so last night i had this dream that was soo weird.
when i woke from it i turned on the light to write it down,
here is some of what i remember
-the location was montreal, somewhere-
where exactly, im not sure, it's kindof ambiguous.
kindof shifting between:
outside of casa/ an appartment above casa,
and my old appartment of 5752 and the above apt. of 5754.

the first thing i really remember is trying to go up a flight of stairs up to some party. I could hear loud music, there was lots of people on the street and in the stairway. I feel like this was, at first, outside of casa- that flight of stairs that always has loud music at the top. When I try to go up the stairs this girl runs up and grabs me half way and tells me to get down, or get out, or get lost or something. There are lots of people everywhere and loud music, so we have a conversation where we yell at each other and don't really understand what we're saying, so finally i understand and go back down to the street.
So im back on the street, but now im not outside of casa. I'm still on st. laurent, but im outside what i think is 5752/5754. It's almost as if I had returned from my travels and stumbled upon this party. There's the party upstairs, perhaps on the 3rd floor, that i couldn't get into, and it's as if I know that i am moving into 5754, I seem to know that one of the bedrooms there is mine. So it's like, hey, im home again, cool, the house is full of people, it's a crazy party, lots of interesting people, alot of people i know, other people i meet and they tell me they're in such and such a band that im familiar with so that's cool, and i end up hanging out for i;m not sure how long.
At one point i go into what I know is My bedroom, but it's full of other peoples stuff for some reason. There are a few guys in there too and they start passing around joints which I partake in. At one point I notice that, smoking with us, is the girl who kicked me out of the stairwell at the beginning of the dream. We can hear each other this time so i end up asking her why she kicked me out of the stairwell, why she didn't let me go into the party, and she says something like 'i couldn't understand you,' and she gave me a few reasons as to why she couldn't understand. I'm like oh ok. AND THEN i notice something really weird: i sense something in my mouth, and i realize that the reason she didn't understand me was because i had something in my mouth. so, i begin pulling out these small vynil records from my mouth, these really small records of various sizes and bright colors. It was so strange, I pulled out over 10 of them, and put them on a shelf in what i thought was supposed to be my bedroom. Then I noticed that the room was completely different than how it was when I first entered it. I begin to question the reality of this scenario- wait a minute is this a dream? And suddenly i'm alone in the place, and i like, wait this is clearly a dream because how often do i have records in my mouth....
then i woke up, reflected on the dream, turned on the light and wrote down what i could on the book that was already open to the page of dream records. This dream was so weird , but at the same time i really enjoyed it. such a cool atmosphere to it. a dark party in montreal. all i had to do to realize how much i miss that town was to leave it and go to tasmania. As beautiful as it is here , i must say that tasmania is no montreal, and comparing the two cultures, I would have to say that montreal is superior in many ways. When i left montreal i was feeling quite sick of it- too many people, too big a city, too much french i don't understand, too much social bullshit i want to avoid, too much marajawana that i could get too easily, too much sleeping in late ,and not enough meaning to my life, not enough money making oppourtunities or school. but yeah, now i'm kindof missing it, and thinking that i might someday return, go to university maybe. i dunno. Another part of me really is missing london ontario and thinking it could be great to live there again, go to western for the piano technician program, and just be in the city i spent my first 18 years again. I'm not sure. I'm also looking into Teaching english as a second language somewhere... somewhere in asia.

but i don't have too much time now, and i want to write down this 2nd dream i had last night. It's not as interesting as the first, and i don't remember as much, except that i was close to water, perhaps in london ontario where richmond st. meets the thames river. at one point i realized that I could levitate if i concentrated hard enough. after experimenting with this for a while, i would levitate myself over the rough water of the river. This was a great feeling. Then a bit later in the dream, a close friend of mine died, perhaps because he was trying to levitate as well, and failed. It was kindof sad; his mom was there, and i felt as though it was my fault. too bad. but levitation! how cool is that.

man i wish i could fly in real life.
i've got this huge volume of philip k. dick books, 5 books in one big book, and i think it's affecting (or effecting?) my dream life.
anyways i should go. in my current journal i have about 30 pages of dreams written down, maybe i'll write some more in here later.
yeah

also, because it's been a while, i'll post some more australian terms. because i don't have time, this is something i wrote on a friends 'wall' a while ago. These are just some, although i have a few more.


ARVO- afternoon.'see ya this arvo.''Wotta ya doin' this arvo?''Reckoned he was gunna deliver ém last week, an' he doesn't turn up till yesterday-bloody-arvo.'
BEAUT-very good, first class.
BITE-A request such as 'Can I bite you for a smoke, mate?' An aussie would hand you his packet and say, 'Sure-help yourself', unless he considered you to be a 'BOT'.
BOT- Anyone who lives by constantly 'putting the bite on' others is a 'bot'. Bots are allergic to work, impervious to insult, and although they have no visible means of support, are nearly always drunk.
DYKE- A toilet. Also known as 'dunny', a 'shouse', a 'toot'. A place in which to 'spend a penny', or to 'pay a visit', or to 'kill a snake'.The practice of 'kangarooing the dyke'- squatting on it with your feet on the seat - is reprehensible, and frowned upon by all purveyors of public amenities.
4 ways to say QUIT WORRYING, ALL'S WELL
'She's apples''She'll be sweet''She's Jake'
Rotten- drunk
Yabber-smalltalk, yacketty yack.
Yakker- work. A tough job is a 'hard yakker'
Yike- A brawl.