Dreaming in Thailand
October 31st 2009 04:19
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Over the last few days I've been leaving my fan on at night, and have had dreams of being in 7 Elevens with my mum, perpetually poised between exiting and staying, of preparing for a rollercoaster ride (or was it a slide) at a high altitude...
Last night I turned the fan of for hope of more peaceful dreams, and I'm happy to report that I dreamt of Robyn Carlsson (the pop singer) again, staging a show on an elaborate stage. It was toned lilac and purple, and the walls of her home/theatre were totally adorned with ornamental patterns, from tip to toe. She seemed to live in a townhouse, which was a light blue-purple, and I waited for her in front of it. She grinned and talked with me, socialising, glowing, agonising a bit. She was shorter than me, and very committed to guiding all her guests through a creative artistic experience. Just by being there I was changing the dynamic of the scene, and she loved it. There were three other audience members, whom I couldn't see clearly. She ended up suspended in the middle of the wall, peeking through a rectangular hole in it, like there was a carpeted tile missing from the wall. The wlal itself was the colour you might get if you mix cherry and plum, with light (dirty) pink on top - there was an elephant with wings in every section. She then appeared to point them out and their relation to each other - how every one was different. I didn't want her to do this. I would have preferred if she hadn't shown them to me as all having intricate relations with each other. For some reason this act seemed laborious and unnecessary. The wall was great as it was.
Perhaps this is a sign to me that I shouldn't worry about connecting the fragments in my choose your own adventure, and just continue generating them.
In the spirit of brainstorming while you're asleep about new/old texts, I would like to give you the link to this interview with Antero Alli - I have only read the first few lines, but it sounds very promising, especially since it was brought to my attention by Rob Brezsny.
Back to my dream - Robyn was relaxed about her theatrical exposition... she invited us all into her world responsibly, and friendlily. She was very flexible about what to do and when, letting her audience help her set the pace, even though she had a very strong idea of what she was doing.
Robyn has a Gemini sign and a Capricorn moon. I feel connected to her because her first four planets are all trine my own, I think. She has her Mercury in Cancer (mine is in Scorpio), Venus in Gemini (mine is in Libra), Mars in Taurus (mine is in Virgo), and I've forgotten her Jupiter, but it was probably a fire sign. Perhaps in my dream I am seeking to learn from her cosmic twists and turns...
Anyway, I have been thinking of writing about the way Eminem or Pink approach their blander pop music cousins in songs like 'The Real Slim Shady,' 'Just Lose It' and 'We Made You' for Marshall and 'Stupid Girl' and 'So What'. I'm interested in the way they both differentiate themselves from and derive their identities from the targets of their songs. They say if someone isn't really important to you, there's no need to waste time to think about them. SO I would argue that boy bands are something Eminem partially identifies with, and that Pink is slightly in love with Jessica Simpson. I mean, why go to the trouble of sending them up so repetitively? I wouldn't be surprised if Eminem had a crush on Justin Timberlake.
But that's for another time...
Today I leave the lovely Lopburi (a town I almost fell in love with myself), say goodbye to the remnants of obsessing over my broken down relationship (he left me in the dark), and extricate myself from the butterflies, monkeys, spiders that crawl at a speed a human walks, insects with very big stingers, and cute little lizards everywhere... back to the urban jungle and some glitzy high-rise called the Radisson Hotel in Bangkok, where my parents have purchased three nights' stay with their frequent flier points!
For all my budget accommodation and (upcoming) CouchSurfing cred, I took one look at the hotel's website and said 'Can you give me three nights instead of two?' I'll make up for it by hiring the cheapest places in the LP guidebook in Ko Samui, Ko Pha-Ngan and maybe Ko Tao.
Well, time to check out of the Orchid Room at Noom, bid goodbye to my hosts and fellow travellers, and find my way to the bus station. From there I am a three hour 2nd class air con ride away from Bangkok. Perhaps I'll find the city easier to adjust to, now that I've spent a week and a half in Thailand.
Ciao for now,
Love,
Epiphanie
Last night I turned the fan of for hope of more peaceful dreams, and I'm happy to report that I dreamt of Robyn Carlsson (the pop singer) again, staging a show on an elaborate stage. It was toned lilac and purple, and the walls of her home/theatre were totally adorned with ornamental patterns, from tip to toe. She seemed to live in a townhouse, which was a light blue-purple, and I waited for her in front of it. She grinned and talked with me, socialising, glowing, agonising a bit. She was shorter than me, and very committed to guiding all her guests through a creative artistic experience. Just by being there I was changing the dynamic of the scene, and she loved it. There were three other audience members, whom I couldn't see clearly. She ended up suspended in the middle of the wall, peeking through a rectangular hole in it, like there was a carpeted tile missing from the wall. The wlal itself was the colour you might get if you mix cherry and plum, with light (dirty) pink on top - there was an elephant with wings in every section. She then appeared to point them out and their relation to each other - how every one was different. I didn't want her to do this. I would have preferred if she hadn't shown them to me as all having intricate relations with each other. For some reason this act seemed laborious and unnecessary. The wall was great as it was.
Perhaps this is a sign to me that I shouldn't worry about connecting the fragments in my choose your own adventure, and just continue generating them.
In the spirit of brainstorming while you're asleep about new/old texts, I would like to give you the link to this interview with Antero Alli - I have only read the first few lines, but it sounds very promising, especially since it was brought to my attention by Rob Brezsny.
Back to my dream - Robyn was relaxed about her theatrical exposition... she invited us all into her world responsibly, and friendlily. She was very flexible about what to do and when, letting her audience help her set the pace, even though she had a very strong idea of what she was doing.
Robyn has a Gemini sign and a Capricorn moon. I feel connected to her because her first four planets are all trine my own, I think. She has her Mercury in Cancer (mine is in Scorpio), Venus in Gemini (mine is in Libra), Mars in Taurus (mine is in Virgo), and I've forgotten her Jupiter, but it was probably a fire sign. Perhaps in my dream I am seeking to learn from her cosmic twists and turns...
Anyway, I have been thinking of writing about the way Eminem or Pink approach their blander pop music cousins in songs like 'The Real Slim Shady,' 'Just Lose It' and 'We Made You' for Marshall and 'Stupid Girl' and 'So What'. I'm interested in the way they both differentiate themselves from and derive their identities from the targets of their songs. They say if someone isn't really important to you, there's no need to waste time to think about them. SO I would argue that boy bands are something Eminem partially identifies with, and that Pink is slightly in love with Jessica Simpson. I mean, why go to the trouble of sending them up so repetitively? I wouldn't be surprised if Eminem had a crush on Justin Timberlake.
But that's for another time...
Today I leave the lovely Lopburi (a town I almost fell in love with myself), say goodbye to the remnants of obsessing over my broken down relationship (he left me in the dark), and extricate myself from the butterflies, monkeys, spiders that crawl at a speed a human walks, insects with very big stingers, and cute little lizards everywhere... back to the urban jungle and some glitzy high-rise called the Radisson Hotel in Bangkok, where my parents have purchased three nights' stay with their frequent flier points!
For all my budget accommodation and (upcoming) CouchSurfing cred, I took one look at the hotel's website and said 'Can you give me three nights instead of two?' I'll make up for it by hiring the cheapest places in the LP guidebook in Ko Samui, Ko Pha-Ngan and maybe Ko Tao.
Well, time to check out of the Orchid Room at Noom, bid goodbye to my hosts and fellow travellers, and find my way to the bus station. From there I am a three hour 2nd class air con ride away from Bangkok. Perhaps I'll find the city easier to adjust to, now that I've spent a week and a half in Thailand.
Ciao for now,
Love,
Epiphanie
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