WEIRD Dreams

About two weeks ago, I dreamt that my Mum and I flew back to Melbourne. Upon our arrival at the Tullamarine airport, I got confused because my passport wasn’t stamped. I refused to leave the airport without an answer. When I questioned the immigration officers, the 6 were frosty. One guy said, “There really is nothing you can do about it. You can’t make us do something we don’t want, ma’am.” I was apparently allowed to enter Australia but they were refusing to stamp our passports. Then one lady explained that they simply don’t stamp passports anymore. Still wondering how I could leave Melbourne later, I had wanted to ask more questions but my Mum was in a hurry to get to Victoria Market.

We hopped onto a taxi. We were all chatting away until we got to the road outside the Royal Children’s Hospital in North Melbourne. There, the taxi driver vanished and my Mum just took over the driving like she knew the place very well. We were still heading for the market. I was busy planning in my head, organizing my mental shopping lists for when I get to Target and Big W. When we got to the market, my Mum spent ages circling it looking for an off the street carpark outside because she refused to park inside. Then her phone rang and it was a lady from Tawau calling to say that she was on her way to our house in KK. My Mum drove one more round and announced that we were going back to the airport to catch the next flight home! My whole world crumbled. I was beyond shock. I called out, “What? What about my undies?” The scenery outside the car was somewhere near the Docklands and on the way to Footscray. My Mum asked, “What about what undies?” I said, “My Bonds undies. This is not fair! I don’t want a holiday. I just want to get some Bonds undies.” To that my Mum replied, “Oh! We will get them next time.” I cried until I got up from my sleep.

A few nights ago I found out that Bryce Courtney had passed away. I watched his farewell message and it was sad. It would have been good if my Dad had a farewell message too. Before I went to bed that night, I suddenly thought of a cheeky pony that used to live at a children’s adventure playground in South Melbourne. The naughty pony moved to another place near Bundoora (?) about 10 years ago. I used to walk past him at least once a week when I was on my way home from my sewing lessons nearby. If I stood near the fence, he would come over to stand next to me. I used to call him Smokey because he looked like Prince Harry’s first pony. I never witnessed any of his cheeky nature. To me, he was always handsome and proper, albeit a little compact in size. Anyway, I dreamt that he came to visit me in KK. He was wearing a black leather jacket but I can’t recall if he had his red harness on. In the dream, he walked into our living room and past out in front of my Mum’s sofa. My Mum’s helper looked quite shocked to have opened the front door to a four legged guest. On seeing that my unexpected visitor dying due to (probable heat) exhaustion, I cried again until I got up to learn that it was all just a dream.

Dear Archangel Raphael, please continue to block off my nightmares. My day time hours are already nightmarish due to a few living characters. Do allow me at least 8 hours of peace for when I am sleeping. Thank you.