Secrets

I was browsing through the Woolworths at Albany Creek looking for homewares for my new unit. I picked up a coffee table book that I like and was trying to match all of my bowles and plates etc around this stupid book - it was witchcraft by the way - with a gnarled tree on the front and blue and pink feathers falling from the branches, all with a silver fleck through the picture. Bloody hard to find plates like that!

All of a sudden I was holding this little puppy - couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and I was carrying him round talking to him, calling him "little fella", that was his name. Some other family fell in love with him and stole him from me and said they were going to train him to win the Melbourne Cup (I know he's a dog, not a horse... made sense in my dream).

Then I met up with my new boyfriend. We were walking around arm in arm looking for glasses for the unit, and I saw Dad looking at fruit. I panicked and ran out the door to my car and told my bf that I'd meet him accross the road, where Dad won't see us.

Strange, he had the same car as John (but this wasn't John...). We met in the land clearing accross the road and started looking through this old shack that was on the property and found all of these Thai rituals - really scary things like ball clamps! :S

There was an old house at the back of the property and it belonged to a girl I went to school with, but who no one liked. She was dirt poor and always smelt like Petrol. She told us it was because she was an apprentice mechanic.

An older lady walking her dog with her husband (They happened to be Blyth Danner and Christopher Walkin) were disgusted because they saw me and my boyfriend making out and proceeded to discribe in detail how they saw us kiss.

The little boy I was all of a sudden babysitting, decided he wanted to go home. Turns out he lived in that old shack, and Blythe knew it wasn't good for him to go home. The girl from my school appeared wearing a hessian sack fashioned like a banana and turned on the hose. The hose started pouring gasoline and she asked me to soak her with it. She was so proud all of a sudden, it was her chance to be a hero and show us why she really smelt like petrol. Apparantly their dad was an abusive drunk, and the only way to wake him up to let them in the house, was to douse herself with petrol and be hoisted through his bedroom window and be thrown out again by the drunk. This could cause her to explode into flames, the kids could call the police, and drunk daddy would be forced to let the kids inside. Pretty effed up way of getting your parent's attention huh... Long story short, we doused her in petrol, but I wasn't strong enough on my own to through her through the window, so all of the people watching were helping to throw her (cheerleader style mind you) through this window.

Woke up...