July 18th9:25 am

Perhaps my dreams are again vying for my attention. Last night, or this morning anyway, I dreamt that I was on a university campus – (p.2) perhaps as a student, perhaps not – and I had killed someone or watched as someone was killed. I think my sense of guilt stemmed from the fact that I’d led the killer to his victim or something – tipped him off about where she was. I think he was a bit nuts. She was guilty of something too, but I’m not sure what. I think she may have even been wheelchair-bound.

I remember that the murder scene actually took place in the form of a flashback. I was running to a hiding place, trying to find one anyway, after the act had been committed, but I didn’t know (the omnipotent me, that is…not the character in the dream) what had happened until the flashback. So the first thing I knew (that I can recall now) of this dream was that I (the character) was getting in elevators and they kept going to the wrong floor or shutting before I could get fully inside – on one of them I was lying down trying to wriggle in while continuously reopening the doors. Blergh!

So anyway, the murder took place in this weird room that looked a bit like an installation, or a room at Sci-Tech or something. FN: Sci-Tech is a sort of science museum/game centre meant to educate children in an adventurous way, here in Perth – it’s fun for adults too I was in there and trying to avoid notice while the killer appeared with his victim. The room was very bare except for big blocks, maybe one or two, that were positioned in the middle I think. The killer clubbed the woman’s head, trying to find the soft spots to kill her quickly. I huddled behind a block. Next thing I knew, I was fleeing. The woman never screamed, only protested with her hands held up a bit, and muttered a few things I can’t recall. It was really quite a sickening scene.

I think I was running because I had put my reputation at uni at severe risk. Duh.

There was another bit of the dream that sticks in my mind – I was, I think, the same character, but I was on trains or trying to get on the correct ones. The train system was really confusing!

(p.3) Anyway – I am currently with Ethalian and Lyn in Tarring, West Sussex, in my very own room. Their house is really nice in a funky sort of way, but it doesn’t compare to them. They are totally awesome. Eth in a way reminds me of Alin, though not physically. He’s tall, wiry, has a nose ring and a hoop earring, and has long, shaggy brown hair. He reminds me a tiny bit of that English guy in Wayne’s World II who was a roadie with Ozzy Osbourne and others. And Eth was a roadie, too!

Lyn is slender and of medium height, with hair past her shoulders. She wears velvet tops (or owns one, at least) and has some close-fitting jeans. She reminds me of Carmella a bit. Both are very easy-going.

They’ve made me feel so at home. Eth is fantastic to talk to about DM stuff. And he says “Taya” properly! TAY-a, not TIE-a! Yay!

On Friday night (the 16th) Sarah and I met Russell. We had just got back from Bath and I had no time to go home and change or “freshen up” as they say (I do hate that saying, though). We met him at Lloyd’s Pub, along the same strip of pubs where the Bar Room Bar is located. I saw him right away as we walked in – black trousers, a black shirt with red or purple bits (you could hardly tell, the colour was very subtle) and absolutely beautiful eyes. He was skinny, and I was reminded of Jason.

We drank and Russ had dinner – a steak – at Lloyd’s. Then we went across the square to a new pub. I can’t remember the name, but it was a cool place. Quieter. We had drinks there too and played pool. I lost. I think Sarah did too. We did get some really awesome shots though, whether you call ‘em flukes or not.

I sort of wish I hadn’t gone to Bath and had just met Russell at (p.4) 1:00 pm. We’d have had more time, that’s all. But I did really enjoy Bath – the free tour went for like 2.5 hours! It’s a really pretty place. So now I’ve seen Layla’s birthplace! FN: Layla is a girl I went to primary school with, and her parents and my parents were friends. She is these days an MC whose music has been played in Triple J

Russell gave me a book of Sophocles’ works. He described it as a mixture of poetry and philosophy. I thought of his own writing and had to tell him, “Sort of like you!” or something. He smiled and said, “Thank you.” The book is beautiful – an old specimen. Sarah was impressed by it, too. Rightfully so!

I hadn’t had dinner so I got pissed from only three drinks. At home later, I spewed into a plastic bag – I had sensed it coming so I got the nearest bag, knowing it was quite a sturdy one. I put my spew in the bin outside. I hope there are no unfortunate accidents when the rubbish men empty it. How embarrassing!

I’m gonna go and brush my hair now. I can hear typing out there – I guess Eth is on the computer. I want my turn! It’s 9:52 am.

10:38 pm

Today we drove, in their tiny little classic MG – I’d call it sunflower yellow in colour – to Brighton, which is apparently renowned for being a big drug-using area. It’s also the second-highest population of gay people. I did see a pair of lesbians while we were walking through the hippy type areas. The place often reminded me of Fremantle with its new ageyness.

I am not going to Kent, as Emma is away and has people house and cat sitting already. I’ve emailed Fiona and asked if I can go back to their place early, but Eth and Lyn have said I can stay here as long as I need. They are so nice! Seriously… They got me a birthday present – the necklace of my choice. I got a stone turtle (quartz, I guess) on a leather cord.

(p.5) I thought Brighton was funny because it’s a popular beachside destination, but nobody swims. Lyn said they do swim if it’s really hot. Today it wasn’t hot really. Only now and then. And it does get a bit muggy.

We had ice creams again. This time I had a caramel thing. With…honeycomb. Twas delish. Eth had Rum’n’Raisin, and Lyn had this mint iceblock thing from the freezer. They paid, of course. I don’t feel that they’re trying to buy my friendship. It’s obvious they’d do this sort of thing for anyone they’d invited here. They’re just plain generous.

Went to Open Diary and left Russell a note. I also wrote an entry. Didn’t really know if I should mention the beautiful eyes or not. I don’t want to get into anything long distance anyway…though I do enjoy our form of flirting. Not sure how that’ll last now that we’ve met. We’ll see I guess.

I’m so tired. Must sleep immediatamonte!

10:57 pm

Ok, I just had to mention that I’m reading the book, Star of the Sea and one sentence starts with “Inevitably Dixon gave him a look.” Is that as clever as I think it is, and therefore unable to be plagiarised? Or can I take “Inevitably Dixon” for my own and make it a character’s name?