Monday, 21 February 2011

Dream (Thursday, 8th April 2010)

Part One
I was in the pool at Tangalooma and these Japanese ladies kept coming past and asking where their dog was I can't remember his name), and we kept saying, 'He's on the jetty with [someone] and [someone].' Then John S (junior) threw some cheesy Doritos at me (in the pool) and Mum tried to give him a bowl of crisps but she dunked them in the water before she did. Then Kirra could talk in a really deep man's voice, and people kept dropping her in the pool so I had to lift her up my feet and take her out. Then I went to a hut next to the pool where a guy with a kind of weird-looking moustache-beard thing was typing on a typewriter. Then a muscly bald guy came in with a bulldog and started shouting at him, and the bulldog was trying to attack him, so he hid behind some bunkbeds/scaffolding/desks while I distracted the other guy and let him out.

Part Two
I was with two people (who changed throughout the dream), and we were tied together with some kind of string that seemed to be a cross between fishing wire and rolled-up clingfilm. We were either running away from or running to something (I think it was a bit of both). We got around in the air by going along not-really-there ziplines positioned above roads and it seemed like we just went where the wind took us. It turned out we were running away from Team Rocket, but they (Jessie, at least) were a lot less silly and a lot more nasty than usual. We got to an inn somewhere and I was in a room with one of my travelling companions while Jessie was right outside the door, wearing a giant dark red Victorian dress. I closed a little window on the door so she couldn't see us and put my hands over it, but I couldn't tell if she was looking through it or not; I could just hear her breathing. Then we went to a roon with lots of perople and we had to send a messafe, so we got a shell and filled it up with all the right kinds of rocks, drew a face on it (we had to stick on a paper nose, which I coloured in quite badly at first, but then it turned out okay), put in the message which consisted of small pieces of paper with arrows on them, then sent it and ran away.

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