I Woke in Fright

a record of dreams and nightmares

Month: January, 2013

from the 5th of the 1st :

by Bec Fary

There were other parts to the dream and I’m not sure of the order of things –

A tour bus showed up at my house with an enormous family on board. I called them by an old name and they were friends of my brother – they all went to the beach together. I ended up sitting with a group of mothers and I think we were eating cheese.

And later, maybe in a separate dream, I think I was killing time and not really hungry but looking for food anyway. I went to a bakery but it was closed. An older man I didn’t know told me there was a better place he knew about and he led me there. I said I wouldn’t eat until later but he insisted I follow him anyway. Then X was with us, and when we arrived at the shop (which was in the middle of a shopping centre) then man met a woman. I’m not sure of their relationship but I could tell he had feelings for her. He wanted to buy some chocolate for her. There was a big white heart-shaped piece and he said he wanted it broken into small pieces. X said he wanted a whole piece. I was suddenly uncomfortable, realising I would be taking candy from a stranger.

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by Bec Fary

“It’s one of those unpleasant opioid feverish half-sleep states, more of a fugue-state than a sleep-state, less a floating than like being cast adrift on rough seas, tossed mightily in and out of this half-sleep where your mind’s still working and you can ask yourself whether you’re asleep even as you dream. And any dreams you do have seem ragged at the edges, gnawed on, incomplete.”

David Foster Wallace, from ‘Infinite Jest’ 

“In this room all of my dreams become realities and some of my realities become dreams”

by Bec Fary

by Bec Fary

I’d finished work somewhere far away and it started raining. My friend was sitting on the ground and had no way of getting home. I told her it was okay, I’d call someone to pick us up. 

But suddenly we were transported to another friend’s house. There were a lot of people there and everyone was talking over each other and I didn’t know what anyone was doing there. It felt like a party where no one could decide on what to do. 

I sat on the couch next to my friend whose house it was. He told me we should go into the bedroom. I was indecisive but I wanted to. I told him we had to do it quickly because there was someone on their way to pick me up and take me home, so we rushed and it was urgent. 

Instead of going into his bedroom, though, he pointed out the window at the sunset. He took me onto a balcony overlooking the sea, and the pink sea was very cloudy. Soon everyone from inside the house was on the balcony with us and they were blocking our way to the door. 

I woke up soon after and I’m not sure if we ever made it to the bedroom. 

“lie quiet now, you just had a bad dream”

by Bec Fary

“we dream lots of silly things”

by Bec Fary

After a restless night, dreams on dreams in dreams .. I asked him what he dreamt about – he said he couldn’t remember and it made him sad. 

I told him mine: 

I was at a festival of some kind which was being held in a large house with many rooms. It was very crowded and I was sitting on the floor near a stage. I’d decided not to drink, but my friend was looking at me and something in his eyes told me I need to buy him a whiskey. He jerked his head towards the bar. The barman was apologetic, shrugged and told me they don’t sell whiskey. I returned to my friend but he was unhappy, and it seemed urgent. I became very agitated and started yelling but I can’t remember what. Back at the bar the barman found me a bottle – I was so relieved , until I saw the bottle was empty.