Schrodinger's Cat

dreaming in colour

The story I wrote for the Kapiti Observer on Thursday is going to be the front page lead on Monday - not bad for a first day back, completely out of practice. I didn't think it was a great story, but I suppose it's topical - local reactions to the Labour Party's proposal to make student loans interest free. The Whitireia students were surprisingly noncommital.

Of the newspapers I've worked on (Kapiti Observer, Wairarapa Times Age and Taieri Herald), Kapiti Observer would be easily my favourite as a workplace environment. Whether they'll have any job openings towards the end of the year is another question entirely.

And shorthand still feels totally unnatural.

Odd dreams the last few nights - I've noticed they seem to come in series, nothing for weeks and then several over consecutive nights. Last night was one about being in an army, several of us crawling with backpacks along a hillside trying to avoid gunfire. Very suspenseful. Luckily it turned out to be only a training exercise. There was also something in there about falling off a ladder.

The night before there was a dream about my flatmate Joe getting badly scalded all over by steam off a pipe. I had to put him in a bathtub and run cold water over him.

And the night before that was a rather enjoyable erotic dream involving me and a sexy woman in a red dress. No one I know from real life (or the media). The subconscious playing with archetypes presumably? And it does confirm that, unlike a lot of people apparently, I dream in colour...

Postscript: Sunday

Another dream last night, set at Bar Bodega (the new one). There was a gig involving Fran Mountfort - she handed her cello down to the audience so people could unravel and dance with it like a big wooden hula hoop. When it got to me I gave it back to Fran, saying I didn't want to risk damaging it.

Then Cecil Taylor did a set, and finished off by explaining to the audience about his bowel movements and how they become more difficult as one gets older. "The pie from the other day is just arriving"...

Post-postscript: Monday

Another one - five in a row. This time something about Douglas Adams having been a cartoonist working for Benito Mussolini. Then something about me arriving by airship in Australia - floating low over huge fruit trees with grapefruit the size of watermelons...

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