neelia

neelia
2002-06-18 09:28:53 (UTC)

dream

i am part of a group of people my age
i dont know them but everyone knows everyone else.
at first i am alone in a gallery.
i think it comes from a news item i watched about the tate
britain on tv last night.
i come into a room and the artist is there with another
man. they are sitting at a table, eating and drinking
coffee. i don't like coffee so i take out tea-bags and make
a pot of tea (?? boiling water magically appears). i offer
the artist a cup. suddenly the room fills with people, they
start swarming around our table, looking for coffee cups.
i leave.

"we" are now in a house. it seems like digs crossed with a
dormitory. i think we are all there because we are
enrolling to do chemistry or pharmacy in college. i go into
a room and kick a guy called david out; he's talking to
someone on his mobile. i have to change my clothes.
when i do, everybody has to leave. they are dragging their
suitcases after them. among them is maria, a girl from my
primary school. we are walking up un-moving escalators.
karen, another girl from my primary school appears. i try
to remind her of the time she tried to roller blade up the
escalators on a school tour to france (this didn't happen).
she says nothing.

"we" are in a car-park. everybody is separating. my father
is there to pick me up. i think every body is going back
into "town". i half want to go back on the bus with
everybody else. i have formed a friendship with another guy
called david. he isn't all that nice. then, his twin, who
looks nothing like him, appears. his name is david, too. he
has black hair, he's small and is very very shy. we hug the
minute we smile at each other. my father is in a rush, he
is hovering in the background, so i ask the twin i like for
his email address or phone number. he tries to give me a
really strange, complicated address. i cannot remember it
and i cannot figure out how to work my electronic organiser
(dont know where this came from, i dont have one...)
i have to get in the car and i am afraid i will never see
him again. we hug again and again and again, he kisses my
cheek.

i woke up all tangled up and sweaty. for some reason i
think he is louise, if louise was a guy.
"the only bright button in a box of needles"




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