Recurring Dreams in my Life
January 27
The three places that I return to in my dreams include a big old house that looks like an institution sometimes, a tropical reef and a narrow, winding river in the bush….Middle Cove or thereabouts.
Sandy I was going to tell you about my dream house first but instead I shall tell you about the tropical reef…coz I went there last night. Danton was there…I was horrified because he was not the only one visiting the reef on this particular location. A big old crocodile just happened to be there as well…I was so scared for Danton because he didn’t care. For a start he was lying on a very small sandbank with his back to the croc.
At one point he got up and gave the croc a hug or rather wrapped his arms around its head. He swam back to shore after that with the crocodile following him and me following the crocodile…then I woke up.
About my dream house…one part of consists of a long hallway with four large bedrooms either side of it. They have the appearance of faded mouldy grandeur….the carpets are all richly patterned and there are double beds…four poster style in each room…there is an overpowering smell of mould and dust and emptiness.
Another part of the house resembles part of a house that both you and I once occupied in the Forrest…the dining room which I have sequestered as my bedroom. Another part contains a guest wing which is sometimes occupied by friends that I don’t know at all in this life…but friends I know very well, nevertheless, coz we have adventures together from time to time.
Yet another wing of this house is so old and dilapidated that just walking through it is dangerous in the extreme…and it is always dark. In some places the floorboards are so rotted away you can see the basement below where the lion lives.
The whole wing, which is really just one very large room, is filled with furniture and other things…all in a dilapidated state. The kitchen is at the end of this of one very large room and beyond that water.
Sometimes… when I find myself in there creeping around trying not to disturb the lion…it disturbs me…like taking swipes at my foot when it goes through the floorboards or else it will amble by ever so nonchalantly. To evade capture I press myself against the wall or hide behind a chair or some other bit of furniture and hold my breath. As it passes me he (yes it is a he) flicks his tail which always just misses me by a whisker…as if to say ‘I know your there you big buffoon’.
San Juan De Ortega…another extract from Sandy Parkers' Journal
May 2 2010
“This was my favourite place on the Camino. My accomplice Rob Millroy and I arrived there at 9.30 in the evening after the longest longest day of walking…28 kilometers I think. I am so fit…I have been walking all day and I feel fine.
The albergue at San Juan Ortega is a thirteenth century monastery and the most amazing place we have stayed in so far. After dumping our back packs on our beds in the dorm we went to the local bar to get something for dinner. I ordered an egg sandwich which turned out to be a roll of ginormous size with omelet in it…no way could I eat that much bread so I discarded the roll and just ate the egg.
‘We live in a Beautiful World’ by Cold Play was playing on the radio and it lifted my spirits. I used to sing that song on the Camino but I had not heard it in my head for over a week…not since leaving the Pyrenees.
I went to bed on the top bunk that night that night…Rob on the top bunk next to me but I could not sleep. Rob wasn’t sleeping either. I had this idea that things might improve if we swapped beds so that I was sleeping on top of a man and he on top of a woman…and it worked like a dream. Within minutes we were snoring our heads off…knowing me and knowing Rob.
We left San Juan de Ortega about nine the next day but not before leaving crystal offerings.
At Atapuerca we met up with met Wolfgang…the second Wolfgang I should add…and had a nice chat. Saw Patrice again, the Italian lady with a leg injury, we met that morning at St Juan de Ortega.
I purchased three figurines at the shop in Atapuerca – a Neanderthal man and woman holding a baby and a sabre tooth lion…the man had a spear but when I got home and unwrapped it the spear was missing…so he’s got a toothpick instead…still it works and it’s a perfect fit.
All this stuff…the rocks…the figurines and some clothes I sent back to Australia… I could not carry them all Sandy. When next I walk the Camino I am not collecting anything…maybe one tiny rock… but that’s it.
Near Burgos a major city in the north of Spain I kept on seeing rocks and stones in the shape of maps of Australia and dead grey aliens…or were they babies…this was on the outskirts of the city…the industrial heart land as it were. I pocketed some of these rocks to add to my collection. I was wearing army style pants with pockets down the side and this was where I put them…that way I would not have to bear the weight of them in my back pack. I already had too many rocks as it was.
Upon our arrival in Burgos, we decide to spoil ourselves and stay in a hotel…couldn’t find the albergue in any case. There were flashing signs on billboards everywhere advertising the erroneous proposition that Burgos had more than fifty hotels. Well we walked for two hours around that city looking for a hotel…by this time my back was aching from the pack and my feet were covered in blisters…beating the pavement in a big city is far more grueling that walking through a forest…Sandy!
Passed two bars with the same name… El Horno and two funeral parlours…but still not hotel.
Passers by told us that most of the hotels in the city had been converted into apartment blocks. No one knew of the existence of any hotels at all…Sandy. I just could not believe it…of all the cities and towns we passed through we never once had that problem and the irony of it…the sheer weirdness and ridiculousness of it…is that the city was full of billboards flashing signs advertising the non fact that it had more than fifty hotels in it. I was incredulous Sandy…
Finally…around nightfall we found a little hotel called the Marie Luis and booked in for two nights. Too weird.
Can you imagine eating a burger that has four different kinds of half cooked meat in it as well as egg. That was dinner that night purchased at a nearby pub…horrible… I threw most of it out and I was hungry.
Burgos was definitely not the highlight of our pilgrimage…more like a shock introduction into reptilian society.
The next day leaving Burgos…I found a rock with an N on one side and a half face on the other…a little further on…I found another rock with the other half of the face on it. Strange but true.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Bloody Leeches falling from the Sky
Hi Ho Sandy…19th of January or thereabouts
Sandy do you remember telling me about the big red truck that smashed into Lily and Rob on the high planes…of Spain…It was the year 2010…it was weird because they didn’t know it had actually happened…they thought that a big red truck had missed them by a whisker…Sandy felt the wind rush by but that’s about it.
As it happens I am in possession of diary belonging to a certain Sandy Parker… I found out that Sandy/you has Venus, Mars and Mercury all in the star sign of Leo, but her/your sun sign is in Cancer which is a weird combo if you ask me…but you didn’t...as it happens I have that exact same combo. How about that!
Here is an excerpt from her diary…May 1 2010
Bloody Leeches Falling from the Sky
“We walked from Villamayor Del Rio today. It is raining. Stopped for a snack in Belarado. At 6.15 that evening exactly we reached the top of the first of three hills…our destination…St Juan de Ortega.
Approximately 13 kilometers from Villafranca Montes de Oca, as we were walking through woodlands there was the strangest occurrence…bloody leeches falling from the sky. They were everywhere Lily…it was totally disgusting…there was blood all over the ground. I got blood all over my shoes from stepping on them and it was virtually impossible not to. Where were they coming from? Perhaps they were falling out of the trees that overhung the path…I thought maybe they were climbing up the trees and feeding on baby birds or something.
I had a nightmarish thought on the way up the mountain. I kept on seeing myself being hit by a truck. This feeling was so vivid and so real I could hardly believe it was in my imagination. Oh it was awful Lily! There was blood and gore splattered all over the road…I wondered if it had anything to do with my imaginings about running into traffic when I am feel distraught…but I was not distraught at the time Lily…I was enjoying my elf.
I have been thinking about the last four men in my life or rather the last four lovers of my personage.
The first one…after the last lot - Pedro – my ex-husband - was like jumping into warm water that gets cold very quickly. My second lover after that - Crag the Evil Carpenter- was like jumping into hot water and then jumping out again real quick. The third one Antoin – the Italian green grocer and the most notorious ladies man in his own establishment – was like jumping into a frying pan and being cooked real slow like…and the fourth my current beau was like jumping into a fire and being… at first…scared and then very nicely warmed by the glow of it…coz guess what…he’s from another planet.
At the top of the hill near where I had just been walking I started to wander if the dinosaurs really did die out…this was before my meeting with Estella the Lizard Queen. I think!
I had this feeling that most of them stayed behind and occupied the fourth dimension or rather control it. It appears this happened during or just before or just after the iron age…depending on what direction one is traveling in.
In my dream house there is a lion…
Sandy do you remember telling me about the big red truck that smashed into Lily and Rob on the high planes…of Spain…It was the year 2010…it was weird because they didn’t know it had actually happened…they thought that a big red truck had missed them by a whisker…Sandy felt the wind rush by but that’s about it.
As it happens I am in possession of diary belonging to a certain Sandy Parker… I found out that Sandy/you has Venus, Mars and Mercury all in the star sign of Leo, but her/your sun sign is in Cancer which is a weird combo if you ask me…but you didn’t...as it happens I have that exact same combo. How about that!
Here is an excerpt from her diary…May 1 2010
Bloody Leeches Falling from the Sky
“We walked from Villamayor Del Rio today. It is raining. Stopped for a snack in Belarado. At 6.15 that evening exactly we reached the top of the first of three hills…our destination…St Juan de Ortega.
Approximately 13 kilometers from Villafranca Montes de Oca, as we were walking through woodlands there was the strangest occurrence…bloody leeches falling from the sky. They were everywhere Lily…it was totally disgusting…there was blood all over the ground. I got blood all over my shoes from stepping on them and it was virtually impossible not to. Where were they coming from? Perhaps they were falling out of the trees that overhung the path…I thought maybe they were climbing up the trees and feeding on baby birds or something.
I had a nightmarish thought on the way up the mountain. I kept on seeing myself being hit by a truck. This feeling was so vivid and so real I could hardly believe it was in my imagination. Oh it was awful Lily! There was blood and gore splattered all over the road…I wondered if it had anything to do with my imaginings about running into traffic when I am feel distraught…but I was not distraught at the time Lily…I was enjoying my elf.
I have been thinking about the last four men in my life or rather the last four lovers of my personage.
The first one…after the last lot - Pedro – my ex-husband - was like jumping into warm water that gets cold very quickly. My second lover after that - Crag the Evil Carpenter- was like jumping into hot water and then jumping out again real quick. The third one Antoin – the Italian green grocer and the most notorious ladies man in his own establishment – was like jumping into a frying pan and being cooked real slow like…and the fourth my current beau was like jumping into a fire and being… at first…scared and then very nicely warmed by the glow of it…coz guess what…he’s from another planet.
At the top of the hill near where I had just been walking I started to wander if the dinosaurs really did die out…this was before my meeting with Estella the Lizard Queen. I think!
I had this feeling that most of them stayed behind and occupied the fourth dimension or rather control it. It appears this happened during or just before or just after the iron age…depending on what direction one is traveling in.
In my dream house there is a lion…
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The War of the Ancient Mummies
January 14 2013
Dear Sandy, I am writing to you today with the purpose of giving you my take on the war in Kanak.
January 16 2013
Oh Lily…this is such a hard chapter to write due to my crazy mixed up feelings about the situation…you know what that is like don’t you…
You could say I have an extreme case of writer block!
So maybe I should start in Japan…origin and location of my own unique mummy saga situation.
When I was six years old, I left Australia…where I had been living in my Grandfathers house. We had been there approximately one year…having moved there from Paris…location of my first astral projections.
So off I went to live in Japan with my parents ‘the Right Off Dishonourable Marine and Dabios Baronetts. Dabiois thinks he’s a hero because he threw the first rock…which, by the way, landed not on Golden Horns Head…but on the head of poor lil Goldenhair…his own daughter…whom he considered along with her little brother…Simoney… to be right offs…but that is another story…a sad one too.
The Year was 1966…the year I met Astro Boy…oh before I forget…I should mention that it was lil Goldenhair who threw the biggest rock…at an Easter Island Statute.. no less.
So liddle Lilly was a happy little thing…always happily playing with her liddle brother in vacant lots and old abandoned houses and theatres full of pigeons and cobwebs.
Sometimes they would be gone for hours and hours…all day and maybe all night but Marine and Dabios never seemed to notice when they were missing or even if they were missing so consumed were they by their own interests and activities in their own dubious spheres of self-importance and missed opportunities.
Poor liddle Lily…first off she was expelled from her school through no fault of her own but because Dabios trained his children to always take the blame for everyone else’s fuckups including his own and Marines, they were blamed and eventually dammed.
It’s all your fault, he used to say a hundred times in one day! Needless to say poor liddle Lily got used to copping the blame for their fuckups…and everyone else’s… and began to think it was normal. Somehow she got the idea that is was a noble and righteous thing to say ‘I did it’ even when she didn’t do ‘it’…and later on this specific personality trait came in very handy when the reptilians finally took control of the world…and ofcourse Marine and Dabios could do nothing about it since they were…both of them…ancient mummies.
Poor liddle Lily had to endure two abduction attempts on her personage during those crazy mummy days…she managed to evade being captured by two Japanese men who tried to drag her off in their car on one of the days she had been locked out of the house…but not the other.
On this other occasion…she was inside the house…it was very scary because it was the middle of the night…
So what happened was this…a mummys hand came in through the window and the next thing poor liddle Lilly remembered was being inside a room or should I say spaceship…she was lying on a slab…of course…there were two other slabs in the room both of which were occupied…well this little wizened looking alien type of Asian person who looked suspiciously like a certain ex Singaporean Prime Minister…a connection she made much later….came over to examine her…insides…hence her lifelong phobia re dissections and the like…
Poor liddle Lily got very sick and scared after that with constant asthma attacks and fears about the dark…curtains not being shut properly ect…. The curtains had to be drawn in such a way as to reveal no glimpses of the night sky ever…if there was so much as the tiniest, tiniest gap, she would freak.
Around about that time Dabios became obsessed about ‘us’ upsetting Marine’…If Simoney or liddle Lily argued and upset Marine, he would freak.
Basically anything that upset Marine would make him go ballistic…and she was always upset. If they talked or giggled at the dinner table, they would get punched in the head. If they didn’t eat all their meat…he would shove it down their throats…oh the horrors Sandy…
Anyhoos…things got worse when Marine was not there…like when she went to hospital to have another baby…because Dabois would do the cooking…usually boiled meat full of what I can only describe as baked white veins, it was impossible to chew Sandy!
To be continued….
Dear Sandy, I am writing to you today with the purpose of giving you my take on the war in Kanak.
January 16 2013
Oh Lily…this is such a hard chapter to write due to my crazy mixed up feelings about the situation…you know what that is like don’t you…
You could say I have an extreme case of writer block!
So maybe I should start in Japan…origin and location of my own unique mummy saga situation.
When I was six years old, I left Australia…where I had been living in my Grandfathers house. We had been there approximately one year…having moved there from Paris…location of my first astral projections.
So off I went to live in Japan with my parents ‘the Right Off Dishonourable Marine and Dabios Baronetts. Dabiois thinks he’s a hero because he threw the first rock…which, by the way, landed not on Golden Horns Head…but on the head of poor lil Goldenhair…his own daughter…whom he considered along with her little brother…Simoney… to be right offs…but that is another story…a sad one too.
The Year was 1966…the year I met Astro Boy…oh before I forget…I should mention that it was lil Goldenhair who threw the biggest rock…at an Easter Island Statute.. no less.
So liddle Lilly was a happy little thing…always happily playing with her liddle brother in vacant lots and old abandoned houses and theatres full of pigeons and cobwebs.
Sometimes they would be gone for hours and hours…all day and maybe all night but Marine and Dabios never seemed to notice when they were missing or even if they were missing so consumed were they by their own interests and activities in their own dubious spheres of self-importance and missed opportunities.
Poor liddle Lily…first off she was expelled from her school through no fault of her own but because Dabios trained his children to always take the blame for everyone else’s fuckups including his own and Marines, they were blamed and eventually dammed.
It’s all your fault, he used to say a hundred times in one day! Needless to say poor liddle Lily got used to copping the blame for their fuckups…and everyone else’s… and began to think it was normal. Somehow she got the idea that is was a noble and righteous thing to say ‘I did it’ even when she didn’t do ‘it’…and later on this specific personality trait came in very handy when the reptilians finally took control of the world…and ofcourse Marine and Dabios could do nothing about it since they were…both of them…ancient mummies.
Poor liddle Lily had to endure two abduction attempts on her personage during those crazy mummy days…she managed to evade being captured by two Japanese men who tried to drag her off in their car on one of the days she had been locked out of the house…but not the other.
On this other occasion…she was inside the house…it was very scary because it was the middle of the night…
So what happened was this…a mummys hand came in through the window and the next thing poor liddle Lilly remembered was being inside a room or should I say spaceship…she was lying on a slab…of course…there were two other slabs in the room both of which were occupied…well this little wizened looking alien type of Asian person who looked suspiciously like a certain ex Singaporean Prime Minister…a connection she made much later….came over to examine her…insides…hence her lifelong phobia re dissections and the like…
Poor liddle Lily got very sick and scared after that with constant asthma attacks and fears about the dark…curtains not being shut properly ect…. The curtains had to be drawn in such a way as to reveal no glimpses of the night sky ever…if there was so much as the tiniest, tiniest gap, she would freak.
Around about that time Dabios became obsessed about ‘us’ upsetting Marine’…If Simoney or liddle Lily argued and upset Marine, he would freak.
Basically anything that upset Marine would make him go ballistic…and she was always upset. If they talked or giggled at the dinner table, they would get punched in the head. If they didn’t eat all their meat…he would shove it down their throats…oh the horrors Sandy…
Anyhoos…things got worse when Marine was not there…like when she went to hospital to have another baby…because Dabois would do the cooking…usually boiled meat full of what I can only describe as baked white veins, it was impossible to chew Sandy!
To be continued….
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Panther Puss
Panther Puss is not well
Since my arrival back here I noticed that Panther Puss has been acting strangely…spraying and such like…I will keep you updated on that matter and also the matter of her skin condition.
I saw Sabrina today…the other black cat…did you know she has a new job selling mattresses. Just so you know OK.
Ok… Panther Puss has quite a reputation…as if you didn’t know…first she follows me everywhere I go regardless of the destination. She leaves puddles and mossy rocks in conspicuous places…and blue green algae… and then wonders why I don’t want to play with her or pander to her whims.
Dearest Sandy….January 7, 2013
Am I going mad…I was so worried about Panther Puss following severe scratch attack and ongoing infection I decided to seek medical attention. First off…I wasn’t expecting a referral to a vet…so when I very kindly asked the receptionist whether another type of Doctor may be off assistance…these were her suggestions…an Indian Princess, A Goat, a herbal vending machine or a Lizard Doctor…I was incredulous…I said…”so that’s it…that’s the only choice”. I was completely mystified Sandy….what would you suggest?
I asked the receptionist this very same question and you know what she said??? The Goat!!. Sandy…am I going mad or is everyone in this town more loopy that you obviously are.
I was dumbfounded…finally she says to me…”well there is one other type of medical establishment you could try… The Wildlife Search and Rescue Organisation’’…what the…???
So yesterdays with bushfires raging all around me…I took her to the aforementioned place.
The wildlife Doc…and by the way Panther Puss was not his only patient that day - an emergency operation was being conducted on a blue tongue lizard…that had been attacked by a wild dog.
“You’ve come to the right place”, the Doctor said…”we look after wild cats and wild dogs along with their victims in this establishment”.
He asked me…”How long had it been since Panther Puss has eaten”, and then I remembered…Panther Puss does not eat…or rather not in my living memory…in any case. Then he weighed her…”she weighs exactly 24 grams, he said….Gosh that’s not much at all”, I thought.
“Oh my GOSH!!!...you misunderstood”, he said in a rather patronizing tone. “That’s how much the fungus weighs”, not Panther Puss.
Since my arrival back here I noticed that Panther Puss has been acting strangely…spraying and such like…I will keep you updated on that matter and also the matter of her skin condition.
I saw Sabrina today…the other black cat…did you know she has a new job selling mattresses. Just so you know OK.
Ok… Panther Puss has quite a reputation…as if you didn’t know…first she follows me everywhere I go regardless of the destination. She leaves puddles and mossy rocks in conspicuous places…and blue green algae… and then wonders why I don’t want to play with her or pander to her whims.
Dearest Sandy….January 7, 2013
Am I going mad…I was so worried about Panther Puss following severe scratch attack and ongoing infection I decided to seek medical attention. First off…I wasn’t expecting a referral to a vet…so when I very kindly asked the receptionist whether another type of Doctor may be off assistance…these were her suggestions…an Indian Princess, A Goat, a herbal vending machine or a Lizard Doctor…I was incredulous…I said…”so that’s it…that’s the only choice”. I was completely mystified Sandy….what would you suggest?
I asked the receptionist this very same question and you know what she said??? The Goat!!. Sandy…am I going mad or is everyone in this town more loopy that you obviously are.
I was dumbfounded…finally she says to me…”well there is one other type of medical establishment you could try… The Wildlife Search and Rescue Organisation’’…what the…???
So yesterdays with bushfires raging all around me…I took her to the aforementioned place.
The wildlife Doc…and by the way Panther Puss was not his only patient that day - an emergency operation was being conducted on a blue tongue lizard…that had been attacked by a wild dog.
“You’ve come to the right place”, the Doctor said…”we look after wild cats and wild dogs along with their victims in this establishment”.
He asked me…”How long had it been since Panther Puss has eaten”, and then I remembered…Panther Puss does not eat…or rather not in my living memory…in any case. Then he weighed her…”she weighs exactly 24 grams, he said….Gosh that’s not much at all”, I thought.
“Oh my GOSH!!!...you misunderstood”, he said in a rather patronizing tone. “That’s how much the fungus weighs”, not Panther Puss.
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