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.
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Monday, March 2, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
two dreams
first dream:
was at my dad and my stepmum's. they'd bought me an old four square dairy which was damn cool, but they were also wanting to sell their house and needed me to do stuff to it, like rearrange the furniture and replace the tiles in the bathroom which had become super sodden and felt like sponges. I however, have no idea of how to tile, and was also on my way to go and do other things, and i got mad at them, because I knew I'd asked previously if they wanted my help with the house and they'd said no so I had committed to other things, and now there was no way I could put them at my number one priority and I felt furious that they'd try and make me help out and in doing so, let down other people I'd agreed to help.
I yelled at dad and realised my little sister was in the room and looked frightened of me so I told her it was all right, I was just angry at dad, turned to him and finished my rant then went to find a bathroom to cool myself down in. Came out of the bathroom, and saw sacha standing in the doorway (was also her room) she saw me and looked terrified and screamed and ran away - I felt really guilty and ashamed for yelling at dad in front of her and making her scared of me.
dream two:
i'd been in korea with the intention of teaching english, somehow i'd lost my passport, but still had a drivers license and a passport photo in my wallet which seemed to be doing me all right. Came back to New Zealand, I think it was meant to be for christmas or some crap. Found myself walking up george street holding a mannequin with my clothes on it. Thought, this is bollocks, stopped in a second hand store to take my shite off the dummy and then give the dummy to the store. Turned out Vicki worked there and she insisted I come to Leilana's mum's house for Lei's birthday party.
Lei's mum's house is out where cherry farm used to be, and it is massive. In the dream, it was really opulent for the most part - paintings on all the walls and stupidly thick carpet. Lei showed me her room which was like a huge old hotel suite with a courtyard garden growing in the room.
We went into another room where a whole lot of guests were. they had cigarettes in cigarette holders only half of them were smoking joints instead of tobacco. we were in a circle and the smoke was passed around. i kept taking drags, one time I smoked the whole lot in one inhale and felt embarrassed for being greedy, but it hadn't felt like much. A couple of times I'd be talking and not realise I had one in my hands. Once, I had my eyes closed and opened them, seeing that I had a joint and puffed quickly before passing on. I was struggling to stay awake, feeling jet lagged and seedy. The house had gotten dark and I struggled to see things from this point onwards.
I went into the bathroom to freshen up, splash some water on my face. I tried to turn on the lights but they were all out. It was a bathroom with a number of stalls in it, and I managed to turn on a light in one of those. The bathroom was disgusting when it was illuminated - broken toilets seats, flooded stalls, toilet paper everywhere and mildew up the walls. I'd put my bag down and I could now see that it was directly under a broken pipe and had filled my bag with water.
I left the bathroom and went to empty my bag out in leilana's courtyard bedroom.
jump in memory... there were a whole lot of other rooms at the back of the house that were being used to store stuff. It was like being in a department store, only nothing had price tags on it, there was no staff, and no security. People started to steal stuff. I saw one girl snatch a bag and confronted her about it, she sneered and tried to get past me, I smacked her in the face with my sodden bag and then dragged her by her hair towards the party. I was really mad because Lei and her family are awesome, and stealing from a person is never right, especially when they've let you into their house in a spirit of trust and friendship. Being envious of possessions doesn't give you the right to take them.
The stealing intensified and I found myself chasing mobs and gangs of theives instead of individuals. mostly they were masked. I caught up to one group as they were taking their masks off and saw maria and raff and got really upset and explained to them why what they were doing was so shit. they agreed and put back all the stuff they'd nicked, looking very contrite, and helped me round up the other thieves.
was at my dad and my stepmum's. they'd bought me an old four square dairy which was damn cool, but they were also wanting to sell their house and needed me to do stuff to it, like rearrange the furniture and replace the tiles in the bathroom which had become super sodden and felt like sponges. I however, have no idea of how to tile, and was also on my way to go and do other things, and i got mad at them, because I knew I'd asked previously if they wanted my help with the house and they'd said no so I had committed to other things, and now there was no way I could put them at my number one priority and I felt furious that they'd try and make me help out and in doing so, let down other people I'd agreed to help.
I yelled at dad and realised my little sister was in the room and looked frightened of me so I told her it was all right, I was just angry at dad, turned to him and finished my rant then went to find a bathroom to cool myself down in. Came out of the bathroom, and saw sacha standing in the doorway (was also her room) she saw me and looked terrified and screamed and ran away - I felt really guilty and ashamed for yelling at dad in front of her and making her scared of me.
dream two:
i'd been in korea with the intention of teaching english, somehow i'd lost my passport, but still had a drivers license and a passport photo in my wallet which seemed to be doing me all right. Came back to New Zealand, I think it was meant to be for christmas or some crap. Found myself walking up george street holding a mannequin with my clothes on it. Thought, this is bollocks, stopped in a second hand store to take my shite off the dummy and then give the dummy to the store. Turned out Vicki worked there and she insisted I come to Leilana's mum's house for Lei's birthday party.
Lei's mum's house is out where cherry farm used to be, and it is massive. In the dream, it was really opulent for the most part - paintings on all the walls and stupidly thick carpet. Lei showed me her room which was like a huge old hotel suite with a courtyard garden growing in the room.
We went into another room where a whole lot of guests were. they had cigarettes in cigarette holders only half of them were smoking joints instead of tobacco. we were in a circle and the smoke was passed around. i kept taking drags, one time I smoked the whole lot in one inhale and felt embarrassed for being greedy, but it hadn't felt like much. A couple of times I'd be talking and not realise I had one in my hands. Once, I had my eyes closed and opened them, seeing that I had a joint and puffed quickly before passing on. I was struggling to stay awake, feeling jet lagged and seedy. The house had gotten dark and I struggled to see things from this point onwards.
I went into the bathroom to freshen up, splash some water on my face. I tried to turn on the lights but they were all out. It was a bathroom with a number of stalls in it, and I managed to turn on a light in one of those. The bathroom was disgusting when it was illuminated - broken toilets seats, flooded stalls, toilet paper everywhere and mildew up the walls. I'd put my bag down and I could now see that it was directly under a broken pipe and had filled my bag with water.
I left the bathroom and went to empty my bag out in leilana's courtyard bedroom.
jump in memory... there were a whole lot of other rooms at the back of the house that were being used to store stuff. It was like being in a department store, only nothing had price tags on it, there was no staff, and no security. People started to steal stuff. I saw one girl snatch a bag and confronted her about it, she sneered and tried to get past me, I smacked her in the face with my sodden bag and then dragged her by her hair towards the party. I was really mad because Lei and her family are awesome, and stealing from a person is never right, especially when they've let you into their house in a spirit of trust and friendship. Being envious of possessions doesn't give you the right to take them.
The stealing intensified and I found myself chasing mobs and gangs of theives instead of individuals. mostly they were masked. I caught up to one group as they were taking their masks off and saw maria and raff and got really upset and explained to them why what they were doing was so shit. they agreed and put back all the stuff they'd nicked, looking very contrite, and helped me round up the other thieves.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Kitty: Friday 21st November.
A party. A 21st maybe? A swimming pool with brick terraces stepping up behind it, which I may have swum in, although the swimmer might have been someone else. Whoever, they were wearing clothes. But not a whole outfit - odd pieces, as in I/they have removed my/their top layers only to discard my/their t-shirt but put my/their sweater back on, and they’ve/I’ve got socks and shoes on, and masses of jewellery. Perhaps pants, but only with one leg on.
Relationships shifting and merging and suddenly Joey and I were dating. He and Mike wore matching yellow polo shirts and silly hats and leave to play golf in the middle of the night. Identities change: Ben is played by Hugh and he and Joe and I stand in a close group and the boys discuss our past and present affairs, I am profoundly embarrassed. Yes, it was a mutual break-up, I lie, we’re better as friends. Then I realise I am playing Ben’s part.
Masses of people, peppered around the house and surrounds. Time shifts from mid-afternoon to the depths of night to late evening and back again. There is a feeling of uncertainty and a lack of balance. There is disjointedness. But also anticipation: clearly this is a culmination of an ongoing crush on Joey for my dream self.
I find this odd, I haven’t seen or spoken to Joe for at least a month, I wonder how he filtered into my subconscious.
Relationships shifting and merging and suddenly Joey and I were dating. He and Mike wore matching yellow polo shirts and silly hats and leave to play golf in the middle of the night. Identities change: Ben is played by Hugh and he and Joe and I stand in a close group and the boys discuss our past and present affairs, I am profoundly embarrassed. Yes, it was a mutual break-up, I lie, we’re better as friends. Then I realise I am playing Ben’s part.
Masses of people, peppered around the house and surrounds. Time shifts from mid-afternoon to the depths of night to late evening and back again. There is a feeling of uncertainty and a lack of balance. There is disjointedness. But also anticipation: clearly this is a culmination of an ongoing crush on Joey for my dream self.
I find this odd, I haven’t seen or spoken to Joe for at least a month, I wonder how he filtered into my subconscious.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Kitty: Wednesday 19th November.
There were two people having a battle. Like Dragon Ball Z, and they were floating on the water - the sea I think, but originally it was the diving pool at Moana. The bad guy won and semi turned into a snake and a boat appeared, he was super stoked and cackly because we were in the middle of nowhere and he was going to get away. But then somebody else turned up and made a summoning action and suddenly there were these big chunky orange pieces of land in the near distance and he freaked out a bit.
There was other weird stuff. I think maybe somebody’s power was giving people gonorrhoea or some STD, by touching them. And as soon as you were infected you could infect someone else, like the game you play in Health at high school. And the symptom was this weird rash and some people would start puking this pitch black gluey ink liquid.
The atmosphere was pretty bizarre, but not really scary, I was just really sucked in to everything, watching mostly - I don’t remember often being that personally involved in what was going on. Even though I was friends with some of the people who were getting fucked up and thus I was emotionally involved in what was happening I was still a minor character. It was all a bit twisted. Comical without being funny. Does that make sense? It does to me.
There was other weird stuff. I think maybe somebody’s power was giving people gonorrhoea or some STD, by touching them. And as soon as you were infected you could infect someone else, like the game you play in Health at high school. And the symptom was this weird rash and some people would start puking this pitch black gluey ink liquid.
The atmosphere was pretty bizarre, but not really scary, I was just really sucked in to everything, watching mostly - I don’t remember often being that personally involved in what was going on. Even though I was friends with some of the people who were getting fucked up and thus I was emotionally involved in what was happening I was still a minor character. It was all a bit twisted. Comical without being funny. Does that make sense? It does to me.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Kitty: 8th - 10th November
Snippets from these nights' dreams:
Saturday 8th November.
Reality: I am staying at Grace's family house in Christchurch.
Dream: We are all gathered in the frontyard when it starts snowing, and the snowflakes look like luminescent paper cut-outs, the kind you learn to make in primary school. The form they take on the ground is sporadic but the landing is very precise: slapping down and sticking to the concrete almost as if one were watching footage of them being peeled off the ground but playing in reverse. I move through the flakes in a kind of shuffling dance, joined by one other miscellaneous person, a crowd looks on.
There is a large basin of plums on the kitchen bench, ready to be used for cooking. I plunge my hands into the fruit and squeeze and shmoosh until the bowl is filled with more juice than flesh and my hands are covered in crimson pulp.Cu
Cut to: peeling the entire sack of potatoes in an attempt to prove myself to be a good house-guest. Grace's mother enters; not entirely impressed.
Reality: The day of the election.
Dream: Walking down a large street, rather like Auckland's Queen street. "Look," I cry "there's a primary school where you can vote!" I am determined that the voting will be completed here. In actual fact it was a centre for science innovation...
Sunday 9th November.
We are shooting a commercial for student job search. Setting: underwater in a swimming pool. Of course it has to be done at night because the pool will be empty. During the day we go hydrosliding but the lifeguards get angry at us for sliding too close together and issue us with large chunks of polystyrene to attach to ourselves in order to slow us down. Sneakily some people only take very small pieces…
I arrive at the commercial shoot - instead of the pool they have transformed a basement carpark with tons of water and blue patterned vinyl on the walls.
There is a certain darkness and uncertainty to this night's dreams.
Monday 10th November.
There was a lot of death last night. Somebody killed in a car with strange implements - we watch from a rooftop. Later we are running from the scene of a different crime; the police catch up but we present a piece of scrawled on refill which proves us to be clinically insane and we get off with psychiatric counseling as our punishment.
Saturday 8th November.
Reality: I am staying at Grace's family house in Christchurch.
Dream: We are all gathered in the frontyard when it starts snowing, and the snowflakes look like luminescent paper cut-outs, the kind you learn to make in primary school. The form they take on the ground is sporadic but the landing is very precise: slapping down and sticking to the concrete almost as if one were watching footage of them being peeled off the ground but playing in reverse. I move through the flakes in a kind of shuffling dance, joined by one other miscellaneous person, a crowd looks on.
There is a large basin of plums on the kitchen bench, ready to be used for cooking. I plunge my hands into the fruit and squeeze and shmoosh until the bowl is filled with more juice than flesh and my hands are covered in crimson pulp.Cu
Cut to: peeling the entire sack of potatoes in an attempt to prove myself to be a good house-guest. Grace's mother enters; not entirely impressed.
Reality: The day of the election.
Dream: Walking down a large street, rather like Auckland's Queen street. "Look," I cry "there's a primary school where you can vote!" I am determined that the voting will be completed here. In actual fact it was a centre for science innovation...
Sunday 9th November.
We are shooting a commercial for student job search. Setting: underwater in a swimming pool. Of course it has to be done at night because the pool will be empty. During the day we go hydrosliding but the lifeguards get angry at us for sliding too close together and issue us with large chunks of polystyrene to attach to ourselves in order to slow us down. Sneakily some people only take very small pieces…
I arrive at the commercial shoot - instead of the pool they have transformed a basement carpark with tons of water and blue patterned vinyl on the walls.
There is a certain darkness and uncertainty to this night's dreams.
Monday 10th November.
There was a lot of death last night. Somebody killed in a car with strange implements - we watch from a rooftop. Later we are running from the scene of a different crime; the police catch up but we present a piece of scrawled on refill which proves us to be clinically insane and we get off with psychiatric counseling as our punishment.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Olympic Nightmare
DJ and I have flown to Hong Kong for the Olympics and we've arrived and they're got the first heat, and it's a swimming heat and we're inside the airport hotel lobby but somehow it's also the swimming pool and DJ's gone out to look at the view. There are a mass of people pressed against the window looking at the view so he walks out into the middle of the pool along a divider, which is all very well and good, but there's a race about to start. So he comes back over and we start watching this race and as we're watching, one of the guys accidentally jumps in too early and it's a false start. It's really stinking hot inside, and so DJ jumps into the pool, I suppose because he thinks he's got time to jump in and get out in time before they restart.
I feel jealous that he's in the water, and reproachful because I know he shouldn't be doing it.
I'm also really worried about it because people are talking to one another like "what's he doing, why is he in the pool?!" and I'm feeling embarrassed.
I feel jealous that he's in the water, and reproachful because I know he shouldn't be doing it.
I'm also really worried about it because people are talking to one another like "what's he doing, why is he in the pool?!" and I'm feeling embarrassed.
DJ's taking ages and ages to get out of the pool, but no-one fishes him out, everyone just waits, more or less in silence, and I'm the only one urging him to get out of the pool. Finally he does, and we watch the race.
After the race, everyone starts to leave and in the crush of it, we get pushed over to the side and an official approaches us (who looks like Ed Woods (I think)) and says to DJ and me, "I want you out now" and I say "but we've just arrived from New Zealand and I don't know why he jumped in, but we're really sorry if it upset you" and he yells at me "I DON'T CARE! YOU CAN'T BEHAVE LIKE THAT AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT" and I start sobbing and begging him to reconsider because otherwise we've come all this way for nothing.
DJ just stands off to the side watching me crying.
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