Dream #1

The room was full of people I liked. Dancing erratically, moderately mad.  I stirred my gin with a spoon and sipped it slowly as I watched from the back door. A gust of warm air came in from behind me and it felt nice on my bare legs. It was 34 degrees outside and the sun had set a long time ago. I always liked it when the weather was like that. When the night is too hot to sleep and all the fan does is blow leaves around the warm room.

As the fan blew, I dreamed.

I was in the new house. It was not on top of the hill anymore, but completely inner city. The tram began clamouring down Lygon street at 5:45am but I liked the noise because it reminded me that people were alive. Tom had moved out. Strangers in the two vacant rooms. The house was big and open, only half the price of my rent in Sydney. My room wasn't finished. The floorboards were rotting underneath me and it was bound to be a disaster when the rats came in from the flood. I had to move my stuff in that day but I was thinking twice if this was what I wanted.

Bowie had been hit by a missile because he ran away trying to find me. It was my fault because I had left the gate open. I was walking back to the car to get my jumper when I found him - covered in dust and barely alive. North Korea had launched on Australia and the bombs were going off behind me as I attempted to run inside - my legs weren't running fast enough.

Ben was in the drama school at St Leonards. I found him in a flurry and led him back to Bowie. He tried to scrape his body off the street but he was covered in blood and yelping. Nearly dead.

We were in parliament - at least I thought we were. I was at the front of the stage, breathing heavily because I hated public speaking. I began blurting out words - aiming to challenge the High court of Australia for letting North Korea come with the missiles in the first place when I realised I was inside a church and not the parliament. Everyone knew except me. The priest started laughing and talking in Greek. 

I started running home but again my legs wouldn't move properly. I was never going to win this race.

I woke up sweating.