Greta's TARDIS:

september 15th 2011

painting in public was illegal, so we had to form underground painting committees. ours was headed by cal wilson, and she sat on a large blue throne type thing. people caught painting in public would be arrested and hung. they tried to arrest me for painting in public, but the paint on my brush didn’t match the artwork so they had nothing on me and had to let me go.

there was also a member of the anti-painting Ministry who looked a lot like David Tennant of whom i had a Romeo/Juliet type relationship with - from the other side of the system, but we were in love, and he was trying to protect me so i could still be a member of my underground painting gang, so when i painted in public at midnight with my underground painting gang, he would be our lookout.

it was actually heaps intense, and when i woke up i felt like i’d been watching a tv serial.

sept 22 - dream within a dream!

i can’t quite remember all of it, but i dreamt i was watching twilight with jim carrey (lolwat) but it wasn’t twilight, it had lots of colours and happy in it. and then i fell asleep and dreamt that jim carrey was a redheaded matador, and he was gonna use me as a shield from the bull, but then he fell in love with me and we ran away from the bull.

and then i woke up, and told carrey about my dream, and drew a picture of what his hair looked like. and he laughed. then we went outside and got in a boat and sailed to a fire. and there was a bridge with lots of trucks in it. and it was ‘tomorrow when the war began’ but it was during the day so it wasn’t terrifying. and we hid behind a mattress.

august 2nd

i went through the looking glass in an alice in wonderland type way, but i couldn’t get back through the other side. and everything was very wonderlandy on the other side too. i can’t really remember what i did there but i know i couldn’t get back. and when i finally did, i ended back in the 1950s but it wasnt strange cos thats where i came from. i think.

and i knew i had a boyfriend there or something but id been away so long that i’d forgotten which one he was. so when i got there some boy gave me some tickets to a thing and tried to kiss me so i ASSUMED that he was my boyfriend and i kissed him back in a girlfriendly way. turns out he was my boyfriends brother and he was like WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOURE DATING MY BROTHER and iwas like OH YEAH UM I FORGOT DONT TELL HIM OR ILL KILL YOU and then my real boyfriend came and he was well more attractive than his brother and his name was hugo.

good.

23/6/10 Interpreted:

Actor/Actress 

To see an actor or actress in your dream, represents your pursuit for pleasure. Your admiration of a particular celebrity may lead to a desire to have some of their physical or personality traits. Consider also who this actor/actress is and what characteristics you associate with him or her. These may be the same characteristics that you need to acknowledge or incorporate into yourself. The dream may also be a pun on his or her name.

Train 

To dream that you are on a train, symbolizes your life’s journey. It suggests that you are on the right track in life and headed in the right direction. Alternatively, the dream means that you have a tendency to worry needlessly over a situation that will work out in the end. To see or dream that you are in a train wreck, suggests chaos. The path to your goals are not going according to the way you planned it out. You are lacking self-confidence and having doubt in your ability to reach your goals.

Disappointment 
To dream of disappointment, indicates real-life experiences of being continually disappointed. Such dreams often reflect repressed disappointments which has accumulated over a period of time. Your dream serves as an emotional outlet to help ease your mind.

Wednesday June 23rd

I knew that David Tennant (DT) was getting on a train to go from Warrnambool to Melbourne, and we were getting on a train for a class trip. But he was in first class so I decided to pretend I was in first class too. I was in my WCOLL uniform and I went to the front of the train (which was the back?) and the train seats were like the onces the WEC had except with higher backs. I sat in the row in front of DT (to be subtle or something? idk) and made up some excuse to turn around and call out to my friend Mellisa (who I haven’t seen in years) that I had a spot for her in first class. So while she was coming down from the other carriage I sort of made a passing look at DT and we made eye contact and I said “Hi”, and he just glared at me and went back to reading whatever.

So my feelings were a bit hurt. Bad DT.

Anyway, Mellisa came down and sat with me and then some undefined skanky cake-face type girls came into first class cos the other carriages were full, and the only 3 spare seats were next to DT (cos for some reason the seats were in groups of four) and they sat next to him and were all like, “oooh, aren’t you some misc famous guy?” and he was like “*sigh* Yes, I am misc famous guy” and they were like “OMGG LETS GET PHOTOS WITH HIM, OMGG WILL YOU SIGN THIS” and I was like ._____. because they didn’t know who he was, and also I was building up to that by being SUBLTE and also nice.

But after seeing him so agitated with the cakefacers, I didn’t want to ask him myself. So when we got to his stop, he up and left.

Leaving me sadface.