bag and stalked away, although hesitantly as I hoped that B would follow me. I walked all the way home which was back to a house that I lived in a few years ago. The house was wet and falling apart. I stepped onto the low verandah, only just higher that ground level, and the floorboards were sodden, bending and crumbling.

lightning

I don’t remember more than this:
I was riding a lightning rod, not made from light and energy, but from some kind of light-weight, painted material like a stage prop. The lightning rod was the pointing in the wrong direction, shooting down toward the Earth instead of up, where I wanted to go. I simply turned it around, straddled it and shot off up through the ceiling (reminiscent of a church hall ceiling), into the sky.

body

I was in a room with other people. There was music playing and I began to move, something between a dance and magical acrobatics. I lunged toward a woman, clasping her waist in my arms, my body and her body forming the two sides of a scalene triangle for a moment, before I slid down to the floor, taking her skirt with me. I rose and leapt into a space where I began to spin around, gradually letting my body rest into gravity, leaning outward further and further until my body, trusting the centrifugal force, was parallel with the floor and came to a graceful stop.

Later, I was scaling a hill and came to a barrier that I had to climb before going on my way. Whilst I was trying to find an easy access point, a girl threw a small ball at me and I reached out my right hand and caught it, my reflexes working quickly. I felt proud of my catch and threw the ball back to her but, instead of a sharp or arching throw, the ball fell short of her and bounced back to me. Again, I caught the ball swiftly and surely and tried to throw the ball back to the girl. Again, it was a weak throw.