Go on, psychoanalyse me.
Apr. 15th, 2007 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikI had the oddest dream this morning, as tends to happen when somebody wakes me up and then lets me go back to sleep and then wakes me up again (thanks, dad).
It was a Year twelve school camp, and we were on this huge balcony by the harbour. I was running around trying to plant this tree in a ridiculously small square of fertilizer, and there was this chocolate mud cake that I had to keep reminding people wasn't for planting trees in, because it looked the same. At some point I went over to talk to Zoe - I don't remember what that conversation was about, probably trees. Then Poppy asked me what colour vanilla was (she was eating ice cream).
That kind of melded into a Legal Studies excursion by this river... there was a huge grey wolf running and Ms Morisson said they were filming a documentary. Then I had to edge down this really steep hillside and cross some stepping stones to a very small island. Only the stepping stones were square, like the ones at Darling Harbour, and a few centimetres underwater. A bunch of us were crowded on the island (it really was very very tiny), Henrietta and Alice and for some reason Mic, who definitely doesn't go to my school and who I haven't seen in yonks. Suddenly the island was really high up on metal stilts and you had to enter your name and gender to be let off it. Mic objected on principle until I figured out a way to bypass it, which I think mostly consisted of going "screw you, heteronormative paradigm" and jumping right off the damn island. Then he was like "Woohoo!" and jumped off and disappeared.
Then we went back to my Modern History classroom, although Ms Morrisson was still in charge and I'm pretty sure my modern history class does not include Zerlin in a bright red bikini. Also there were these random little stairs by the window, and beneath them a bunch of randoms were cosplaying as Mr Harrisson. Ms M eventually had to go down and have a word with them because they were being distracting.
After that, another excursion, we were going down this street and Ms M was explaining in a docu-drama voice that girls in this country had very restricted employment prospects and many were reduced to wearing rollerblades and selling bread. Sure enough, the next bakery we passed had a girl in rollerblades on the counter. There were several bakeries side by side, and we decided to buy some bread, only I got distracted by interesting cheeses. By the time I wandered back we were rushing off without the bread, and I was like "But what about the toffee?" while pointing to a plastic box full of honeycomb.
And... that was basically all I can remember. o.o
It was a Year twelve school camp, and we were on this huge balcony by the harbour. I was running around trying to plant this tree in a ridiculously small square of fertilizer, and there was this chocolate mud cake that I had to keep reminding people wasn't for planting trees in, because it looked the same. At some point I went over to talk to Zoe - I don't remember what that conversation was about, probably trees. Then Poppy asked me what colour vanilla was (she was eating ice cream).
That kind of melded into a Legal Studies excursion by this river... there was a huge grey wolf running and Ms Morisson said they were filming a documentary. Then I had to edge down this really steep hillside and cross some stepping stones to a very small island. Only the stepping stones were square, like the ones at Darling Harbour, and a few centimetres underwater. A bunch of us were crowded on the island (it really was very very tiny), Henrietta and Alice and for some reason Mic, who definitely doesn't go to my school and who I haven't seen in yonks. Suddenly the island was really high up on metal stilts and you had to enter your name and gender to be let off it. Mic objected on principle until I figured out a way to bypass it, which I think mostly consisted of going "screw you, heteronormative paradigm" and jumping right off the damn island. Then he was like "Woohoo!" and jumped off and disappeared.
Then we went back to my Modern History classroom, although Ms Morrisson was still in charge and I'm pretty sure my modern history class does not include Zerlin in a bright red bikini. Also there were these random little stairs by the window, and beneath them a bunch of randoms were cosplaying as Mr Harrisson. Ms M eventually had to go down and have a word with them because they were being distracting.
After that, another excursion, we were going down this street and Ms M was explaining in a docu-drama voice that girls in this country had very restricted employment prospects and many were reduced to wearing rollerblades and selling bread. Sure enough, the next bakery we passed had a girl in rollerblades on the counter. There were several bakeries side by side, and we decided to buy some bread, only I got distracted by interesting cheeses. By the time I wandered back we were rushing off without the bread, and I was like "But what about the toffee?" while pointing to a plastic box full of honeycomb.
And... that was basically all I can remember. o.o
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Date: 2007-04-16 01:03 am (UTC)What more could I expect from you?
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:53 am (UTC)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:58 am (UTC)