Saturday 1st March, 2008
“Good stuff”

“At some point I’m dreaming a false awakening and I’m aware it’s a false awakening but not lucid enough to do anything with the situation.

I hear a “radio”, like last time, I listen carefully to ascertain whether it’s real or dreamt. It appears to make sense. It’s Triple J and the music is something familiar that I don’t know the name of. There is, however, no radio in the room. I fumble around trying to hit the snooze button.

Lourdes, a girl who started with me at this new job, comes into the room playing classical guitar. It doesn’t sound bad. I don’t question her presence. Now S, a guy who also started when we did, sits near me on the bed and I show him what I’m writing in my dream diary. It’s the dream I’ve just finished having:

My “mother” is giving me new clothes. They’re tops of different designs and I really love them. Some are long-sleeved and some short-sleeved. They’re in patterns and plains and in a range of colours. I’m amazed that all this is for me and the other “children” are similarly endowed. “Mother” is a large, brown-skinned woman. “Father’s” name is “Gustav”. I explain to Simon that this is a pun for “Good stuff.” I ask father where we got the money for all the new clothes and he says it’s because we traded away the old stuff.

Now I’m writing “Gustav” on my husband’s neck or head (he shaves his head)- I think this is because I saw him write a reminder on his hand earlier in the day. It’s now that I attain lucidity.

The dream scene disappears and I’m in blackness. I don’t want to waste the opportunity like I did last time. I lie still within myself but I feel urgency to act so I will myself out of body and begin to float upwards. There’s something wrong with my attitude, though. It’s not fear but lack of confidence in my ability to succeed. Sure enough, I slam back.

My later dreams continue the motifs of wealth, luxury, gifts, abundance and groups of people with a party atmosphere.

And a little addendum:

1st September, 2008
Coming home, I had a strong intuition there’d be a parcel for me. I’m expecting books but not yet.

There was a parcel waiting. For the first time ever, my dad got my birthday wrong and sent the present a month early. It was a pretty top.

Just lying in bed mentally reviewing the “Good stuff/Gustav” dream, which I’d re-read yesterday. It occurs to me that Gustav is my father in the dream and my mother, a large brown woman, is dressing me in many different types of blouses.

So these elements are at play in a dream back on the first of March: a large brown woman (New Orleans?), Gustav (the hurricane – which maybe isn’t as bad as anticipated and may, in a sense be “good stuff,” because of getting rid of “old stuff”?) and, literally, my father and presents – a blouse. Was my dreaming picking up on the near future?