19/1/06

Two, which I'm writing in retrospect, and they weren't very vivid either:

One there was a journey happening in a vehicle on a sine-curve-windy road that came from inland to a coast, with ocean on the left side and what approximated a mountain on the right. I was with the vehicle to start, then dissociated from it and got a birds eye view of this scenery, then came closer to meet it as the road met the ocean.

The other, Nathanael and I were traveling far from home (Germany, perhaps). We arrived and found ourselves in what in retrospect was like a hall at Newlands, with lockers to the left and right, and there was the implication that we would just go our separate ways and meet up later. I walked to the right and found my friend Sharon. Either Nathanael was still with me or he found me again, and after exchanging greetings (and perhaps marveling at the amazing coincidence of meeting) Sharon and I were standing there not knowing what to say; sort of like when Eleanor showed up at the 2nd concert after not seeing or talking to Logan or Ian for five years.

20/1/06

This morning I had a very long dream which I remember in parts:

It was sort of an alternate ending to my adventures to Nelson last week. I had gone down to Christchurch, or that, vicinity, by bus; it probably wasn't Christchurch because I had the sense that it was about in the horizontal middle of the island. On part of the bus trip there were lots of typical green trees on the left side, and what were probably intermitting paddocks and buildings on the other.

I remember clearly being in a house which seemed where I was to be completely bare and varnished wood: wooden floors, walls and ceiling. I was sitting (idling away the time?) in a pretty much empty room; in front I could see many anonymous people in congregation around a dining room table, with a kitchen assumably to the left. The phone rang, and my aunty Maria answered it. It was a wall-mounted cordless phone like the one they have in Nelson. The call was for me. She gave me the phone and I put it to my right ear. At first I struggled to hear the voice, but after struggling, a phone appeared next to my left ear as well. This is, of course, completely normal.

It was my peer support dean, Mr Fransen, reminding me that I had to be at school for training the next day. In Wellington. I was quite settled in Nelson/Christchurch/wherever and had completely forgotten when I had to be back in Wellington. I think today was the 22nd of some month, meaning that training was on the 23rd. He asked me if I still wanted to do it - I said yes of course - and he said after that that, ok, well they actually need to get rid of five people so he's ringing around to see if anyone's willing to lose the job.

When I came to hang the phone back up, on the right wall brought forward a bit between the room I was in and the dining room, there were about four or five phone terminals, and I was having a deal of trouble hanging it into any one of them. My aunty came over and helped me out and that was that.

The other episode I distinctly remember was one with taxis: I was obviously worried about getting back to Wellington on time, having to be at Newlands the next day. I was in a taxi into the city, sitting in the back seat with Ms Hall (my third form maths teacher) in the front passenger seat. I, with my timing worries to catch a plane, asked when we would be arriving in Picton. This seemed to annoy her. Soon enough we stopped at an interchange which seemed to be a completely metallic silver structure, and she and the cab driver both got out.

Somehow then I found myself in the driver's seat, though the driver needed to get in again to drive me to Picton. I shuffled over into the left-most passenger seat (there was a seat in the middle as well) and the ride began. Now I was less worried about time and more about money, probably because I had had to reschedule transport after the original travel date, without a refund so I had to pay the cab and the airplane ticket with whatever I had in my pocket. I remember thinking that the taxi drive ought to cost me no more that thirty dollars. I checked and saw that I had about $100 - four twenties and two tens. When I checked again I had fewer bank notes, and the rest had turned into dodgy taxi vouchers. I remarked to the driver that I could pay him in those.

At a point in the journey, also, the driver advised me that I wasn't wearing my seatbelt; I told him sorry but it's because my eyes are so blurry. And they were; I opened my eyes and vision was just a gaussian blur.

21/1/06

Three:

One was some sort of drive/picnic thing on a hill with the Burnes.

One was something to do with Matsy and prohibition from his parents from doing something.

A third was clear. I was walking around Northland in the middle of the night and needed to go to the toilet. I saw that a light was on at the primary school so I walked up there. It was much in the state it was when I attended; that is, when the admin block hadn't yet been extended. I walked into a room (which was dark) where the office entrance would have been. The room had two or four computer workstations right in front of me, the toilet facilities being just to my right.

I looked out the door I had or had not come through, which was completely transparent, and out in the dark was a figure of a man. We made eye contact and both screamed girlishly. It was implied that he was the computer technician; a job which never traditionally existed at Northland school.

I remember that he and Mrs Boyer-Blakey explained to me that there was a problem with the sign-in system on the computers. They asked me what system we had [at the college I go to]. I said "Norton"; Mrs Boyer-Blakey said something like "well, Norton's a very powerful one"; "No wait, it's Novell". Novell happened to be the system they were using, so, because I had `experience' with it, they hired me to fix the problem. I remember thinking how odd it is to go out for a walk one night and end up getting hired at your old school.

22/1/06

Three again:

One, there was some sort of large event happening. Nonna and Aunty Maria wanted to take us (Ben and me?) there, so we went. The place where we were admitted was at a stair-case or comparable diagonal transportation device, and the ushers guarding it were French. Nonna started talking to them in French and Aunty Maria seemed quite annoyed about it.

One, there was some sort of school thing happening. It was at a place where there was a beach (at least I think it was a beach - as far as I remember no one took to swimming) with a wooden structure through a passage to the left (from which we had come) and a room sorta like a Parachute Music tent that seemed to be built inside a rock. As I walked down the beach I found a brown paper bag full of chips in a corner (yes, a corner on a beach). I remember they had a vivid taste, like real salty or something. I went into the rock room and it was packed with people. I happened to be standing next to Bobbie, and naturally welcomed him back from Hong Kong.

I figured I'd better find out whose bag of chips I was holding, so I went back to the wooden structure. There was a girl there standing paying no attention to me or the bag I was holding. I figured someone would find it here, so I rolled up the top of the bag and placed it behind the girl's feet by the wooden railing (I can't remember what the railing overlooked, but there was at least the sense that it was elevated). I then turned to walk back to my friends. The girl then said "thanks for returning my chips" I think a little sarcastically. "And I put all the spices on them too", she said as if the whole thing had been wrecked.

In the third, I went guitar shopping with Mum. At times things indicated that we were actually buying a car, but I guess it's a Schrödinger's cat thing: we never got to see what we were shopping for, so I assume it was an item that was both a guitar and a car at the same time. We were at a store that was made up somewhat like Whitcoulls Johnsonville. There were two men behind the counter serving us. One of them was going to lead us outside to see the car we were buying, but before he did he kept offering to give me these stickers until I accepted. I believe it was a sales trick: if we chose not to buy, we would feel guilty about accepting the stickers and not taking the car.