The show must go on..

WE are sitting in a balcony of a theater.
We, being everyone who is anyone random from my past, and me, lonely me.
I am shuffling passed the front row, who sit and watch nothing.
They stare out over a ledge of nothingness, which drops at their feet.
A wooden handrail at hip height the only thing between them and this dark, nothing space.
Am I inside? no. there are no walls.
Am I in the sky? maybe but then why is it lighter beneath us?
And why can't I see what they see?
I keep making my way, shuffling past their knees. Needing to push my weight against the barrier the wood creaks, questioning me.

I catch myself on someone. Slowly she tips-  pausing at the tipping point.
I hook my finger under her collar, just holding her weight. If I move I'm gone. If i don't move- she is gone.

...

She slides forward but doesn't move farther away.
why am I only watching her??!
I reach out and brush passed her ankle, and then she is falling. Really falling. Speeding. I fear there isn't actually a bottom.

I realize I have continued the dream, creating a skydiving rescue team, who jump after fallen viewers to strap a parachute to them.
When really, I am just thinking about how I could have saved this person. Awake. Tensed. Sweating. Lying in bed with my eyes closed.

Nervously I open my eyes and I am not tired anymore.

At what point did I stop dreaming...?

WOW

I have been Doing work experience Backstage for the World of WearableArt show. I have worked long and late hours during show nights, so naturally I have been having fun dreams.

I open my eyes to a smokey, dark room. I can't see more than an arms length in front of me.

I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm not suppose to be backstage when it is locked up. What am I doing here? I move forwards looking for a way out but its just empty space.

What I am actually doing is sitting up in bed looking around a dark room, then clambering towards the foot of the bed tugging all the sheets and covers with me.

My Partner gripped me and lay me back down.
Which made total sense to me and I immediately went to sleep. All was well in the world....

So if I was not sleeping with my Partner... what would I done.???

Repeat the Nightmare

When I was young, there was a nightmare I would have again and again but it was always the exact same thing.
This went on for a solid 5 years...

With a pin in one hand and a paint tray in the other, I'm alone in my family's home. Everything is gone. The rooms are empty. I stand their and stare at the wall.
Without instruction, I know that I have to paint all the interior walls with what is in my hands.
Colouring in the surfaces using only the Pin point.

With a sudden breath, I'd Wake up with sweat covering me and my heart thumping.

Why was I so afraid of this dream??
This dream never lasted long. It was only this scene. Each dream I was standing in different room but I never moved from that one spot.

I was around 12yo when I had this dream for the last time. It came to me early in the night. I woke up with a start, and lay there frustrated.
I fell back asleep eventually but only found my self back in the same dream. But this time I could move. I walked up to the wall in front of me and began; dipping the pin into the paint and covering cm by cm of the wall.
I did every wall of every room and wall way of my house.
Mentally etching every stroke onto the walls.

This felt like hours upon hours. Dipping and scribbling. Dip. Scribble. Dip. Scribble.

The moment I finished the wall, I came out of the dream.
Lying in bed, It was just another day. Yet mentally 3 days had passed.

I never had this dream again. But I am still confused as to why such a huge task got to me so much.

The Never ending story

I had this dream once where i kept replaying the same situation but i was a different character each time seeing the the scene from a differnet angle.

Longest dream od my life.

Stalker??

Whoa...

So I was having one of my 'normal' dreams; nothing too out there, when EVERYTHING hit the fan.

I was at a camp/farm/deserted town type place, walking through a scattered croud.
I recognised someone, turn and smile at the dark haired girl. Walking up the path I carried on with my task.
After a weird days work I headed home.
I was in a big, awkwardly laidout wooden house and I was trying to find something or someone, wondering through the halways and encountering a whole lot of random.

I gather in a room with other people I know; old schoolmates, family, friends, that guy at the coffee shop etc, and we are casually told we need to evacuate as soon as possible. the bottom level of the building is ....(disappearing, fire, something bad) so I organise people to climb out the window to the roof where a helicopter will help them down to the ground far below.

While I am instructing people through the window more helicopters arrive.
The first group of people are attached to harnesses and lowered to safety.
With confidence the next 4 groups are loaded onto the 4 available helicopters and then lifted into the air, raised over the edge of the building and in a wave of unison, released.
The ropes crash to the ground and bodies scatter.


Then the twist in this dark tale.
The person I was helping out the window, which happened to be the last, turns to me and with a sly grin, and says I am to blame.

She is a young girl I coached at hockey nealy 6 years ago. Short, with dark hair and an even darker twinkle in her eye.

She lays out her grand plan.
How she has stalked me all these years. Followed me to learn who is near and dear and gather them here on this night.
I don't quite understand why- Why does se want to do this too me...

When I woke up. I ran through all the times I've seen her; at the mall, at her work, in town on Saturday, at my cousins wedding...
and those are only the times I noticed her. -She has been following me..... I begin to work myself into a state of panic that my friends are gone.
I fell back asleep eventually.

But now, its so weird how real that dream felt. I keep remembering times that I had seen her around and can't shake the feeling of iminent doom with her.

Gosh, was what I did really that bad? Immature yes... bad- maybe. but on a school stature/reputation level bad...

I think I just feel bad about it, thats all.

Personal Alarm

It has been said that your body has a "Body Clock".
I have tried this in the past, where just before you go to sleep you tell your self '7.15, 7.15, 7.15' and imagine yourself waking at 7.15.
Its is ment to tell your body to wake you up at that pre-thought-organised time.

This has rarely worked for me.
My brain over writes itself while I am sleeping, saying 'Isn't this better? you don't want to go out into the crazy real world, do you? Noo stay, I'll distract you with this super fun dream :)

BUT this morning my brain was kind.

I was enjoying the fun dream and haing a crazy time and then, jumping from another room (closet?) (something??) I jumped out at myself and scared me awake.... at exactly 7.15am :)

!!!!

How awesome this that???
In your Face, Brain!! I double tricked you good :)

Like Father, Like Daughter

My dad has forever been a sleep talker, walker and even driver. But of us three daughters, Heather (middle) is the only one to show signs of following him.

I have occasionally mumbled and flapped around in bed but nothing too exciting,
UNTIL the other night,

I was having a dream I had to (100% commitment) catch a man who was trying to find a small girl to kill (!!???! I know right?)
I had cornered him in a gloomy, concrete alleyway, approx 3m wide and I was standing at the entrance with him cornered at the end.
There was only one way to escape and it was through me. He turned, and ran full-tit towards me -assuming if he moved quick enough passed one side I wouldn't be able to get a good enough hold of him.

I was far too determined, However.

I dropped into a 'Bring it on' stance and was ready for him.
All I had to do was get a good grip of something; t-shirt, pants, arm. anything and I'd be able to off-balance and catch him.
In my bent knee, prepped position, I was ready to pounce. Hands flexed and eyes watching which side he'd go around me,
Closer.
Closer.

He dodged right.
I put all my weight into driving after him. Right arm out, grasping for his shirt.....

SWIPE. DONK.

....throwing my arm into the second shelf of my bookcase; my books, ornaments and pens jumble and fall to the ground. Once kneeling on my bed, I am now nearly falling out, searching my hand for blood.
Reassured I am not hurt, I casually lay back down and go to sleep.
It's only in the morning, that I realize what I've done.
My hand has bruises, cuts and a blood blister on my palm. My bed and floor have things splayed everywhere, and I have this incomplete feeling and that I let the man go....