Late · last · night...

Things got really tense between Matt and I, and he was barely speaking to me anymore. We were walking past the Open Stage towards the Writers' Block, with a whole bunch of our friends, when he stopped me and told me to sit on a ledge. He said he didn't think we should be doing this anymore. He had been getting texts from Lydia and changed his mind. He said goodbye and walked away. I yelled and screamed but he pretended not to hear, even when I ran at him and kissed him, there was nothing but stony silence.

I was strangely emotionless as I told my teacher Emma why I couldn't come to English. She said she was sorry we broke up, as everyone had been looking forward to seeing us become a family. When I asked who everyone was, she said she'd been talking to Lachlan, and my other teacher Richard about us. Sam sent a videotape to us in which he was biking down a hill, but looked up as he reached the bottom to tell Matt "Compliments".

A bunch of us dug a great big hole to the next layer of the Earth, which was discovered ot be entirely water. The community down there accepted us and marvelled at our games and cooking. When I asked why they had clouds and a sun just like us, the sun itself suddenly propelled itself forward to rest inches from my face; at such a distance I could see it was made up from thousands of tiny little lights, all sparkling and glimmering like a disco ball.

I'm pretty sure that when night time came, and the water-filled civilisation became pitch-black, we couldn't breathe anymore, and all fell into the darkness.

I was pregnant, but it wasn't his. And I couldn't explain that, so he changed his mind and abandoned me.

I was walking with Maria and Michaela through Papanui, it was the middle of the night, and we came to Paparoa St School, where Mickey gladly informed us she now attended. She showed us her classroom, which made perfect sense despite the fact she was 16 and technically lives in Wellington and goes to high school like the rest of us. Mia and I decided to leave her to it.

She and I continued on down towards her Gran's place. I complained bitterly about being fat and ugly. She took this all in her stride. We visited Gran several times, and then went on to some kind of party involving sitcom stars and spa pools.

The dream ended in a lot of blood. I think it may have been mine.

I had to get us out of the party. Erin got in the car with me, and we promptly got lost. I didn't know there were any deserts in New Zealand, but apparently I was wrong... we drove through miles and miles of wasteland before a stone city, built into a hill covered in the only greenery for miles, rose out of the haze. We were in so much awe that I drove us straight into the crystal blue swimming pool next to the carpark.

Havoc and Newsboy apparached us once we swam quite calmly to the surface, making sure to take the keys with us - they wanted us to do that again so that they could get better footage of it. We said no, fuck off, we want to go explore the lost city.

We couldn't get there. No matter what route we took, it just got further and further away. So we gave up and went back to the car. In the carpark, a woman called Julia offered to give us a lift in her car, but I said no thanks, mine will be fine. Erin hit me for that. So little faith.

We swam down and climbed into the car, which was still full of air, or course. I turned on the engine, and this caused the car to rise up to the top. As we broke the surface, I woke.

In psychology class, people were talking about their menigicoccal shots, what the disease was like, if anyone they knew had it - that sort of thing. I mentioned my mother was a nurse, in Ireland at the moment, and my psychology teacher took that to mean she was dying from menigitis. I tried to argue this, but he sent me on a field trip, in the middle of nowhere.

I survived this, but my other field-trippers decided they hadn't had enough. They'd heard about snow all over Mt. Edgemont, near Fairlie, and thought that would be a nice hike. I argued this vehemently, also, and in the end they (my Mother included) came to the conclusion that everyone who loves Elvis should go. So I was left standing all by myself in the middle of nowhere. Later on I got to see the pictures - some big accident had happened though, and now a lot of the people who had gone were being killed. Frances from work, for instance. I'm sure there were others, but I don't remember who they were exactly.

But it was alright, because I had a small souvlaki shop, and four kids. I asked them to dance in a traditional fashion every night for the customers' entertainment, first in a line behind me, and then around the customer. But they got a bit over-enthusiastic and danced out the door, and I never saw them again. Marc Ellis and Matthew Ridge turned up, and told me they would help me instead, but they did a terrible job of making the food, and just ended up taking drugs out of ice-cream containers.

The pita bread never burned. No matter how long I left it in the oven.

I was at home for tea - it was lasagne. I wanted to get to Matt's afterwards though, and Dad was taking forever to make it. Just when we were about to sit down, Myra showed up - apparently we had something of hers. I told her that I was going to be round at her place soon anyway, and she offered to give me a ride after dinner. So we ate, then I trotted off upstairs to retrieve her missing possession, only to find Maria and Erin sitting on my Dad's bedroom floor.

Apparently, they had left my place on Tuesday each wearing a pair of my pants, which they pointed at now. They had returned to give them back. Neither seemed to mind walking out again pantsless.

Matt was thoroughly bored at his house, and suggested he teach me to drive in the snow. On our way we stumbled across Emma (his Emma, the Dutch one), and decided to teach her too. So we found orselves on what was more like a motor-powered sled, going up and down the levels of a carpark. I loved it, and I was really good, except when we got to the top levels, and the snow was more like ice, and the ice was really thin - so thin you could see the grey concrete like there wasn't any ice there at all. But Emma wasn't allowed to go very far with us, she leapt off when she saw her parents waiting in a car, and pretended, no matter how much we called out, that she didn't know us at all.

I woke up as we flew down yet another car ramp.

Welcome, welcome.

As promised, a journal of my dreams, as I dream them. Or, at least, the next day. Imagine if I dreamt I was typing up a dream entry? Okay, this is just getting trippy, I'm going to stop.

Please keep any limbs inside the compartment at all times, and all pets on leashes. The management does not accept responsibility for missing eyeballs. Enjoy!