Deep Throat In Busy Street

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Dreamt on the night of 23.02.2006

The night before:
Food: Beefburgers & chips.
Drink: Water

The Lion, The Gazelle And The Managing Director

I was working at my desk. Bob came next to me and whispered to me my new password. I asked him why he was speaking in a low voice and he told me that he didn’t want Jeremy to hear my password. Then he unfolded a piece of paper. On the paper were written two different addresses. One was an address of some remote place in England while the other one was of a place in Charlotte Street, New York. Bob told me that I had to go to one of the two destinations as part of my job and that he was to decide where to send me. My mind was screaming “NEW YORK, NEW YORK”. He chose England.

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I found myself at my previous job. I was visiting one of my notorious ex-clients - a hot-tempered, loud managing director with the manners of a baboon. He owns a famous Maltese company that imports food stuffs. I was having a shower in the middle of his office. The closed shower cubicle had three opaque panels with wooden frames. My girlfriend was just outside the shower. She was holding the shampoo for me. The shampoo was actually cheap hand wash (blue). I was commenting to my girlfriend on how the hand wash could damage my scalp.

My friend Adrian was there. He was talking to the director and he was trying to buy a car from him. They were standing in the same office just outside my shower cubicle. In the background I could listen to Adrian talking to the director about what kind of car he wanted. Adrian was telling him that he wanted a car similar to the one he already owns, an Opel Astra. The director exclaimed with much drama, as he would, that Opel Astras aren’t good cars and that their gearboxes are shite. He then came up to my cubicle and asked me to confirm this. “What a cunt!” I said to myself.

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I found myself on an outdoor film set. Rumours were running around amongst the crew that there was a homeless man on the set with no fingers on one hand who could train small animals like cats, birds and mice. I was wandering around aimlessly until I came to an open place in which there were a number of benches arranged after each other (just like in a church). Some extras were sitting on these benches. Behind the last bench was the homeless man. He looked old and dirty. He was wearing a long and ragged coat. Small birds were flying around him and other small animals like mice, badgers and snakes were going in and out of his pockets and sleeves.

At the side of this open area was footballer-turned-actor Vinnie Jones. He was sitting down on a chair and he had a grumpy look on his face. The homeless man approached Vinnie Jones and asked him if he wanted to play with some of his pets. Vinnie Jones accepted his offer. The homeless man raised his arms in front of him. Two kittens emerged from out of the homeless man’s collar and ran on his arms onto Vinnie Jones’ hands.

People gathered around, watching Vinnie Jones as he played with these two kittens. Suddenly, the kittens turned into lions. A gazelle emerged from nowhere in between Vinnie Jones’s legs. The lions pinned the gazelle down and held her there. The crowd was astonished by the scene – Vinnie Jones sitting down, a restless gazelle in front of him between his legs and a lion on each side holding the gazelle down. Vinnie Jones tried to get up but he couldn’t because of this trio of wild animals.

A third, bigger lion appeared in front of Vinnie Jones. This was the leader of the pack. The other two lions were holding the gazelle down so that the lion king could eat her. The lion king moved calmly towards the gazelle and stood in front of her. He then placed his mouth just in front of the gazelle’s mouth and started brushing his mouth against hers. The gazelle was terrified. She was doing to her best to try to escape but the other two lions were doing a very good job of holding her down. Then the lion king opened his mouth and enclosed the gazelle’s mouth within his. I was a bit puzzled as to why the lion was doing this but then it struck me that the lion was only prolonging the time before taking a bite of the gazelle’s head. The lion king was torturing the gazelle with mind games before devouring her. “What an evil, ruthless creature!” I thought.

I was waiting for the ugly moment at which the lion king would snap his mouth shut over the gazelle’s mouth, when the lion moved his head back. He then moved his head forward again and once again began brushing his mouth against the gazelle’s. I suddenly realized what was really happening. The lion was actually kissing the gazelle! He was physically attracted to the gazelle and was developing lustful feelings and, I daresay, love for the gazelle!! The lion moved back and started shaking his head in distress. The other two lions were still holding the gazelle down as their king stood in front of the gazelle, torn between his carnivorous instinctive desire to eat the gazelle and his newly-developed feelings of love and lust towards the same animal. Everyone was amazed at this spectacle. That is, everyone except for Vinnie Jones who couldn’t move in between the two lions and was getting seriously pissed off with the whole thing.

Then the unthinkable happened. The gazelle lunged forwards and kissed the lion several times. The gazelle too had developed feelings for the lion! As the gazelle kissed the lion I could hear music in the background – the kind of overboard strings piece you’d hear at the climax of a movie of some soppy love story. By now all eyes were transfixed on the two animals. Suddenly the gazelle freed itself from the other two lions’ clutches and went dashing off at lightening speed behind the benches and through a gate at the other side of the open space. The gate led to “another world”, a Narnia-esque landscape full of snowy mountains. As the gazelle's figure vanished into the distance I heard the powerful roar of the lion king, a roar full of love, sadness, lust and anger. The lion then ran through the gate after the gazelle into this “other world”. One could sense that this was only the beginning ...

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Dreamt on the night of 18.02.2006

The night before:
Food: Vegetable soup and baked rice.
Drink: Red wine.

My Girlfriend's Prisoners

We were moving by a low rubble wall at the edge of a field. I was using a kalashnikov gun to keep my prisoners under control. My prisoners were two old women all dressed in black. They wore black shawls over their heads. They were crawling on their knees in front of me while I was shouting orders at them, urging them to keep on moving forward. They were constantly crying and screaming. At regular intervals, the two prisoners stopped to lift their heads at the sky and wave their hands in the air, screaming words that I couldn’t understand. I just waved my gun at them, ordered them to shut up and kept on moving forward, doing my best to sound as mean and angry as possible. And angry I sure was - their shouting was doing my head in. I was growing very impatient with them.

At some point the women stopped and turned to look at something in the rubble wall. They fell quiet. Silence. My head was already feeling better. I walked up to see what they were looking at and saw two identical glass bowls in the rubble wall. There was an inscription on each of them which said: “IF I HEAR AS MUCH AS A WHIMPER FROM YOU I WILL SHRED YOU TO PIECES”. This threat was directed towards the women and they knew it. From then onwards they just walked in front of me without saying a word.

We finally arrived at my girlfriend’s house. The old women were my girlfriend’s prisoners really and I was just delivering them to my girlfriend because she had asked me to. As soon as they entered into the house they metamorphosed into a married, middle-aged couple. One of the women turned into a big man with short brown hair. He was wearing a black tuxedo and his hobby was target shooting. The other old woman turned into a different, younger woman with short, chestnut hair. She looked pudgy but she kept her back straight and I somehow got the impression that she was very fit. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and an ugly-looking sweater, one of those “Christmas sweaters” with a myriad of colours. She was a professional footballer.

My relationship with this couple was still of the “captor-captives” kind but it was a much more relaxed affair now. I didn’t have the gun anymore. I welcomed them into my girlfriend’s house as they walked in through the front door. I handed them a red carnation each. The man wore the flower in the front pocket of his jacket. Likewise, the woman wore her flower on her sweater.

My girlfriend wasn’t in at the time. I decided to put the prisoners in her room. This was a very small room containing a bed (deep blue sheets), a chair, a table and some shelves (white). There was very little space to move around. On the table there was a TV set which was showing a football game. I apologized to them for the fact that there was only one single bed and assured them that another bed would be provided.

The man sat on the bed while the woman took the chair. I sat on the bed next to the man. We did some small talk and watched the game. After a while I heard my girlfriend in the living room. She had come back. I shouted out to her that the prisoners needed another bed. I heard her complaining from the living room but I couldn’t understand what she saying. I left the room and started walking towards the living room when I bumped into her. She was visibly angry. “Can you please give me a break!?! I just came in and I need to rest for a while!” she said in an irritated tone. I bit my tongue and thought “That’s gratitude for you”.

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Dreamt on the night of 08.02.2006

The night before:
Food: Cod with lemon & roast potatoes
Drink: Water

Doughnuts And Dreams

I bought a bag of doughnuts. They were small ring doughnuts just like the ones Greggs have. I walked up to my group of friends. As I opened the bag of doughnuts I could already feel Michael eyeing them. His mouth was watering. I kept myself at a safe distance from him.

I pulled Thomas by the sleeve and dragged him out of the group and started telling him about my dreams. “Bħal meta taqbad ir-ritratti kollha li għandek minn meta kont is-sekondarja sa meta kont is-“sixth form” … imbaghad magħhom tixħet xeba ritratti oħra li m'għandhomx x’jaqsmu ta’ nies li m'għandekx ideja min huma … imbagħad tħallathom flimkien waħda sew u tuzhom biex tipprova toħrog b’xi forma ta’ storja grotteska … xi kultant hekk qisu il-ħolm tiegħi.”

Michael started to edge closer to me, his greedy eyes set firmly on my bag of doughnuts.

“Eżatt! EŻATT!!!” said Thomas.

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Dreamt on the night of 31.01.2006

The night before:
Food: Penne with smoked salmon, fresh cream & chilli.
Drink: Gin & tonic.