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I dreamt that I was at a PT (parent/teacher) night at my primary school.

As a side note, PT nights have formed some of my most treasured memories because they were so insanely fun.  Back in the day the teachers used to lock the children in a classroom separate from, but near to, the adults.  We were given activities to keep us amused in order to give the parents and teachers some peace, but we’d all just climb out the window and run amuck in the playground with torches.

So in the dream my friends and I were adults but we were running around with torches like the primary school children, having the time of our lives.  The playground was just how I remember it being at night; very dark, cold and eerie in a thrilling kind of way, especially with people running around everywhere.

At one point my ex-boyfriend, Liam, turned up and started trying to flirt with me.  He was very short and fat and had curly, blonde hair.  My heart was racing and I felt unnerved, but I played along with it and eventually he left.

I ran into a particular area of the school known as “The Forest,” because it was full of trees, and my friend Emma was in there with a make-up box.  I asked her if I could use it to make myself prettier, and she agreed before running off to join the mayhem that surrounded us.  I spent about 10 minutes making one of my eyes look gorgeous using different colours and paintbrushes.  I then, for some reason, decided to leave my other eye plain.  I think I was getting bored and I wanted to join in the fun again.

After a while I came across my ex-boyfriend again, still short and fat, and I was glad because this time one of my eyes was so pretty and worth admiring.  He was behaving like a complete jerk; ignoring me and making rude remarks, so I left feeling confused and hurt.

I found myself standing alone on “The Oval,” which was where a fireworks explosion that stole the life of a young girl had taken place many years ago.  I felt saddened as I remembered that horrific night before I noticed my friends Nicki, Emma and Lynnette were standing on a hill nearby.  I went to join them and after a while of talking they went across the oval and I turned and headed towards the street, where a big red bus was waiting for me.

I got in the bus and the driver was the same bus driver we had on a school camp years ago.  His name was Garfield and he was awesome.  Without warning he started driving the bus as though we were being chased, or like a regular bus driver in Hong Kong or China.

Then I woke up.

I had another disturbingly vivid dream last night and I remember most of it quite clearly but I’ll probably write about that another time, I just wanted to do a quick update.

I’m feeling very sleepy at the moment, but it’s been about a week and a half since I left Gavin and I’ve just realised the numbness I’ve felt for the past few months has started to fade.

I’ve started to really enjoy every day, simply spending time with friends and getting up to mischief.  Despite my parents being quite negative towards me lately, I feel very hopeful about the future.  I know the next few weeks are going to be really memorable with the opening of the Mana Bar this Saturday.

I feel motivated to find a job and get my house organised again.  I don’t feel so motivated to look into university but I think that’s mainly because my parents are discouraging me to enrol in the course I’m interested in, which is a Bachelor of Education.  My sister decided to tell them teachers have the highest suicide rate of anyone and I think my parents have freaked out.  I think they’re underestimating me though.  Teaching is something I’m passionate about and my background in Psychology would definitely come in handy.

Dad:  “Do you really want to be a teacher? I reckon it’d be a horrible job, dealing with kids these days… :\”
Me:  “Someone has got to do it. ”

I expect some days I’ll still feel down and unmotivated, but I’m so happy to be ‘feeling’ again; everything from happiness, sadness, anger, pain, hope, motivation, jealousy, amusement… the list goes on and on and it’s all great. (I just thought I’d list the emotions I’ve felt recently, quite random..)

<3 to all my friends who stuck by me despite my whinging over the past few weeks… Haha.

Time to pick up again.

I’ve also been enjoying getting to know my Team Fortress 2 clan, Pants Party, better.  Alex and I met another Brisbane member a few weeks ago.  In the coming weeks I’ll hopefully get to meet the rest of the Brisbane Pants Party guys as well as the few members who are flying in to Brisbane from various places in April.  It’s going to be so epic! >:3

I’ve realised the music I listen to definitely reflects the way I’m feeling.  The past few months I’ve been listening to Slipknot, Evanescence and System of a Down quite obsessively, but now I’m obsessed with Pendulum.  Check it ouuut:  Pendulum – The other side.

Lovelovelovelove!

<3 DarkSlinky.

I had a really strange nightmare last night.

I dreamt that my friends; Nicki, Lynnette, Emma and I were looking for a hotel in a swampy forest where night was falling fast.  Once the sun had set we were surrounded by crocodiles with no escape because all the trees were strange, unclimbable shapes.

My friend Lynnette got torn apart and eaten while the rest of us managed to climb up a stumpy tree but we knew that soon the crocodiles would be able to get us.  I slipped and fell out of the tree but I decided not to climb back up with my friends because without me in the tree, the branch we were sitting on wasn’t weighed down so much and my friends were safer.

I managed to run to another tree, but once I reached the other tree I realised that the back door of the hotel we were trying to find originally wasn’t far away, so I made a run for the open doorway.  I made it inside and slammed the door behind me.

I remember the light had a yellowish tinge, as if the lights in the room were aged.  I turned from the door and looked around the room.  It was of simple, old-fashioned design with fancy leather couches and wooden tables.  It had a warm atmosphere on the surface but a strange, cold feeling underneath the warmth.  There was some sort of party going on and everyone was dressed up with masks; no one was smiling, everyone was staring at me in a sort of blank disappointment.

I was in a panic, terrified for the lives of my friends.  I recognised one of the people as my mother and I remember being able to compose myself and swiftly collect my thoughts, because I figured people wouldn’t listen to a crazy person ranting about crocodiles.  I began to calmly ask people for help, saying things like, “The crocodiles – they’ve come to the hotel.  My friends are trapped in a tree outside, we must save them or they’ll die. We don’t have much time. Please help me,” but the people just turned away, went back to their party, and I felt abandoned.  I didn’t know who to turn to and I think I found a gun and decided to try save my friends myself.

My dream then changed and I was in an expensive, top-floor room of the same hotel with girls I didn’t know, but had seemed to know all my life.  The room felt plush and warm.  While the girls explored the bedroom for goodies I decided to go through the bathroom.  I remember looking forward to being able to have a soak in the bath because I was still covered in mud from the crocodile infested swamp.  The detail of the bathroom in my dream was stunning…  I might have to draw it before I forget it.

My dream then changed again and I was on the bottom floor of a modern hotel overlooking a lifeless, rain-swept city; both the room and the city were cold and grey.  I was standing on the veranda, contemplating the world when two warm arms wrapped around me and the conversation was as follows (I recognised who it was by the voice)…

Gavin:  “Isn’t it stunning?”
Me:  “I suppose… but why did you pick a room on the bottom floor?”
Gavin:  “I thought it would be easier to go out and less work to bring the bags up.  Besides, I prefer the bottom floor.”
Me:  “Mmmm…”

All I could think was how I wish someone would think about what I want for once, rather than think about what they think I should want.  Gavin then faded before I could look at him and I was left there alone, wondering absently if I had done something wrong.

Interesting, huh…?

I shall have to ponder what different things in my dreams symbolise.  I love analysing dreams.

Perhaps I’ll dream again tonight…

<3 DarkSlinky.