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Ten of My Strangest Dreams.

1. I dreamed that I sewed something into Lolly's tummy, microwaved her and then starting eating slices close to the sewing. I was distracted at the time by a triple zero call where a female was trying to say there was violence when there wasn't and by frantically trying to pack a suitcase. Lolly woke up. I thought she was dead. I was rather concerned that microwaving her had not been a good thing. She seemed to be okay and so I wanted to just give her a panadol and let her sleep. I let it be because what I had sewn into her tummy had pills in it. Hmmm?
2. I dreamed that I was dying. Someone had ensured it by putting a sword through from one ear to the other. There was no pain and not a lot of fear. I just knew that if I went to sleep that would be it. There was a sort of clarity to it, a sort of relief. The only thing I needed to do was find the place to sleep.
3. I dreamed that I was taking Bodhi for a walk around the block. I looked up and noticed that in fact he was driving my Toyota Land Cruiser in a very reckless manner. Suddenly he crashed it and turned it over, setting a fire hydrant spurting water into the air. He was comically characterised like a person so when he realised what he had done he came back onto the lead and acted like a proper dog again.
4. I was part of a Race-Around-The World type expedition that was on a boat skirting the coast. We couldn’t stop at any of the beaches because there were giant waves and the cliffs and beaches looked like melting chocolate. One of the other participants was being interviewed for the program. He was a property developer. He had a huge project he was working on—a risky project to help him through the economic downturn, one in which he had to invest a lot of his own money. The development was on a piece of reclaimed ground—reclaimed from the water in a bay that looked Hawaiian. He was building four housing commission flats. I—in whatever form I manifested in the dream, seemingly an omniscient sort of viewpoint—was concerned, due to the prevailing weather on the boat, that the development was too close to sea level. In order to alleviate my fears he got me to do a trace of the plans. There was a black and white drawing of the plans (although of course they didn’t look like plans—more like the coastline the ship was following) and it was gridded. I had to do one of those drawings where you draw by following what happens in each grid square …
5. I was flying business class. The difference between business and first (beside the former being blue and the latter gold) was that the full reclining bed in business was in the row of three and to leave you had to climb over others who were sleeping. In first class they had double beds with the ability to get out either side. There were long windows and little booths that had a chair and table and were shared between ever four seats, where people could sit and chat. We were travelling to Singapore. B—— was there, along with lots of people from her work. In first class there were an inordinate number of people in the army. Suddenly we were there—before we had even been fed. The plane landed on the highway. We hadn’t even had to put on seat belt or put the bed up. It taxied to the gate on the highway too. At one intersection they were fixing the lights. The workmen had to take down the ladders and I watched the wings moving to avoid the light. It was close. We had to stay overnight in Singapore. We went to the hotel—called the Hotel Sunshine. It was so difficult to find. At reception they gave B—— and I our room, which turned out to be a closet with bunks and a shared bathroom—not in keeping with our business class tickets. We did get robes. I stared at them while I waited for B—— to get out of the way so I could climb into bed, have something to eat and fall asleep …