Last night was cool, it was a dream within a dream within a dream. It began with me sneaking out of the house, at around 2:00AM. I don’t remember much at this point, all I remember was turning my fan on, and making my bed look as if I was sleeping in it. I walked out the laundry door and the next thing I know, I’m walking up Jackson’s Road and I’m in Jef’s house. Everyone was already drunk when I arrived. I instantly began to drink, and smoke Marijuana, or ‘Choof’ from here on in. The room was exactly the same as my room, it just seemed ordered differently. I don’t remember much, all I know is I was fucked, and it was 5:30AM and time for me to go home. I laid on the bed for a little bit and I noticed there was a cupboard next to the bed, but it wouldn’t open, as the bed blocked it. I wondered what the point of the cupboard was. I got off of the bed and stood up, but almost fell over, back onto the bed. The floor was covered in blankets and mattresses, which made it hard to keep balance, especially after numerous drinks and a lot of Choof. When I regained my balance, it was time for my next challenge; to open the door. I couldn’t focus on it and I spent the better half of a minute looking for the door handle. I opened it and it lead straight to Jackson’s Road, even though it looked as if it was a bedroom.

I crossed Jackson’s Road, to walk along the other footpath and about 10 meters to my right was a man carrying a lot of drills, spanners and a ladder. I didn’t think much of him until he said “Get the fuck home, boy.” It was my Dad. I was scared now, and began to run home. After a few steps, I wasn’t even using my legs; I was flying now. About 30 centimeters off of the ground, I was flying really fast, faster than any of the cars on the road, so I’d have been flying at over 70 km/h. The grass, on all the peoples nature strips and the ditch across the main road was whipping me in the face, and became somewhat painful after a while, but I thought ‘At least my shoes aren’t dirty.’

The next thing I know, I’m in my bedroom with the light off, listening to my parents in the kitchen “We’ve got to teach him, he can’t go sneaking out every night” I heard my mum say, with my dad replying “Definitely. I’m getting sick of this. We should send him away.” I was scared now, and went to lay down in bed. Then, still within this dream, I woke up from my dream. I looked at the clock which said “11:34” (which is odd, considering two days later, Ryan woke me up at 11:34). I looked at the clock and though “Woah, what a realistic dream.” It wasn’t until the next day, I realized this was still a dream, as I didn’t go to bed until 4:00AM.

In this dream, I lived in the city, with my family. All my friends lived close by too. It was about 9:00PM and it was wet, it seemed we lived in the poor part of this city, as all the windows had armor; bars, shutters, planks of wood, to protect them. The neon lights were flashing, and some dead. Street lights were smashed and gangs roamed around. I stood at a small stand next to the main road, it sold apples, and nothing else. Across the road was a hotel, this is where I lived. I walked over to it and went inside, I asked dad if he can go buy me smokes. He said no, but said that he’d take me to the pub if I go inside and get them myself, I said OK and the next thing I know, we’re in the car, driving through the densely populated streets. We pulled up at some motorbike bar, all the men inside wore leather and had huge beards and were covered in tattoos. Amongst them all was my friend, Bishop. He smiled, and faded back into the crowd. I walked in with my dad’s car keys and waled up to the bar and asked for Peter Jackson Blue 30′s. She said “Despite the fact you have a car, I need some I.D. You don’t look over 30 years of age.”
“Damn, OK.” I replied, then walked out. I walked to my dad’s car and told him that I needed I.D. He didn’t say anything, but got out of the car and I handed him the keys. We walked in and he said “Can I get P.J. Gold 30′s.” The lady said “Is this for you, or him?”
“Does it matter? I’ve got I.D.” My dad said, and the lady handed him a carton of Peter Jackson Blue 30′s, even though he had asked for P.J. Golds. Then my dad said “Can I get a pouch too?” the lady reached behind her and gave him a massive pouch, it must’ve been near to 100 grams of White Ox. The pack was black, and in feint gray writing said ‘WHITE OX’. I was so happy.

The next part is very blurry. I must’ve spent the night with my friends after I got the smokes, because I faintly remember thinking “My smokes will be fine, they’re undercover.” I knew I had placed a pack of Marlboro Red 25′s on the table in the shed behind this hotel I lived in. I walked out the back, and in disastrous weather, a shed was torn down and on a wooden table, was a soaking wet packet of Marlboro Red 25′s. I picked them up to see if they were alright, but they were drenched in brown water, obviously stained from tobacco. I still picked them up, walked inside and planned on smoking them when they were dry.

After everyone had found out their first new class, it was time for the second, everything was more-or-less the same, but this time the principle gave the microphone to Sheldon and another guy, they were going to choose their classmates for Buisness Managment. The first thing Sheldon said was “Simon.” On the walk down to the front I passed ‘Garry’ and he winked at me again. I found Sheldon, was was walking to the back aswell. I asked him where he was going, but the principal answered my question, “Everyone form a single line.” So the entire school formed one line which took up the entire hall still. Sheldon was at the very back of the entire line, so I walked over there. It was weird, Ryan was sick; he’s never not at school.

The second dream took place around this area, though it looked nothing at all like it. I was at an odd family gathering at Jason’s house, my parents and I were invited to it, as well as Bishop (guy from school). My parents and I walked up to the door and Jason’s mum opened it, she didn’t say hello, just “Can you go down to the Milkbar and get some fish and chips? Thanks” then closed the door. My parents were shocked, but did as she said. We all walked back down to the car and began to drive to the milkbar, when we were almost there and the milkbar was in sight I said to dad “Turn around! We’ve got to take Jason.” So my dad turned around and we ended up back in Jason’s street. We waited there for about ten minutes when Jason, Bishop and a girl who I’ve never seen before (but I knew her name was Kira, somehow) came around the corned walking a pitbull on a leesh. My dad said to me “They better hurry up.” I could see he was getting really angry. They walked past the car and Jason saw me in the back seat, “Hey man” he said, “I’ll be a minute, just got to put the dog back.” Then walked up his steep, long driveway to put his dog back (the house in my dream didn’t represent his real house at all). After another 10 minutes, my dad was pretty angry and Jason, Bishop and Kira walked down the driveway, they had a pram. Jason said to me “Hey we’re just gonna drop the baby off” and began to walk. My dad decided we’ll just go to the Milkbar and not take them, but I saw them turn nto a house “They’re just going there!” I Said and my dad stopped the car instantly. They only took two or so minutes to give the baby back to the family but it felt much longer, I remember my dad saying “What is there to talk about? All they’re doing is dropping off a baby!”

When Jason, Bishop and Kira wandered back up from the baby’s house, they finally got into the car and my dad drove really fast, we ended up at Ryan’s old work, a fish and chip shop. My mum and dad got out, and I got out too. It was just now that I realised we had fit six people into a five seat car without a problem, and a spare seat. It was getting dark and I was just walking around the car park, I went to the car to tell Jason and Bishop to come out for a smoke (Kira had seemingly dissapeared), but they weren’t in the car now, they must’ve gone home I thought. I walked into the fish and chip shop, and it was massive. It was like a warehouse of fish and chips, I saw my mum at the counter (which was about 50m long) ordering. She was on the phone, to who I’d assume would be Jason’s mum;
“Yep, ok. Ummm 7 peices of fish and… Yep, alright, 20 dollars worth of chips” She said talking to Jason’s mum and the lady at the counter one after the other. I decided I’d just wait in here until they were ready. My mum walked out, Jason and Bishop walked in, they sat down and then Kira walked it, Jason and Kira began to make out, then Bishop, Jason and Kira left. I looked at the pile of ready chips, on our thing it said “martin IS THAT ALL!!!!” (sic), I looked at the back door of the fish and chip shop, and it connected to Jason’s house. I saw my mum and said “They’re ready, look what they wrote.”

My last dream was very real, and scared the shit out of me when I woke up. I was getting ready to go back out, down to Fountain Gate, when my mum opened my door and wore a very serious face. I asked her what was wrong and she replied with a question, “Did you hear what happened to Sam?” She asked.
“No, what?” I asked her. She began to tear up.
“He’s in the hospital, it was just on the news, he’s blind.”
“Blind?!” I asked, thinking it was some kind of joke.
“Yes, he has to get his head bandaged up, he’s in the hospital, he’d like you to see him.”
“How’d it happen?” At this point, it was hard to find words to talk, I was sitting there with my jaw wide open.
“He was with some friends, they ordered a thickshake with alot of peppers and yogurt. They were drinking it and wandered on to the train tracks, apparently Sam couldn’t see the train coming. It broke his toes.”
I had nothing to say, I was so shocked and turned to face the computer and wrote to Ryan, exact;
“Man,
did you hear what happened to Sam?
:c”

I woke up right after this and was still shocked, I closed my eyes and wondered what I’m going to say at the hospital. I got up to ask mum what time we were going to leave, when I noticed my computer off, my mum not home and my door closed, I figured it was a dream.

I was at school in V.E.T. Music, it was 12:00PM and I had remembered I was supposed to have started my community service (school requirement) at 10:00AM, though it had completely slipped my mind. I said to someone in my class (unsure of who) “Shit, I Have community service… see you later.” And got up and walked towards the teacher “John” I called out “I have to go to the toilet…ugh, sorry, community service” The latter part I mumbled, so he hadn’t heard me and just said “Ok” then continued to talk to the class, he said “Oh, by the way, anyone with community service, that had ‘forgotten’ about it, well, you can forget about it now, you were supposed to be there at 10:00AM sharp, 12:00PM is the cut-off time. I was about to turn around and sit back down, but I figured I’d go to community service anyway. I was at the front of the school, which looked similar to my primary school, Mary MacKillop.

The scene changed and I was now in the (for lack of better word) grotty looking front yard of the school. It was unkempt and the grass was overcome by small weeds. It was an overcast evening, it was about 5:00PM now and I was waiting for the deputy principle for my after school detention I knew I had received for choosing to go to community service late. On the (for lack of better word) grotty grass was an old, rusty desk. On top of it was what looked to be a piece of scrap metal and two chairs on this single sized desk. I looked to my right and saw another desk, in much of the same condition as the other, however instead of holding a scrappy looking piece of metal it had my old laptop closed on top of it. I was feeling a bit anxious at this sight, it looked as if it was going to rain and I really did not want my laptop outside – even if it wasn’t going to rain, I just felt uncomfortable with my laptop out in the open the way it was.

After a few minutes of waiting the deputy principle arrived, carrying his own laptop. At the desk with the scrap piece of metal he took a seat, and told me to grab my laptop and seat across from him. I did as I was told and noticed how he had attached his laptop to this piece of metal. On the other side, I did the same and our laptops were back-to-back. It was quite cool, in my opinion. All I can really remember him saying was “Now, Simon, you know what you have done wrong.” and basically said he doesn’t need to talk it over with me, as he ‘knows’ whatever he says is ignored.

The detention finished and Ryan and two girls, one of which was my girlfriend (in my dream, of course) came to my house and I left right away with them. The next thing I know; we’re walking down Ernst Wanke, all four of us. We were discussing drugs, alcohol and the likes, before spontaneously arriving at St. Francis Xavier, my current high school. However, it looked much different, somewhat similar to Berwick High, it was multi-leveled and covered in well trimmed, though almost dead shrubbery and leafless trees. It was beginning to get dark now, it must have been around 8:00PM. Ryan and one of the girls were seated at the bottom of the stairs, it was beginning to rain and from the top of the weed populated concrete stairs I saw Daniel (guy in homeroom) walking towards Ryan. “Daniel!” I yelled, “Want to smoke up with us?”
“What the fuck do you think?” He replied. Ryan and I laughed at this. I walked down the stairs and took a seat on the ground next to Ryan and the girls when one of the girls said they forgot to bring a bong, the other replied “I don’t feel like getting high anyway.”
“Yeah, same man.” Agreed Ryan.
“Whatever, I’m cool with it” I said, then got up, helped the girls up and we began to leave. I said bye to Ryan, shook his hand and all the formalities, before walking off with the girls and Daniel. Daniel leaned over and whispered in my ear “The left one’s not to bad, aye?”
“That’s my girl, fuck off.”
“Ok man, chill, don’t worry.” He said.
“Go home!” I told him, but he continued to walk with us. I walked up to the girl on the left/my girlfriend and she said she’s cold, so I hugged her and glared at Daniel, at this point he left, quite annoyed.

The next section is odd. It was nighttime by this point and I was still at St. Francis, I was with my family now. We were in the Thomas building at school, and everyone was in suits and formal wear. They were all drinking wine aswell. I knew my parents had invited everyone here, for some reason my school was now my parents’ house. I found mum and told her “Tell these people to leave, I need to have a shower” she replied with “Go to McDonough, there’s locks on the bathroom doors no one should come in on you. So I walked over to McDonough, and it looked exactly the same as the Thomas building, thought it was empty and painted flurecent white all over. I went into one of the door and the bathroom was a dank, mouldy place. I came out and tried the other bathroom on the other side of the building. It was much cleaner, and as I was the only person in here it felt a much larger area. I had a shower and walked out, but now everyone was in this building too, so I was in a towel while mum was introducing me to everyone.

The next dream I had, somehow related to my first, I was in the car with my parents; it was very dark and we were driving through some thick forest. I was in the middle back seat without a seath belt, and dad was drtiving, which left mum in the passanger’s seat. I was bouncing every time they hit a big bump, it was cool. We ended up a restaurant densly covered in trees and fallen leaves. It looked beatiful with its poor quality neon lighting and rusty frame. I don’t remember being in the restaurant, as the next scene we were walking out with our stomachs full, and my parents commenting on the restaurant’s service. We got back in the car, and they drove me down to a shopping centre to meet some friends (it’s about 2AM at this point). I got out of the car and saw a playground covered with warm, orange lighting, which gave the whole place a friendly atmosphere. I saw Bishop and he said hi, then I saw they had a bong, so I took a seat and smoked up. Someone, an old man I think, saw us and chased up. Everyone was running like crazy, it turned out he had a gun. That’s all I remember, I know my dream continued though.

The closer I got to the door, the more complex it seemed. It was a very detailed door, and I was so focused on the details, I was unaware of anything and everything around me. When I was a few feet from the door, it burst off and in the midst of a bright purple aura a mummy (Egyptian things) burst out screaming, he was suspended in the air and his arms and legs spread out as much has possible. The door fell to the ground while he continually screamed. I, surprisingly, wasn’t shocked or scared by this, and walked through him and the luminescent haze. What I found through the door was odd. It was an old, old attic. My mum was seated on a rocking chair, knitting. She seemed utterly depressed, to say the least, and her face showed it; pale and wrinkled. I said hi, but received no answer, and at the back of room, in the corner, next to a window covered in tin sheet and moldy walls was a machine. It looked like a bench press except it had a long metal chain on it; it looked somewhat like a medieval execution rig, and looked that old too, as everything in this room did. I sat on it, and clipped the flimsy metal chain to its counterpart and the machine began to swing around, though it was too close to the wall and my head kept hitting the wall, and as the intensity of the machine increased the pain in my head did, until small scrape of blood were visible each time the machine span around. “Mum!” I yelled “Turn it off; I need to move it from the wall!” I said, though I noticed the machine wasn’t going all that fast and put my feet on the ground to stop it. My mum, however, still put her knitting and magazine down, and drudgingly, and tediously, unclipped the metal chain, and toiled back over to her rocking chair to resume knitting and reading her magazine.

Despite the fact I knew this machine was dangerous, and unstable, I wanted to try it out without my head battering the wall behind it, so I moved it a little bit away from the wall – there wasn’t much room to move, there was about a meter and a half of space between the bed and a moldy, damp bed built with a wooden frame half eaten by what I’d assume would be termites. Anyway, I was positioning the device in the middle of the room, spinning it around making sure I had enough room for my head not to hit the wall, the bed or the tin sheet covering the window. After it was placed correctly, I sat in it and clipped the clip, it began to spin. It span faster, and faster until it was too much and I passed out, and the dream changed.

I was still in this attic; I’m not sure if I woke up, or the scene had just changed, but the door I had originally entered – the one with which the mummy had jumped from screaming, now lead to a house, not back to my Primary School, however, I thought nothing of this. Outside the door, I saw a staircase; continuing in the old-Victorian horror look, of course, and my sister gazing up the stair case. I walked out and asked her what she was looking at, she replied “There’s dogs up there” in a scared, shaken tone. I think I told her I’d go up there, with which she begged me not to. Mum came around the corner, no longer looking distressed and depressed and said “You know not to go up there, don’t joke around.” I promised her I wouldn’t, but I’ve never seen this before (remember, I had came back in time originally, so this is all new to me, despite the fact they assume it’d common sense). I climbed the stair case, with my sister pulling on my left arm, to try and keep me down and up the top of the staircase was a wasteland, with thousands of mummies walking around. Piles of laminating red nuclear waste glowed and the sky was stained a dirty red color, however, the mummies had their purple aura surrounding them still, it was the most horrific thing I’d seen.

Ok, so last nights dream. I was at Fountain Gate, I was with Luke, Ryan and Jason was there too. We were in front of Kmart and Jason and Ryan were standing beside me. We were watching Luke talk to a mother and her two children. Jason said “Ok, go over there now.” I walked over and took a seat next to Luke. The seat was next to a wall and I had to push Luke aside to fit. The mum looked fairly young, and her daughter, who had a grade six jumper from my original primary school, Berwick Lodge, was sitting across from me and staring at me. Next to her, across from Luke was her mother and next to her in a pram was a two year old daughter. Luke’s conversation with the mum, although I can’t remember it, wasn’t nice and the mum was obviously sick of talking to Luke. She got up and began to walk away, they took an emergancy exit; it was a long, concrete hallway, and at the end a door to the carpark. As they were walking, for whatever reason I shouted out something like “You fucking whore” to the mum. An alarm rang and next to me, above my head a red light was flashing rapidly. I looked at the Kmart entrance and the mum was there with two female security guards and a policeman. I deicded it’d be best if I walked away.

As I was walking away, about two hundred meters through Fountain Gate, I heard one of the security guards shout out “Simon! Simon! Come here please, I need to talk to you.” I didn’t turn around, but continued to walk, picking up my pace and my strides audibly incresed. As I turned a corner, I had a glipse of what was behind me, and I saw the mother jogging, with her pram in front and her older daughter running to keep up. When I turned the corner I began to run at full speed. There was another emergancy exit, similar, if not, identical to the one the mum had used to leave. I ran down the concrete corridor as fast as my legs would allow; though, my lungs wouldn’t keep up, and I was dying to stop and catch my breath. At the end of the corridor, two massive plastic doors towered above, they must’ve been close to twenty meters in the air. I highly doubted I’d have the strength to open them, or they’d refuse to open, knowing my luck. As they got closer, I hoped more than ever that they would open. I reached them, took a few breaths and rested on my knees, and then pushed it open. I was so happy when they opened. I looked behind me, before I continued running and the mum was awfully close to me; must’ve been no more than ten meters behind. I turned left, and began to ran through the car park.

The carpark was normal, nothing out of the ordinary, besides the fact there was no cars and plenty of people in the actual shopping center. I reached the middle of the car park and noticed something quite odd, there was a very small, steeply bordered lake. I carefully navigated my way down, must’ve been about five meters to the foot or so of shoreline before dropping steeply into a deep lake. I stood on the shore line and saw that the lake had many, many steep hills petruding the water’s perfect, glistening surface. One, about a foot or two from where I was standing was easily accesible and I sat down and reached my foot out, over the water to makie sure it would be able to support my weight. When my foot touched it, the tiny mountain began to flash red; none of the other ones did, just that one. I thought it was weird, so I did it again. I noticed it was a reflection of a ‘castbar’ that I could see in front of me. It was like World of Warcraft, every time I put my foot on the mountain a five second progress/cast bar began and reflected onto the mountain, causing it to turn red. I thought it was weird, but it gave me an idea.

Assuming the real world had adopted aspects from the game ‘World of Warcraft’, I’d most likley have a bird I could sit on and it’d fly me anywhere, I thought to myself. So I summoned a big white bird, and sat on it. It flew really high and fast. I had a mouse in my right hand to help me direct it. Every time I clicked on the mouse buttons simultaneously the bird would pick up it’s speed quite significantly. I really only flew around the Fountain Gate car park and the main road right nect to it. The small lake thing was there the whole time, which is odd for a dream, I’d think. The bird crossed the main road, and then turned around. I noticed a truck coming, and even though I was over 50 meters in the air, I wasn’t sure I’d be high enough for the truck. The truck, however, went right beneath me and in the upper right corner of my vision I saw “TRUCK: Dismount in 9.9 seconds.” It was kind of like WoW, but different. Everytime a new surface went beneath me, perhaps I had to dismount. I’m not sure though. I kept flying around, holing my mouse to my leg in my right hand. I flew over the post office and saw “BUILDING: Dismount in 9.9 seconds” so I quickly turned away from the building. I flew a couple of seconds forward and reached the underground car park, I was high but not too high to miss clearing. I flew into the car park and saw my bird instantly disappeared, and I fell 20 or so meters to the ground; it was scary. But then my dream ended, and my next one began.

This dream is somewhat shorter. I was seated on the last carriage of a train, Sheldon and I were talking when the train came to a sudden stop, and the door at the end of the carrige (right next to us) opened up. Inside, I saw my old friend Sam and one of his scene friends. They were talking like scene kids do, i.e. “Ye nigz”, “Fo shizzle” some pseudo-nigger crap they try to pull off, or whatever. I had a bike with me, for whatever reason and the carriage doors opened. The driver, over the speaker told us we were going to be here for ages. I knew it was around the Hawthorn area, not exactly sure which part though. I got on my bike and tried to ride out of the carriage, but my backwheel got stuck in the gap between the platform and the train and I fell off and hurt my leg. I got back on the train and tried again, this time I got it. I kept trying this, but each time after I kept getting my back wheel stuck in the gap. So anyway, I ended up riding around on the platform, not doing anything particulary special. Then I decided to try clear the gap one more time, and of course, my back wheel got stuck, I hurt my leg and deicded I’d never try again. Then Jason rode out ofthe carriage and cleared the gap no worries. I said “Haha, nice one man.”
“Thanks man” He replied.
I rode back onto the train, miracuasly without getting my back wheel stuck in the gap, and the doors closed. I was still sitting on my bike and the velocity of the train pushed me down to the other side of the carriage, while I was seated on my bike. I took a seat at this end and I was next to an arab couple. They were speaking in Arabic, but I was able to understand them completley. “Look at this guy” the lady said, with which the man replied “He stinks liek smoke, and he’s going no where in life.” The laughed at this, and they continued insulting me, one after the other. I kept my focus to the end of the carriage while they insulted me, I just smiled; somehow I beleived I was going far in life. From the end of the carriage Jason came into view, as he walked down I noticed he had a large goatee; it suited him. “Hey man” I said, before waking up.

Thanks a lot for reading,
- N

in the shop we ran down to the butcher’s section. We told one of the butcher ladies, who kindly asked what was wrong, the entire story. They fell silent, and their face grew serious. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” One snapped. The other one turned and began to sweep the floor in a miserable posture. She sighed “All these people disappearing…”
“What do you mean disappearing?!” I asked urgently. She ignored me and walked away, as if she was half dead.

Me and Ryan left the small store, scared. We had no idea what those ladies were talking about. We began to walk back through the forest, to my house. There was a gravel path leading right through the forest now. We walked along it and massive, thick vines hung down from the trees above the path, but the trees ran parallel with the path, as they did the soccer pitch. In the forest, some guys were following us. They had a slab in one hand, each. They began to yell shit at us, and threatened to kill us. We ran, and they ran after us. We ran so damn fast, we knew these guys were gonna kill us if they got near us, they were with the retarded people.

The scene changed and me and Ryan were al lclean, in my room. We were getting ready for bed, when I told Ryan “I want my matress”, he was on my bed for soem reason, and I was on the floor on another matress. it took us ages to change the matresses around, and when we did the entire room was covered in blankets, and rubbish. We fell straight asleep.