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I don't know if my memory's getting really bad or my dreams are just ridiculously realistic (probably the former), but these days I sometimes have trouble deciding what was real and what was in a dream ==;;; Especially little, every day actions...
Went to Hurstville library and borrowed a few books. Green Monkey Dreams, for a change, because I don't normally like short stories. Typical of Carmody, none of the stories are light-hearted or had a happy ending. Conversely, none of them are exactly outpourings of grief and tragedy. I liked the interconnected themes, the image of the beast, and the image of the giant whose arm is encased in an anonymous tower.
But I liked Green Monkey Dreams, the eponymous story that completed the anthology. A series of connected dreams that hides the truth; is Random dead? Is Jilia dreaming of Random? Is Random dreaming of himself in Jilia's perspective?
I still dream of my grandma sometimes, always going about her business like she used to, in the same nattering emphatic way. Sometimes I know I am dreaming, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I dream that her dying was a dream, and I wake up wondering which is which. It surprised me, because I thought it only happened in stories >__>;
This morning I had a dream (well, I had several, but this is the only I remember). Two boys I don't recognise, one around 16 or 17, the other his younger brother, a brown-haired child of about 12, pale, skinny and drawn-faced. The older brother was curled up in a shopping trolley, in the middle of an epileptic fit. The younger one was wheeling him "to the hospital", up Sussex St (yeah, weird detail), because he had no phone to ring the ambulance. He stopped at a traffic light, where I saw them, and I remember looking at the guy in his trolley and thinking he was beyond help (he kind of looked....charred and headless..............)
I rang the ambulance for him, but...I swear this isn't the first dream I've had to do that AND THEY TOOK SUCH A BLOODY LONG TIME!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear, I must have been subconsciously scarred by experience with those computer operators and recorded "to do A please press 1" messages.
And then I woke up =( I hope he got to the hospital in time.
Went to Hurstville library and borrowed a few books. Green Monkey Dreams, for a change, because I don't normally like short stories. Typical of Carmody, none of the stories are light-hearted or had a happy ending. Conversely, none of them are exactly outpourings of grief and tragedy. I liked the interconnected themes, the image of the beast, and the image of the giant whose arm is encased in an anonymous tower.
But I liked Green Monkey Dreams, the eponymous story that completed the anthology. A series of connected dreams that hides the truth; is Random dead? Is Jilia dreaming of Random? Is Random dreaming of himself in Jilia's perspective?
I still dream of my grandma sometimes, always going about her business like she used to, in the same nattering emphatic way. Sometimes I know I am dreaming, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I dream that her dying was a dream, and I wake up wondering which is which. It surprised me, because I thought it only happened in stories >__>;
This morning I had a dream (well, I had several, but this is the only I remember). Two boys I don't recognise, one around 16 or 17, the other his younger brother, a brown-haired child of about 12, pale, skinny and drawn-faced. The older brother was curled up in a shopping trolley, in the middle of an epileptic fit. The younger one was wheeling him "to the hospital", up Sussex St (yeah, weird detail), because he had no phone to ring the ambulance. He stopped at a traffic light, where I saw them, and I remember looking at the guy in his trolley and thinking he was beyond help (he kind of looked....charred and headless..............)
I rang the ambulance for him, but...I swear this isn't the first dream I've had to do that AND THEY TOOK SUCH A BLOODY LONG TIME!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear, I must have been subconsciously scarred by experience with those computer operators and recorded "to do A please press 1" messages.
And then I woke up =( I hope he got to the hospital in time.
