Monday, May 23, 2005
narcolepsy should be on the psychology study design
I had a really weird dream last night. Sit tight kiddies, i shall tell you ALL about it!I can't really remember the first part of the dream but I was with Polly and an old friend whos name i can't remember. Anyway, we finished whater it was we were doing in Church St. and i was walking to the bus stop, but my surroundings were all fictional - as in, it wasn't Brighton, but i knew the environment i was in like the back of my hand, so anyway, i am in this fictional suburb walking to the bus stop. Randomly outside the bus stop was a large cubby house placed on the road, but it was blocking my way to the bus so i had to walk through it. It was all colourful and pretty inside and I could hear childrens voices. I wanted to know where they were coming from but i couldn't see. I assumed that they were having a birthday party or something and that this large cubby house was some venue for childrens parties. So i got to the end of the cubby and i ended up in this music shop. They sold all sorts of instruments. I had 40 minutes to spare before the next bus so i looked around and I saw there were two trombones for sale. One was a Conn, but i don't like Conns - so i was looking at the other one. It looked like a normal tenor trombone with a trigger but at closer inspection it did not have extra tubing up the top, it was actually flash neon lights. The shop keeper asked if i need a hand. He looked weird - if anyone went to the psychology lectures at monash last week, he looked like a cross between the second lecturer and the guy that works in the toy shop in hampton st. Anyway, he gave my a demonstration of the lights. they were really really pretty.
I asked how much the trombone was an he said $15,000 (but the price tag only said $1,500 - dreams are weird) and i didn't have enough money with me. Apparently i was 5 cents short because i needed to save money for the bus. (i dread to think how much the bus trip cost!) Anyway, i decided to sit down and do my homework in this shop.
Then this little girl/boy came into the shop with their father wanting to buy a trombone. The child was like 5 years old, in real life there is no possible way they could physically hold and play a trombone, but hey - it was a dream.
Anyway, the shopkeeper then asked me if i could demonstrate the trombone for them as no one else knew how to play. so i packed up my books and picked the trombone up and tried to make a note. But then the trombone suddenly turned into a long pipe (like an empty toilet paper role. but long) and i couldn't play it, i tried super hard to make a sound but i couldn't. I was trying so hard i could have shat myself in my bed. (but i didn't because during REM sleep - when we dream - we are fully paralysed and do not move.)
Eventually i got a note out but it sounded horrible. Then i heard the bus come so i had to rush out of the store (the cubby had miraculously diassapeared from the centre of the road now) to jump on the bus. but the driver didn't see me running out, and he kept driving so i was banging on the side of the bus - he eventually stopped and i got on. then my dream ended.
here is a picture I drew of the trombone (i drew it with the free pen i got in the mail today. i don't actually know why i got a free pen in the mail. i just got this package with a pen and a little card saying here is your free pen. weird eh!)
I can never remember my dreams, so this is quite a special thing for me. the last dream i can remember was Halle Berry was swimming in my pool. I think John Malcovich was there too. weird.
- Em xoxo