Somebody near my house asks me what bus he should catch to get to Brunswick. I am pleased because I get to display my local knowledge and be useful to somebody. It is possible that I get a little bit carried away with enumerating all the possibilities, but the guy does not seem to mind.
The optimal route to his destination turns out to be through my house. What’s more, he has a big group of people with him. They all troop through the hallway and out the back door. Some of them leave little flags stuck into the carpet behind them.
My favourite team leader from work is making a speech at the zoo about being vegan. Lots of people are standing around and listening even though she is just standing on a path and not even near any cute animals.
The coworker who thinks I am gay is also at the zoo, although she was not listening to the team leader’s speech. We go to look at the baby hippopotamus, which looks like a shiny, hippopotamus-coloured antelope with rabbit teeth. It is running around and jumping up on people like an excited puppy. There is a sign saying that seeing it do tricks when it is less than six months old is extra special, because at six months it will be able to understand what people are asking it to do.
Later there is a behind-the-scenes tour of the zoo and we see a shower with no door or curtain. Someone tries to demonstrate how it works by turning on the tap, but water goes all over the floor.
I am with a group of people I have never met before, and we are going to buy food from Lord of the Fries. For some reason Lord of the Fries is actually at Flinders Street Station, instead of next to it; there is a little inlet at the top of the stairs to Platform 1, and the Lord of the Fries outlet is tucked in there.
The guy behind the counter is frustrated because nobody knows how to order the food. He is relieved when I figure out the protocol and order for everybody.
The burger I get is about eight centimetres in diameter, and the fries are hidden underneath it. I think something is wrong, but then somebody tells me that’s what the food from Lord of the Fries is always like.
It tastes pretty good.
My high school saxophone teacher is doing a strange mechanical dance in the middle of the schoolyard. As he steps and twitches, clicking sounds come from his mouth; he cannot speak except by doing the dance. Nearby, someone is blowing bubbles that turn into balloons.
I get in a lift with my English teacher from year eleven. She is carrying a big pile of yearbooks that she wants people to sign. Someone else in the lift sneers and asks why she doesn’t just use the iPhone app.
I am asking my housemate when her friend (who has been at our house for almost two weeks) is going home, and explaining that being consistently woken at two or three in the morning by their racket and then kept awake for a couple of hours is not something I can cope with on an ongoing basis. My housemate is pouting and calling me a spoilsport.
There are a whole lot of other people in the living room with us, and they all look a bit surprised. The room smells of cigarettes.
There is a child on my train. He belongs to two of my friends, but they are not on the train. I take him with me.
We arrive at a camp where rows of children - the boys dressed like characters from Danny Boyle’s Slumdog Millionaire, the girls dressed in red and yellow sacks - are performing slow-motion dance moves that are supposed to ward off diseases. I am told that children at this camp die of things like measles and influenza all the time.
Someone at the camp gets a phone call from another friend of mine, who went to Ballarat on the spur of the moment and so will not be coming to meet me. They relay the message, but I do not get to speak to my friend.
Later, I am supposed to take a group of people onto the sports field for practice. The game is like a cross between netball and American football. There is another group of people on the field already, and there is a tense standoff between me and their coach. It is clear that this is the beginning of the longstanding feud between the two teams which will be central to later episodes.
Someone is coughing too much to be allowed onto the field. We put his head in a bowl and leave it off to the side.
I received a Google Wave invite and started learning how to use it.
(This has been the most embarrassing dream to admit to so far.)
I am trying to give away my egg cups, because I don’t eat eggs anymore and it seems silly not to give them to somebody who will use them. I can’t stop calling them “egg cup holders” and so my conversations go nowhere.
In this dream the main character is a guy who looks like Johnny Depp did fifteen years ago. He/I is/am on a cruise ship for work. (It is not at all clear what this work constitutes.) We are being pursued by a girl and also by the girl’s mother. Their intentions are not pure. It is especially awkward when they both make a move at the same time.
A man is marching up and down asking everybody he sees to give him a name. He doesn’t have one, and he only has a single tooth in his mouth. Once he has a name his tooth problem will be solved as well.
