I Woke in Fright

a record of dreams and nightmares

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.

I said, “you’ll dream about bikes tonight”

by Bec Fary

He didn’t, but I did…

I dreamt I was riding my bike on a long, narrow, straight path. On the way I had an idea. I wish I could remember what this idea was because it was the best idea I’ve ever had. It was something I had to write down, or tell someone, and it was going to change my life somehow. I kept repeating it to myself as I rode, and I tried to ride faster and faster as the idea got bigger and more elaborate. There were more and more things I had to keep in my head before I could write them down.

As I was riding I kept thinking, ‘yes yes yes yes yes this is it!’ and the need to write it down was getting so urgent. I knew that if I rode fast enough I would just make it in time.

I was repeating some sort of mantra or quote to myself as well, which I think was part of what I needed to write down. In the end I’m not sure if I made it; I woke up before I could write anything down.

by Bec Fary

you can’t wake us, this isn’t sleep 

Brothers Hand Mirror – This Isn’t Sleep from Reuben S on Vimeo.

he said, “I had a crazy dream”

by Bec Fary

“What did you dream about?”

“Ah, it’s slipped away. I can’t remember. No, we were in Poland…”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“I’m not sure who it was, but there were four of us there. We were on this platform. It looked like a train platform but I don’t know if there were any trains. It was like a ramp that led into the next town, and we had to walk along it to get to our hostel. Then there were two police officers and they said something to us. I didn’t understand, so I asked them: ‘English?’ The officers shrugged and looked at each other and shook their heads. They said: ‘dokumenta?’ I told my friends the officers needed our documents. So we showed them our passports, and then the officers gave us these forms to sign. And that was all good and I was ready to sign, until I realised we’d have to give the officers €40 if we signed the forms. I was getting €10 each from my friends, but X was there. Everyone else had euro, but X only had hundreds of Australian dollars. I said: ‘Why don’t you have any euro?’ X said: ‘This is money, isn’t it?’ Then I was sitting with the police officers, waiting for the rest of the money. I was waiting for you to bring the last €10. I sat there, having a drink and eating some lollies, and Y and Z walked past. They said, ‘€40?’ and I said ‘Yep’. They nodded and said ‘Us too.’ Then you showed up with the money and I gave you a lolly. It started raining after that, and it seemed like a fitting end to the dream. I really liked that dream.”

“What did you like about it?”

“I liked the part about the documents. It was all so clear, and now I can remember it so well.”


by Bec Fary

I was in some kind of dead or dying post-apocalyptic world. I was with a companion, we were travelling on foot on a long stretch of dry road. Everything was dust and dried grass. 

Trudging along this path, we were on some kind of mission but I can’t remember the details. I got the feeling there was a large group of people depending on us, but I don’t think I ever saw them in the dream. 

We were reporting back to a commander. I can’t remember if we physically saw the commander, but I think we had some kind of radio communication. 

At some point along the path, we started seeing tall, slender figures ahead of us. They moved very slowly and deliberately. I was scared and we knew to be cautious. 

The sun made these faraway figures shimmer. I couldn’t tell if they were machines or robots, or many heavily armoured futuristic warriors or aliens. I don’t know how, but they were closely tied to the post-apocalypse situation. Maybe they caused it but I’m not sure. 

The figures looked like they were in some kind of outlaw gang, and our mission was to get closer to them. Our commander was feeding us information about the gang, and we found out their race was called the ‘Nintendos.’ I think we were meant to kill them. It all felt very sinister. 

The gang’s movements were disconnected from space and time. They snuck up on us so quickly, but then were suddenly far away or out of site. At one point they were still close enough that I made eye contact with one of them, and at that point they didn’t seem hostile at all. 

cheese dreams

by Bec Fary

nighttime cheddar 


by Bec Fary

He woke up before me but I stayed in bed. He brought me coffee but I let it go cold, preferring the sleep-in, the waking/sleeping/waking/sleeping rotation of the extended morning.

I dreamt I had a secret, or something important, stored in my dreams, but I don’t remember what it was. Every time I fell asleep, in my dreams, I would get closer and closer to this truth. I would see it, asleep, but I could never remember it after I woke.

There were people around me, supporting me, but they also wanted something from me. I think they wanted to know what it was I was dreaming about. Whatever that secret hiding in my dreams was, they had to know it. So they kept urging me to sleep.

In my dreams, I slept and woke in a purposeful rhythm.

And then I woke to real life as he kissed me goodbye.

by Bec Fary