Spies in the Station Toilets (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: December 14, 1998

Lyssa Wakes Me Again

Lyssa hung up the phone rudely when I told her to shut up while talking shit about something. This gave me the chance to sleep once again but as I got close to deep sleep Lyssa rang back five minutes later. This time I was very pissed off and as Lyssa told me she was bored I went off at her once again for calling me while I was sleeping. This time she hung up the phone on me again and I’m not sure why.

It was after this that I went back to sleep because the day was heralding me boredom and stress and in this time did I dream again which I am about to recite. Through this dream I was woken up once again and these are probably the reasons I remembered my dreams but I don’t think so, they are contributing factors. In actual fact I reminded myself in my dreams to remind myself to remember the dreams and I did.

Back in the Classroom

The second dream started with me actually sitting back in class as I felt like I was back in year 4. Mr. Baker would have been my teacher and we were working on a module at school. There were a couple of questions on the bottom of the page that all led to a bubble at the top of the page, sort of like an illustration. The bubble itself had a question and it had to do with the Queen and explaining her meaning.

There was a girl sitting next to me and as I looked at her for some help as she was my friend I started to remember that I didn’t really like school work. Sticking my hand up the teacher asked me what was wrong and I asked him “Does the Queen have to be made a real person in our answer or could it be anything like the queen of doors or the queen dirt.”

The teacher started to laugh at me and then basically told me that only I would come up with that sort of ludicrous question and showed me on a computer diagram how lame I was. There would be high and low graphs for my lameness over the past few days and the girl had to be like a little ant on the screen guiding it’s rope over and under my lame bars to join them together.

The Fight in the Dream

As the bars on the game became more ludicrous and high the girl defended me but the class was now in on laughing. There I sat content with not getting angry saying that if I was this bad the class made up for the other half of the graph. When the graph was over humiliating me I walked back to my seat which was now for some reason outside. There were four people that sat down, me, the girl that I liked, the guy that I was opposing in the graph and his friend.

Because I had a hate for him because he made me look bad in the graph and he had a hate for me we started verbally abusing each other. Now remember we were only young in this dream, around 11 years old. Jumping out of our seats I challenged him to a fight and as his slightly larger body laid one or two into me I remember his punches were light and meaningless on my body.

In my dream it was hard to punch back as it usually is in all other dreams but I started to lay some punches into him and that is when Lyssa rang me a second time. Complaining once again that I was sleeping Lyssa tried defending her calling me by telling me it was almost 2:00 p.m. but I didn’t care that much, I wanted to sleep. Lyssa and I only shared a couple of words because I told her I would call her when I woke up.

A couple of minutes after Lyssa’s call I woke up anyway and here I am writing on my computer. Egged on by my dreams and angered by Lyssa having ruined my two dreams and stressed my sleep I am here, writing on this Diary. Now I might as well give her a call despite the good it won’t achieve and after that I’ll get back to here to explain in chronology my Saturday night and beyond.

Monday 2:54 p.m.

Storm Clouds Grumble

The clouds do circle, preparing for their unleashing of rain after such a day of serenaded heat. A day in which I only saw of part and the other part in sleep. That would explain why I sweated lightly upon my bed, the weather was around 34 degrees today but now with both my parents out without me knowing where I prepare and gladly await this change of weather. These grumbling tummies of the clouds show that they too are hungry and starved they are so much that they shall begin to cry.

Maybe that is also why they are so pale in color in comparison to the beauty the sun doth shine upon the heavens and sometimes feeds them generously with his gilding light. Anon, the clouds, they speak now of hunger as they softly begin to weep of their grumbling stomachs. And for this they must blame someone and what better to blame the helpless rather than a more powerful force. Thus, clouds do unleash their hideous lightning upon us to show they cry in anger and clash with vengeance.

Dreading the Saturday Entry

I’ve been putting off writing about Saturday night for a couple of entries now and the only reason for that is because it would be such a long entry and I wouldn’t know where to start.

It annoys me and stresses me when I know I have action to write about and it was a good night but just a damn long one and now, I have to write about my Sunday night with Lyssa so that just tops the cake that tops the cake decoration. Anyway, I’m going to try and begin of my Saturday night in the next paragraph and as I smell the water drying the boiling asphalt from the suns fury I shall reminisce upon that day.

Well, let me start in this heightened mood as my music plays and I have but half an hour or just a bit over until I have to head off for the Gym. Obviously I won’t get the whole night and the next finished but I’ll do a good enough job now not to be so bummed about it the second time around. My Saturday night after my Diary entry started with me heading to Ralf’s house around 9:15 p.m.

Just before I had called him while he was getting ready at Keith’s house and if it wasn’t for this call then I probably wouldn’t have showed up. Ralf informed me that everyone was meeting at his house so leaving at the time I did I arrived there at 9:30 p.m. Walking to his front door I realized that no one’s car was there yet and I thought they had all left without me. Knocking on the door I heard a voice and I realized that most of them were inside.

Brown Shoes and Old Chess Mates

Walking into Ralf’s house around 9:30 p.m. on Saturday I sat down as Keith informed me that he had brought the shoes that I would be wearing for the night as Karl still has my black dress shoes. They were old, brown and tacky looking but hey, I had to wear something. Tatton, Shawn and Keith were already at Ralf’s house and then Binh showed up with Tyler and another guy that I used to play Chess with at school.

This used to be around year 8 that we used to play because I wasn’t socially active with the rest of them. Thinking that I would get thirsty while dancing I asked to replenish my water levels as Ralf poured me a drink. As everyone got ready we waited upon Lucas who was also supposed to come down with us. When he finally arrived he was still in his work uniform and told us that he would have to finish work which would be in an hour and then he would come.

Walking to the Station

We were contemplating taking people in cars and we were also contemplating taking a train. At first I wanted to drive in and it almost happened but Ralf was insisting on catching a train so we all started walking towards the station. On the way we noticed two girls on the other side of the road and seeing one of them was tall and lanky looking we all realized it was Phoenix.

They were both heading to Sofia’s house but somehow they ended up beating us to Campbelltown and eventually sitting down on the seats near the crossing of Queen Street. They intentionally turned around to beat us to Campbelltown and then they finally arrived at the station where we were waiting for our train. Later in the night it was found out that they were spying on us and listening from within the girls toilets that was only a few steps from where we were all sitting.

Seriously, what dumb bitches, we weren’t even playa hating on them yet they seem to think that they were going to be the center of attention in our conversations, how wrong. They finally left the station when someone pointed out that they might be in the girls toilets and they’ve been in there for a while now. Going on a little voyage I heard them inside and a few seconds after that they left the toilets and headed on their way. Seriously, how fucking dumb are they to follow us all the way to Campbelltown and think they are such good spies.

Waiting for the Train

While waiting for our train and all of us having bought tickets and alcohol just up the road we sat around talking about the night to come. Keith boasted that Lucas wasn’t going to come now and he was right. Tyler being the feisty and confident person he is spotted two girls also waiting for the train around the time it was which was 10:30 p.m. and decided to approach them by himself.

As he did approach the two girls he sat there talking to them for a couple of minutes as the rest of us tried getting drunk, not me though. After we had discovered Phoenix and Sofia were there I walked over just after Ralf to talk to the girls spotting one that my mind liked. Blonde as she was she had short hair, a ring in one of her nostrils, yep on of those girls.

She was made up like Rena meaning she had a bit too much or her face was just too baby like. Standing around with Ralf and Tyler I just listened to them talk and then as Tatton came over he informed everyone that he knew one of them, the larger one with big tits who was Eric’s Niece or something. Standing around to hear a couple of sentences I quickly grew tired and walked back to the rest of them letting Tyler have his peace of mind.