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There was a some sort of festival, a crowd was gathered under large tents set up along the main street that is somewhat similar to one of the streets in Melbourne City. Somehow, I just knew that most of the people there were either JPA scholars or MARA scholars. There were some officers checking attendance and shaking people's hands. The atmosphere of excitement and overall well-being was palpable.
Time goes by and everybody started leaving, night was about to fall. I don't remember much what happened after I spotted the officers, it was afternoon and suddenly it was getting dark. A friend of mine (Mai) greeted me and asked me to come over to her house (which, looks nothing like her actual home). In this dream, she lived in one of the shops along the street. There were boxes stacked along the walls and lots of things on the carpet that I can't really single out. I have a feeling that they were mostly toys belonging to her kid brother.
We were just wading through the sea of boxes, chatting, doing nothing in particular when suddenly I spotted Julian Casablancas of The Strokes (Yeap. FINALLY. Jules in my dreams.) crossing the street. We hurried outside and caught up with him. Fab (Drummer of The Strokes) was with him. So I asked them if we could take a picture with them. A stranger agreed to take our picture so we posed together on a park bench in front of my friend's House/Shop.
I distinctly remember seeing myself, my friend, Julian and Fab all smiling and trying to get the picture taken in the third person. I put my hand on Fab's shoulder and decided that it was too awkward so I put my back hand down again. I have no idea why I remember this bit particularly clearly. Then, my friend's dad suddenly stormed out of the House/Shop looking pissed as hell. I'm not sure why but I kinda simply got up and took off. Julian and Fab looked positively confused.
Before I knew it, Mai's dad started chasing after me. At this stage, Fear is very much distinct.
I went into a supermarket and went through an 'EXIT' back door which leads to a very very long dingy, poorly lit hallway. The old man's still following me so I quickly went into the bathroom, which was identical to the hallway except that it had toilet stalls. For some reason, my friend's dad didn't follow me in. So I just kinda stood in one of the stalls staring at the toilet bowl. It was kinda yellow, not ickly looking but not sparkly clean either. I thought I ought to just go out and explain to him that I was just trying to take a picture with Julian and Fab, nothing remotely suspicious.
So, I stepped out of the toilet. The old guy still looked angry, I didn't say anything and made my way out of the supermarket. As I headed for the front doors, a random old lady started to put a bra on over her blouse and I thought - 'People these days are crazy.' My friend's dad followed me still. After a while just walking in silence, I had a brilliant idea of trying to distract him from telling me off by talking about cameras. In my dream, I simply knew that my friend's dad had recently bought himself a dSLR but didn't know how to use it. So I explained to him how to use the ISO and aperture dials. My plan was a success. We walked briskly back to the House/Shop as I nervously explained the various functions dSLRs has.
Once we reached the House/Shop, Julian and Fab was still at the bench with my friend. They were waiting for me so that we can still get our picture taken. This time, my friend's dad was gonna help us. Again, we posed happily. Again, we were interrupted. My friend's mom and another woman had lifted the bench and moved it while we were all still sitting on it. They didn't have any difficulty doing it at all, which puzzled me in the dream. Because, it was perfectly impossible! (Maybe if I had realized this more acutely, I'd have become lucid haha).
So we all stood up and stared at the ladies. They were angry with us, what for I have no idea. We were all getting pretty disgruntled. My friend's dad told us to ignore the women and told us to smile and snapped a picture of us together, FINALLY. The camera was a polaroid camera so we had a look at the picture. Julian was gone. There was like a blurry figure where he should've stood because when my friend's dad clicked the shutter button, somebody called Julian's name and he bolted into the House/Shop.
Then I woke up. *sigh*
