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2008

2008/001 DREAM ABOUT A RICH CHILD MURDERER MAKING A COLONY

I'm out shopping at a huge ikea type mall with my mom when i bump into an old school friend of mine, presumably a bit distant, reminiscent of friends of raist who were at outram institute - the kind who are quite different but whenever you meet them you still have a good chat with them. what comes to mind is that one incident when i met raist's friends at a playground and they were smoking by the slide but i had the impression we had a pleasant conversation about very childish concerns which seemed at odds with them smoking at the playground to the consternation of the old folks and small children playing around us. anyway, the guy i meet at the mall asks me to come to an event and i agree.

fastforward and i'm suddenly we're sort of at where i live. its full of boxes and someone's come to pick me up because i'm moving somewhere else, but the boxes are full and the room is scattered with many papers - my precious old essays which i really wanted to reread when i had the time. i dont know what to keep to throw out, and yet i can't carry it all with me.

suddenly we're in a car, four of us, on the way to the new place i'm moving to, which is apparently a youth hostel type place. in the car i am struck by a persistent but vision of the front car passenger having their hair replaced by grass which grows out slowly. the person in front looks a little like rich. what i comprehend from this vision is that it must mean that the place that we are going to is of sinister portend - and that they murder children there. how i come to this conclusion from imagining my friend's hair growing out as grass, i do not know, but i'm pretty sure of the evils of the place i'm headed to.

in the car the passenger next to me gives me a colouring sheet with the outline of a building, and asks me to guess where we are going. i colour it in, and when i'm done, it transforms into the real life image of the place and we are there. the entire building is made up with doorways.

at this point i have the distinct impression that we are simply extras on a film set. lots of children like us are running around and unable to leave. (but then no one is really trying very hard to escape) i privately think to myself about how the director of this film is pretty lucky to own the building so that he can just use it to shoot his film in.

in the next scene, a young girl is jerking off with a sausage and like always the kids are all running wild around her. the rich child murderer who runs the panopticon colony of kids is repulsed at her show of sexuality. he leaves the room.. the rest of the kids take turns to put a finger up her pussy. everyone licks their fingers as a pact to escape.

2008/002 DREAM IN WHICH PRECOCIOUS KIDS DEFACE SELF-PORTRAITS

in this dream a small malay girl and a young strappy english lad are sitting in a van in a dark alley that is flanked by low buildings on both sides, which are on fire. the two of them have some magical powers and so they are being persecuted for it. they decide to "character assasinate" themselves so that they wont be pursued anymore - in this dream it turns out it can only be accomplished by shooting a picture of yourself in the face.

the malay girl smudges blood on her portrait and the boy shoots randomly into the air to test the gun before he shoots his portrait in the face. the sound of gunshots drives a toddler out of hiding, and a grown adult who resembles their psychic skills mentor runs out to get the toddler back to safety. the two investigate the identity of the toddler and the adult - who turns out to be their mentor's long lost brother. at this point there is a sound problem with the dream movie so i am unable to hear their conversation. it frustrates me because there is no pause button, no sound, and no rewind button. i just cannot seem to find the interface so i can get the sound working again!

fast forward and i'm suddenly in a car which is passing a large, verdant field full of what appears to be greek statues. someone in the car tells me that they were actually people once, who had been frozen in place by god. i dont believe it because the statues are all of different (far too different) sizes even when i take perspective into account.

i mean look at their heads. look at their heads!

2009

DREAM IN WHICH I AM TRAVELLING THROUGH AN UNFAMILIAR ASIAN CITY AND GO TO IKEA

i'm on a school trip to what i vaguely perceive to be korea. it is night time and i'm outdoors trying to locate some small street which i remember through memory. the scene is impressive and the buildings are tall and well-lit - like some HDB land, but there is much more open space between buildings, and there are large carparks. i walk around a number of these blocks until i see some lights in a clearing in the corner. it is the row of shophouses i was looking for and i walk up and inside - it is a gambling den and the lights are green and smokey.

i look at my watch and its time to get back to the hostel. i get a ride home with simon and some parental/guardian figures (who are asian but distinctly not my parents). me and simon kiss and fool around in the back of the car.

when we get to the hostel though, simon is living in another hostel room and has to do something else, so i sit at the computer practicing my chinese or some other foreign language, but im really thinking of him instead. aaron (colleague who sits directly behind me in real life) and alain (colleague who always comes to talk to aaron in the office) are also sitting in the same room, directly behind me, and they are chatting about something in chinese.

fast forward suddenly, and i'm sitting on the floor/front lobby of ikea korea. and i've found sets of alphabet blocks. i've only got letters to spell the words "BUY STUFF". which is pretty limited. i rearrange the alphabets to form the words "NO FEE" (inexplicably and illogically) but the point of this is that the letters are limited and the words which i can form from it are all pretty boring ("No Fee" being the tag line for a banking advert i've been working on for the last two weeks). a small caucasian child runs up next to me with another set of alphabet blocks. she appears to be german and she's got the german set, which instead of having the letters "NOFEE", has the letters "ARRAM". at this point the parental/guardian figures appear again, to tell me that the transport is leaving soon and i have to go with them. the german mother has also appeared to retrieve the german child, and she notes that my set of alphabet blocks are english rather than korean - despite the fact that ikea hands out alphabet blocks according to mother tongue. i laugh and say out loud, "did you really mistake me for being korean?"...