This is the first day of my life…

More baby dreams lately.

I had one las night where i had a baby and we left it with a friend of mine (at only 2 days old) to go skiing. I remember, feeling awful about that.

The crazy thing is I half woke up, then fell asleep again, and THEN had the entire dream all over again.

Weird.

I don’t have many nice new fashion pics but I do have some from my trip to the art gallery last week.

new cousin! Baby Nick, born 18 June 2009.

Music:

Chairlift- Bruises

The Concretes- On the Radio

The Bird and the Bee- Fucking Boyfriend

Death Cab for Cutie- I will follow you into the dark

shoes from vinnies:

pet from k9 Catfish- Bruce Mousesteen (belongs to boyfriends flat mates and smells icky):

skirt that I made out of amazing material:

shirt that I cut the back out of- saucy:

super car 4GB usb:

I should be writing uni work.

I have been brainstorming what I want to be when I grow up, when I turn 20.

So far:

• dress maker
• chef
• journalist
• actor
• musician
• teacher
• social worker
• masseuse

Still haven’t decided.

3 days and I’m 20.

I have always, and hope to have, amazingly intricate/ fascinating/ out of the ordinary and sometimes quite macabre dreams.

I think over the last few nights it may have something to do with the delicious amount of chocolate ive been having before i go to bed.

Over the last few nights I’ve dreamt that:

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I had a baby. It was my baby. My boyfriend

(who is not to misinterpreted as at all violent/ abusive or at all anything but a absolute delight),

did not believe me.

So he squashed the baby between the pages of a my dairy… like in the Squashed Fairies books (Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairy Album).

I then panicked, but, simply got the baby out. Blew it up like a balloon and all was fine.

I have a few balloon related dreams. And i have soooo many baby related dreams.

Somewhat, terrifying?

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Curiouser and couriouser.

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A couple of nights ago I simply dreamt that singer, songwriter and all round wonderful musician Bob Evans, was my gynaecologist.

And I remember thinking to myself;

“Well, I’m sure my pap smear won’t be too awkward. “

And

“I’ve heard he’s a nice guy. I guess it could be worse.”

And yes, it could have been worse for me, but not for him.

Anyone who doesnt know Bob Evans should listen to him.

http://www.myspace.com/suburbankid

If only to imagine him as your gyno.

Sorry Bob.

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Oh, my life is changing everyday,
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it’s never quiet as it seems,
Never quiet as it seems

- Cranberries

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The final dream i can remember from the last few days is a

BIG

reason why i decided to make my blog anonymous.

Not sure those involved would be too thrilled/ delighted/ estatic/ overjoyed or at all enthusiastic about the fact that i dreamt that

i killed someone.

Ok, not just someone. One of my best friend’s girlfriend.

(Now this Someone, i am often

pleasent/ civil / polite/ well-mannered and friendly towards,

but this Someone is Someone who i don’t partiularly

like/ care for or feel at all akin too.)

Anyway. I did not just kill her.

I shot her with an arrow.

I had someone else cut her into pieces.

I then fed her to the sharks.

And all the while I remember thinking;

“I am going to get in soooooooooooo much trouble for this.”

Terrible really.

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If anyone reading has any dream interpretation experience or wishes to simply philosophise/ dramatise or provide an explanation. Do.