Well, there I was thinking I would get back into the writing habit, with three entries in three days, and now what is it a week later with nothing more, hmm.
Have been having some weird dreams the last few days - in one, John Howard was at a conference in Indonesia somewhere and was the target of a suicide bomber. Not sure what happened apart from that the riot police came out from everywhere firing tear gas all over the place. Then my workplace turned into the anti terrorism unit from 24, and one of the workmates also turned out to be a bomber of some sort.
A couple of days before that, I had a dream that a dog was following me around, until I went into a fish and chips shop and shooed the dog out - for some reason there was a mixed up map of Denmark and central Africa on the shop wall, instead of the usual species of fish posters. I stepped out to give the dog a chip, but it had got in with a pack of other dogs and was running all over the place.
And then a day or two before that, was just thinking of the 'geography' of my dreams - how in deep sleep the lay of the land as it were seems as real as err real life. How there is a park next to the house in Wellington there, when in fact there was no such thing - how I have dreamed about walking around hills all the time, that remind me so much of the Rimutakas - or the leafy tree shaded school that reminds me of the bus stop in suburban Brisbane that was nowhere near any school.
Or the shopping centre or school where some of my most persistent nightmares as a child occurred - or the grass verge next to the sea, with pohutukawas (New Zealand Christmas trees) in their reddest of blooms. The city square that for some reason reminds me of Warsaw - or the valley with Soviet style statues, an industrial park and a road running along the hill. I'm sure I'm not making any sense, but I am sure it is not only me who has the old familiar dreamscape in my subconscious - sometimes it can feel more real than anything happening while awake.
Yes, I am going to go all Matrix and woah on everyone, deal with it LOL...
Paul
Have been having some weird dreams the last few days - in one, John Howard was at a conference in Indonesia somewhere and was the target of a suicide bomber. Not sure what happened apart from that the riot police came out from everywhere firing tear gas all over the place. Then my workplace turned into the anti terrorism unit from 24, and one of the workmates also turned out to be a bomber of some sort.
A couple of days before that, I had a dream that a dog was following me around, until I went into a fish and chips shop and shooed the dog out - for some reason there was a mixed up map of Denmark and central Africa on the shop wall, instead of the usual species of fish posters. I stepped out to give the dog a chip, but it had got in with a pack of other dogs and was running all over the place.
And then a day or two before that, was just thinking of the 'geography' of my dreams - how in deep sleep the lay of the land as it were seems as real as err real life. How there is a park next to the house in Wellington there, when in fact there was no such thing - how I have dreamed about walking around hills all the time, that remind me so much of the Rimutakas - or the leafy tree shaded school that reminds me of the bus stop in suburban Brisbane that was nowhere near any school.
Or the shopping centre or school where some of my most persistent nightmares as a child occurred - or the grass verge next to the sea, with pohutukawas (New Zealand Christmas trees) in their reddest of blooms. The city square that for some reason reminds me of Warsaw - or the valley with Soviet style statues, an industrial park and a road running along the hill. I'm sure I'm not making any sense, but I am sure it is not only me who has the old familiar dreamscape in my subconscious - sometimes it can feel more real than anything happening while awake.
Yes, I am going to go all Matrix and woah on everyone, deal with it LOL...
Paul
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