Notebook 045 - dream

i woke up in a bed i dont know
my mum walked in just as i woke up
then she walked out tittering to herself saying "i can't believe it. its disgusting. how can he posibly. such a lazy waste. pathetic."
and i got wound up because i hate people talking to themselves as they walk off
so i shouted to her 'whhy do you just fucking say it to me mum. come on!"
then she trailed off and said she'd text it
so i lay in my bed and for some reason imagined photoshopping the words "oh dear, her we go again." on a beach picture
then i woke up and thought shit i need to get my art stuff to carry on with my work
so i ran out the house in pjs and slippers
ran down the street checking my phone all thte time haha
then i ran to the end of the street and thre was this big shop on the corner
a bit like a petrol station
but it had loads backets of stuff ouside with those little neon plaquards on
nice stuff like balls and string and reels of masking tape
i went insside, cant remember how though because everything always stays at the same perspective in my dreams
and went to the corner where there were loads of old books piled on shelves
i went up to it and had a rummage.
found what loooked like a realy nice blank pad but then opened it and it had music score all over it and was pretty much falling apart
it thin and flimsy too
then i saw out of the corner of my eye, my old art teacher
for some reason i began tracing a picture that was on the wall to pretend i was usy
*busy
so he wouldn't say hello or recognise me, even though in real life i think he's ace
i dont know who was in the picture i was tracing but yeah
then i found a white leather book
small, about a5
it was a little scuffed and dirty but still looked pretty new
i opened it up in the middle and there was a page of text with the heading on the back saying something 'printing'
then i flicked back a few pages and it was blank
for about ten pages
then there was a big illustration which was weird
you could see teh dent where it had been pressed onto the page form a block
it was like blue and black and silver
and it was like a collage of victorian patterns and people
but done in a symmetrical style.
then i flicked back a gain
and there was a bit of black paper in it so i pulled it out and folded it out and it was an money note
50 something or other but it was like black suede or really flimsy old paper like fabric
black, with white money print all over it.
so i picked the book up and stood up and thats where my dream ended
me. What a strange and wonderful dream. I wonder what brought it on!