I Woke in Fright

a record of dreams and nightmares

Month: August, 2013


by Bec Fary

I dreamt about waking up and making coffee. The kitchen was very clean and organised, but also chaotic. We were staying in someone else’s house, maybe housesitting, and I didn’t know where anything was. I was juggling two coffee machines, trying to use parts from both but they wouldn’t fit together. Half were small, half were bigger and some were covered in coffee grinds.

My mum arrived and I was shocked. I started washing the coffee grinds away, and wanted to clean everything.

I think I woke briefly and fell asleep again. I was somewhere else, in a different house. Everything was blue.

Everything I dreamt last night was vivid and colourful. In this segment of the dream, I held a large, thick poster with tiny cartoon characters on it. I think the characters were moving, running away from my finger as I followed them on the page.

The poster was a dark, dusty blue, with white lettering in the centre spelling


I was trying to pin it above the bed.

Later in the same dream, I was waiting for two people, or maybe just watching them. A young man and an older woman were at a hat stand, gathering their jackets and bags. I got the feeling I was watching them intensely, but invisibly. They were unaware.

In their clothes and scarves, there were accents of the brightest royal blue. As the people moved, they revealed more bright blue accents in their jacket linings. The scene in front of me was evolving and explosive. I was transfixed by the colour.

I had an overpowering desire to record the scene. I wanted to take a photo, though part of me knew I wouldn’t be able to do the colours justice. I didn’t have my camera, but couldn’t leave to get it for fear of looking away. I was paralysed by the conflicting desire of wanting to capture something while it changed, escaping vision.


by Bec Fary

I was at work, at an old job at a cafe run by a married couple. It was Valentine’s Day, or maybe their anniversary, and for some reason it was my job to make a gift to commemorate it.

I baked some biscuits, with lemon curd in between them (I clearly remember layering them with care).

On the packaging, I wrote that it was encouraging “to see two people work so hard together and truly be in love”. My message was scrawled on the packaging, and wouldn’t fit, so I ended up writing the message on the walls.

I awoke in a jumble of letters.

my dad told me about his dream:

by Bec Fary

he said he was on an aeroplane, but wherever he was going was too congested, so they had to land on the road. there was a girl on the plane, around 9 or ten years old. she had a dog with her, and when the plane landed she let the dog out to run around. then when it was time to leave again, they had to hurry to call the dog back.

dad said he remembered thinking – ‘where are all the cars?’ – when the plane was landing.

and he patted the dog and it smelled sweet. he said he thought the was washed more often than ours.

by Bec Fary

“After talking to everybody too long and too loudly and way too much to drink, I went into a back room to lie down for a while. When I awoke I saw that I’d slept the whole night…

‘How did I get here?’ I asked, thinking about the drunken party. The man said nothing and the woman looked down. Very little was explained.

It took me more than a week to deduce from the evidence around me that everything before my waking up was a dream and everything afterward was reality.”

Robert M. Pirsig, from ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’

by Bec Fary

I dreamt it was raining and even my gumboots filled with water.