weird, weird, weird dreams.

[Listening To: c’mere // Interpol]

I completely forgot to update about Melbourne!!

on the 28th and 29th of Feb, myself, Booms, Jase and Anya all went to melbourne to see Incubus play at the Palais theatre. It was incredibly awesome beyond any imagining. It rained a lot and I spent many moneys at Spencer street DFO.
Pictures can be located on teh myspace.

hmm. Ohh, my dream. Last night, I had a dream, It started out with me playing WoW with a bunch of my friends. I can’t remember if any of them were real people though. Anyway, that kinda turned in to me building little villages. There were three of them. And then the villages were real, and I was in them, and there were people doing villagey things.. and then these other people came.. (it’s all very vague, you see.) and ruined the villages one by one, chopping down the little village houses and killing all the people and whatnot. Just as it got to the bit where they’re about to kill me, the dream twists again, and we’re on a stage, acting in a play. the curtain goes down and it’s interval. It’s going to be a really long interval, too. Then I’m in the green room talking to people, and meagly is there, and we’re talking about how cool it is that we have a house to ourselves, but how it’s kinda not so awesome because my cousin is coming to stay with us for a while. Then my cousin arrives.. (she’s not my real cousin. I have no cousins like this. But dream-cousin is a girl, about my age, with dark hair, kinda loud and annoying. Pretty much exactly like the loud annoying girl in my History class.).. and she’s talking loudly. She and Meagly and I decide that there’s still enough time left in the interval to go get slushies. So we leave and walk across the road, and there’s a seven eleven there, looking exactly like the one in st. Kilda that we went to after Incubus. I went to get an orange slushie, but there was no little lever thing for the orange one. So I decide grape will do, but the grape flavoured one won’t come out when I pull the lever. I look back at the orange one, and a lever has appeared. So i get that and I also buy a cherry ripe, which happens to be one of my favourite chocolates ever. I turn around, and all of a sudden I’m locked in a rather roomy prison cell, all dark damp concrete with iron bars, like the ones in the prison at the start of Silence of the Lambs. For some reason I’ve still got my orange slushie, but not my cherry ripe. Back at the theatre people are starting to wonder where I am, because the interval for the play is almost over. And then I wake up.

weird, huh?