It was my friends birthday and I was going to his party. I was driving a tiny red plane on the road with my dad, meeting one of his work colleagues in a car park. When we met though we decided not to go to the party, and instead I went to this huge old estate house. My grandma showed me around, leading me up through the different floors. However, there were no stairs: all of the floors were sloped, like a corridor gradually spiralling upwards. I was looking at all the paintings on the walls along the way, as my grandma explained them all to me.
We went back down to the main living room where more of my family were. I started throwing dice to people which started a game of catch amid the conversations. When this got too difficult, my friend suggested some of us move the game to her bedroom. I followed her one sloping corridors though several doors to her room. All of the walls were covered in bright green AstroTurf, but some of it was really soft like green fluffy blankets. I loved her room.
I love how dreams can draw from such different times in your life and place them all together.
It was one hell of a party. Setting: the back garden of my childhood house. Theme: circus, acrobatics, activities. Invitees: a random assortment of people I have ever known.
I was going around swinging on ropes, climbing up walls, doings pull-ups from hoops.
I started talking to an old friend but was cut off when new guests arrived and my mother was very surprised that they’d arrived so late. I told her it was ok, I knew them, but by this point my old friend had left and I was disappointed I didn’t get to talk to him more.
I stood watching the party from a distance for a while, wondering why I didn’t feel happier. This seemed like the party I’d always wanted, but I didn’t quite feel part of it.
As the party died down much later I was left with a few people, one being a little girl whom I had taught dance to years before. I was climbing on the side of our tree house, swinging out, doing tricks. I went up the steps to the treehouse and saw a sign that we’d hired for the party that had been put by the door. There were diggers and men in the garden already packing everything up, so I flipped the sign over and left it there, so they wouldn’t see it and take it away. I looked inside the treehouse door and the inside seemed so small I wondered how I’d ever been little enough to fit in there.
I went back to doing tricks, this time trying to use aerial silks. A dance choreographer appeared and tried to show me how to do the foothold properly. The little girl was watching all the time in amazement. There were a few others girls in the garden dancing and doing cartwheels.
Hours later when everything was over, a girl appeared from the drive around the side of the house. She looked quite panicked, asking where her sister was. I realised it was Nicki, who the little dancing girl had told me about. I then panicked as I hadn’t seen the little girl since everyone left. We then spotted her little head pop up from the long grass underneath the treehouse. All ends well.
I guess this dream could symbolise a journey to happiness, and the way all the ups and downs in life just help to create the person we are now… Or something.
Or maybe I just had spiral staircases on my mind… Hmm probably.
I was heading back to my room up a long spiral staircase. It was cold dark metal, the clang of each footstep echoing around the circular walls. I entered the bottom of the stairwell behind someone who I recognised as a movie star. I followed in silence for a while, then finally asked him how to pronounce his name. “Ja-cyen” apparently. Suddenly he dropped his room key from his hand and I watched panicked as it tumbled down and down through the centre of the stairwell. He sprinted down after it, and luckily it eventually came to a rest on the railing. After catching me up I hid his key and mine in my hands, and made him guess which hand his was in. He got it wrong.
We ended up going to the park where we found two swings to sit on. We were joined after a while by some of my middle school acquaintances, and I felt a sudden pang of sadness that I had left them and was not close to these wonderful people anymore. We sat and chatted for a while, then parted on happy, reconnected terms.
My mind was all over the place last night. The common themes? Amputations, slightly uncomfortable situations with people, and cleanliness. I hath no idea what this means…
It was a family get-together. We were in the garden, and I was trying to stay under the umbrella in the shade, but everyone wanted me to go join the rest of them. We sat in a circle, and I carefully placed myself so as not to end up next to people I couldn’t stand talking to – I did not feel like talking at all really.
My father was showing me the swimming pool and how the tiles around the edge had been cleaned to different degrees – some were so covered in algae they were a dark speckled green, others were gleaming white. I straddle-jumped in, and was joined by practically every other kid in my extended family, terrified someone was going to drown.
Most of the family went out, and I was left with 3 cousins around my own age whom I had not met before, and who appeared quite rough and tough. We headed out ourselves to a motorcycle shop. I was drawn to a collection of dartboards at one end of the shop, and started arguing with one cousin that the regular boards were way better than the ‘pan boards’ (which although had pan handles for easy moving around, were a lot heavier). I then found some old Barbie toys, including a dirty Barbie aeroplane and joked that we should buy that instead of a motorcycle.
I went to work. I had injured myself, inhaling something which was stuck in my throat and pressing against my neck, which was a great inconvenience to the manager. I was put to work packing punnets of strawberries and broccoli, but I kept putting broccoli florets in the container that were way too big. One workmate asked to swap shifts with me, another took me out for a walk to get some more supplies. Table 16 was proving difficult. I asked the staff about my neck and was told I needed an mri scan which was scheduled for Wednesday. It felt weird that one of my workmates might be operating on me. I then had to tell another workmate that we had to amputate his leg mid-thigh, as the previous below-the-knee amputation was infected. He wasn’t very happy about that.
I was back at my hostel, were I was greeted by two students with whom I hadn’t talked for ages. I went up to their rooms and the girl proudly showed me how she’d cleaned the bathroom, even ironing the shower curtain. Someone opened a cupboard door down their hall, and found a person lying on something between a coffin and a stretcher. He had no legs but seemed fine about the situation.