Dream Of Awake

27/11/05
Met this cute guy in wellington who wanted to walk home with someone;... we were talking.. i was from overseas.... and he had this aura about him that made me think of scott and have the same feeling around him.. ... we werent really talking about anything relevant or what.. but i remember that we got onto a debate of who we liked and he said me or i said him.. (dont remember which).. whoopdishit ! and we ended up out at lower hutt... went out to nbl for something.. went through side entrance and told him to wait there.. run to office and turned off alarm ... i was thinking on the way to the office.. god i hope the pin from reality works in this dream otherwise we are screwed... it worked... then ran back to him to say had to run and would be back asap... we then took off to the hutt valley centre on tram/bus and then walked as if i was back at school to 1067 high st.. he was kinda cute with shortish brown/blonde hair.. slightly shorter with olive brown skin.. he had board shorts on and sneakers.. half way home.. leonies mum was sitting on stainless steel table and chair on front lawn of thier old house with a smoke and cup of tea... she looked sort of unhappy .. i ran up and gave her a hug, shocked she looked at me and asked why i was in wellington and for how long.. i explained that it was a very quick visit and that i would be leaving that night.... a feeling of guilt ran over me that i had not seen her previously... ..we ended up at leonies new house.. which had a spiral staircase.. leonie, her mum, michael and dad were at the top.... i was so happy to see leonie and wished i had stopped her from going ahead with it... i couldnt get to the top of the stairs... .. leonie had her hair up and wore this aweful metallic peachy colored lipstick and was pregnant.. she looked like a prisioned catholic housewife... forbidden to talk .... with the lad (which later turned out to be john) - leonie offered to make some tea and led us to the back afternoon room... seated we were chatting, talking about what was happening (dont remember) - leonie came out with drinks and biscuits .. there was a blue with bobbie print 2seater couch (fold out bed) which michael was sitting on and next to me was a upside down brown, 70's looking 2 seater the same that had dark brown squarish arms rests and a cream and brown check tarten wool print on the custions... leonie was saying how the blue one is the better one and the brown one is far to old and she didnt know why she brought them... she was sitting on the emerald green one that she couldnt sell as their were stains on the cushions.. the boy was making inappropriate comments and we are then at the scene of the staircase.. i go to give leonie a hug but michael steps in front.. her mum guides me to the front door and then i am home with dad and adele.. ...we were all talking and i was thinking about how much i didnt want to be there, however much the place creeps me out and remembering how much shit and hatred i had to put up with .. and one of the ones who did it was just standing in front of me, talking to me like it never happened and nothing was wrong.. . how much i hate people that have complete ignorance.. .. (Cant remember what about) - i was watching the clock as i knew my plane was about 11pm and it was now getting towards 8pm... the boy had already drifted off out of picture and we are now all in dads 4x4 heading somewhere and then we end up with some immensely weird drag queen chick woman thingy... we are heading out to the country... looking like the haywards hill and all i can think about is i have bad feelings about nbl as i left the alarm off and dont remember and am pretty sure i didnt close or lock the side entrance... anyway... after staring at this really strange drag lady that has a good resemblance to hagred from harry potter.. i recognised that it was aunty shirley and that she was driving and dad was now in the back with adele and jaimee... we end up in the vacant area that looks like a deserted bomb site and then out comes a huge massive tank... it races towards us and then stops..... the general gets out and then says.. ingenius... just a strip of seethrough stuff and look at the results... he then puts the strip on the bottom of the tank... signals it to go and then the tank bounces into the air... lands.. and then bounces again.. marvalious you might say as he turns to dad for his opinion.. dad now looking like a miniature adolf hitler.. telepathecally telling me that the tank is for his ex ... to squash her and rid the world of her for once and for all.. the tanks looked very cool.,.. khaki coloured with even soldiers heads popping out of the top of the tanks as they landed ... we are then catapolted back to the car.. and now its just me and dad and now after 9pm.. im looking at dad who looks very peaceful... (should be since he has found a weapon to mutilate the bitch back to hell) - and im trying to politely tell him that we need to head to the factory ... nothing really works.. i tell dad that plane leaves in 2 hours and i really really wanted to see nbl before heading away for another couple of years... we get there and walk down the back of the factory.. dad attributing the no alarm set to my stupid uncle who loves no one but himself... we get to the back... dad turning on the lights and i look around... press machines still there... and i say to dad... where are all the dies farts... like slow motion.. every machine.. every shelf.,. every piece of metal that was not attached to anything was no longer there... so empty and so clean.. grandad would have been proud had this been a successful tidy up of the factory... ... dad with his jaw on the ground.. is just awe struck... i cant take the suspence any more so i tell him that i had been there during the day and had no idea that someone would come and ravage the place of millions of dollars worth of equipment.. even the damn crow bars were gone.. .. i told dad that i had left the alarm off and he said you left the damn side door unlocked didnt you .. ah ha.. i said... down the back there was some noise against the back door.. we opened the door and there was this old lady there with a young smart ass kid... dad demanded to know who had done it.. she knew but they had no name.. the kid advised that they were only open on weekends.. ... that would be right wouldnt it.. only open on fucking weekends when no one else is.. .. then it jumps to the airport and im running down the carriage way to the plane.. its got really outdated carpet .. still with huge patterns .. colors of orange brown adn cream... very retro.. running to the plane.. i get on in time to come home to australia... there is only about 6-7 of us on the plane... - dream over... im awake... cant sleep