Sleepless Travels Reloaded

Dreamland, by Someone That loves to play music

The Breakfast Creek Hotel is up for sale
The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail
So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines

Had some of the most awesome dreams yesterday (this morning?). I get the most vibrant dreams when I’m dozing in bed and don’t have to be woken up by the alarm to rush off anywhere

A selection of some of the dreams I had yesterday:

I was travelling with parents in a car driving somewhere in China/Sg enroute to KL (yeah weird). We stopped by at these rest houses because it was 1 am and my parents were too tired to drive anymore. They were small compact units, and you drop in coins in the machine in the little foyer before you enter to pay for your accomodation. Even thouigh it was nice clean and looked new I felt creeped out by the remote location and the fact that there was no one else around. The machine instructed us to “drop in a paper coin”. Whut?

Actually the front part of the building was like one of those chinese/jap altars where you open up the 2 little front doors to see the idol inside. And then I felt a presence. Without us doing anything the machine starting churning out the “receipts”…which looked like those paper money Chinese burn for the dead. I was absolutely freaked out. I said I didn’t care if I had to drive all night, or sleep in the car, I’d rather not stay there.

No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine
End - your dreamworld is just about to end
Fall - your dreamworld is just about to fall
Your dreamworld will fall

I was hanging around waiting to board a ship. But the area I was in was similar to the tarmac one would walk across in Adelaide airport to get to the plane. and the gangplank onto the ship was also similar to those outdoor stairs to planes…
I had a moment of panic when I wasn’t sure if I took along my passport.

So shut that buckle and turn that key again
Take me to a place they say the dreaming never ends
Open wide drive that mystery road

I demanded for Ray to show me his honours thesis. It looked like we were in my current room in Melbourne. He took a plastic file with clear sleeves off my bookshelf and said he couldn’t find the main paper but said I could look at the handwritten bits of paper instead that also formed part of his honours assessment. I was flabbergasted that one could submit handwritten calculations as part of honours assessment. BTW IRL Ray didn’t do honours …

And here’s the pièce de résistance and the reason for me typing up this post in the first place:

I was vacationing in some relative’s place somewhere on southern coast of Australia, I have the feeling it’s in Victoria but geographically that doesn’t make sense either.

The house I was staying in was like my old house in Singapore. The room I was in was similar to my old bedroom.
And I was looking out the window and the clouds cleared and the sun came out and I could see New Zealand (??!!). So many mountains, and all arranged neatly like traffic cones along the coast and further inland. Then to my left on some peninsula there was another cone mountain and then a HUGE mountain growing out the side of it. Like the limbs of a cactus the mountain grew at a steep absolutely vertical angle up and up, towering above all else to end at a rounded peak.

The colours were the most vibrant blue-green. It was practically glowing. I had an overwhelming feeling that it was akin to what the kids in The Last Battle (the last book in the Chronicles of Narnia) felt, when they were past the doorway and in Aslan’s country being able to see further than they had ever seen before, and running through the lands. It was absolutely gorgeous and the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life. Ever.

I tried to snap a couple of shots of it with my V3 but it all slipped away so, so fast…

And then a thick fog rolled in and I couldn’t see anything at all but a lone tree, bare of leaves.

Walk through eden’s garden and then wonder as you go
Sign says honeymoon to rent
Cloudland into dreamland turns
The sun comes up and we all learn
Those wheels must turn

– Dreamland, by Midnight Oil