Monday, March 2, 2009

24th Feb: Kitty.

Radio One office: a grey cat dragging its right rear leg as it crosses the floor. Mitch explains that it’s because it used to be super fat and when it lost weight its bodily mechanics couldn’t keep up and parts of its body had to shut down. The cat also has a bizarre expression plastered on its face the whole time, a la “I’m a caaaaat, HUNGH”. Someone takes a photo of Mitch in mid-speech and by coincidence his expression is almost identical to that of the cat, when he sees the photo he finds it hysterical and laughs uncontrollably for a lengthy time. Hope says: “that’s fucking radical!”

I am ripping cabbage (or silverbeet) and placing it in big stacks which I wash, fairly precariously, under a too pressurized tap.

Luci and Yeshe hanging over a balcony railing. In Paris?

In the willowbank dairy all sitting on the floor. Old style slushy machine captures my attention.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Dream Snippets

Dream snippets:

I was applying for something and the application process had three components, two of which escape me, but the third was drawing a three legged kitten. Mine was grey. I spent so long on this that I ran out of time to complete the other two sections and had a minor freak-out.

We were all piled into a big red van. Well, into it, on top of it, hanging out the windows etc. I was perched on the front right of the bonnet and we were heading for some kind of sixties music festival: driving down a road lined with beautiful hippy kids all lolling around while they waited to go in. There was a fair bit of careering round corners and near misses. Basically this is all very camp a low hum-esque - all the van's occupants were friends who had been there and the overloaded vehicle is clearly a reference to the terrifying golf buggy ride that I took late on the last night. In dreamland, though, I wasn't scared just practical about the fact that if we went much further to the right I was going to end up shmooshed against the side of a steep grassy bank.

Early Saturday morning after waking up and falling back asleep: My dream started off as a replica of the events that had occurred before I fell asleep - getting into bed with all my clothes on, talking to April and Simon who came in to visit me, and telling Dom not to turn the light off because I'd never be able to get up and go back to my own house, then falling asleep as soon as he switched it off anyway. A rapid acceleration of time and I'm waking up and realising that I'm still wearing my boots (which I also did in real life). Then it splits: where in reality I took my boots off and went back to sleep (and this dream began) in dreamland I get up and proceed with activities which, infuriatingly, I can't remember.

Last night: we were supposed to be having a party on a boat but when we got there it was just a wooden frame that looked neither boatlike nor waterproof. In fact, excessively UN-waterproof as it was simply a few planks attached at cross angles rising from the water. I was a little miffed, but the water was warmish so things just mosied on. Ended up in a dinghy and Dan Nagels pashed Brigit who was wearing a big black bow in her hair.

Thursday, February 19, 2009


My friend thomas and also Jen (not jen aitken) both died. I was away in melbourne, but i could go back for the funeral. Both funerals were on at the same time, so I could only pick one. Jen's mum had put up posters advertising her funeral kind of like you would advertise a tacky show, there was glitter and a big picture of her face.


I was working at the fitz, and they had just changed the way they take a customers order. I had to put every detail of what the wanted in a comprehensive booklet. I didn't really know how to do it, so I was slow and the cafe was busy. I ended up just writing orders on my arm, intending to put them in the booklets when I had spare moment. It kept being busy, so I never filled in the booklets and no one got there food.

Then I was in Alexandra, and my cv was printed on bread and hung up all over town.

theatre group

I was in some sort of theatre group with Kitty. We got stoned and tried to make stuff up. We had meetings with Tee to help us. Then we were in the centre of town or a mall and ashton kutcher was there selling hot dogs from a cart. My high school principal was there having a meeting which somehow related to our theatre group, but when they saw us they moved their meeting to the top story of a purple theatre restaurant building, but we could look up and see them through the window.


14th feb

I was up high on a skyscraper hanging from a cable. It felt like I was part of a competition, but I didn't have to really do anything. There was lots of advertising on big screens. I think I lasted the longest up there, so I may have won the competition, but it wasn't a good feeling. It felt like I had lost someone.

at the crib

10th feb.

I was at my family's crib alone. I was very mature. Helen, my cousin drives into the front yard and I tell her that it is ok for her to stay. She tells me she is there for the funeral. I didn't know about the funeral but I presume it's for a family member. I didn't find out who. we were both old, but looked the same except bigger. We were grown up but hadn't shown signs of aging.


8th feb

there was a litter of very very young kittens. They were just opening their eyes

save squad

7th febuary

Jen and I were part of some sort of squad that saved people, it had a harry potter feeling about it, we wore robes like them. Ben was in the squad too, although he didn't come back from the last mission so jen and I went back out to find him. We were rowing or swimming somewhere, and we saw the death boat pass us. The death boat was a ghostly figure alone in a single rowing boat. It was obviously a sign of death, because both Jen and I then understood that Ben had died. Admitting our failure we returned, only to find that Ben was alive and had saved himself. Everyone said that the three of us were the best squad.

group of authors

30 january

I was part of a group of people who were starting to jointly write a book that was similar or followed on from the Harry Potter books. I was worried about getting all the facts right about the harry potter series, and also about not copying them too much. I wanted to do more reasearch before starting, but the others just wanted to write the book quickly