Schrodinger's Cat

Series of dreams

My last day in Australia (this time). Interesting dreams recently – the other night something about some roadworks at a crossroads. Earthmoving machines digging up the concrete and throwing big chunks to the waiting cars, which had scoops attached to the front to catch it. The car in front of me didn’t have one and so the large chunk got thrown and dented the bonnet quite badly. The enraged driver got out, started throwing petrol around and was clearly about to light it. I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction.

Last night there was a fairly long dream where I met Van Morrison, Margaret Atwood and John Cage. Van Morrison didn’t want to talk, saying his work spoke for itself. He was a sculptor as well as a musician – he’d made a huge stone cup. I can’t remember what Margaret Atwood had to say but she lived in a huge floating wooden castle with carvings all around. I had to get there by seaplane. John Cage was in a library – seemed impatient with me.

There was also another one about arriving in a big metropolitan city in Australia, bigger & denser than Melbourne. As new arrivals we had to shake hands and introduce ourselves to each other. There was an unfriendly Aucklander and a blind & deaf woman feeling her way around.

Make of that what you will. This time tomorrow I’ll be flying back across the Tasman. Shorthand class on Monday – euch. The good thing is I don’t have to worry about flat-hunting, as I can move back into my last Wellington flat – same room even. I will have to get a job though – it’s been bothering me recently the thought that my adult life has been pretty much an aimless drift, with a useless BA and a succession of meaningless short term jobs. The thing I’ve stayed focussed on the whole time is the recording music, and so I’ve got this series of albums that (almost) no one listens to. Have to dedicate the rest of the year to (passing shorthand and) getting the music out to a wider audience. Anyway.

The good thing about coming to Australia is realising that it’s here nearby, not far to travel to. We tend to think of New Zealand as very isolated, but there is a whole continent next door which has enough in it to stay interested for a few years. I haven’t remotely exhausted the possibilities of Melbourne yet, let alone the rest of the country. It’s good to think that going back to Wellington, from now on I’ll be there by choice – no need to feel trapped there. On the other hand to go travelling further next year I’ll need to scrape some savings together as this trip has rather depleted them…