tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50535102011-12-17T11:54:57.948ZChrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-45830634199596868322008-02-28T07:39:00.002Z2008-02-28T07:42:19.980Z

i bump into glen on the street. he has been living homeless and he is filthy. he says he thinks it might be to do with when we lived together and he was only allowed to stay for a short time. i don't remember him even staying with me. he wants to come back and stay in my house. he follows me home. my guilt keeps me silent, but even though i feel bad i suspect he is just picking on me as an

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-66231675931813624552008-02-15T07:30:00.003Z2008-02-15T07:31:57.819Z

we're on an island somewhere in what feels like the albany road house, and the next door neighbours have a miniature pony that's small enough to use the catflap. i go to a class where we learn to make musical instruments only i come late and have to shake a wooden rice shaker. we make music that is experiementally not very good.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-35122995196320698682008-02-14T07:38:00.002Z2008-02-14T07:50:33.700Z

we are on a boat, holidaying at an island owned by people who organise the entertainments for most of the UK's universities. some strange creatures on the island have been stealing children from the humans there, in the hope that we will purchase some while we are visiting. we usher them back into the jungle, chanting "take it back, take it back, take it back"there's a maze on the island made of

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-40698643168058444802008-02-13T07:44:00.003Z2008-02-13T07:50:09.989Z

jess and i have gone swimming. rich is there too, alternating taking work phonecalls with doing butterfly strokes. in the corner of the shallow end of the pool is The Greek from season 2 of The Wire, eating an omelette with fennel in it. i am translating the season into Italian for the producers, and his next line is meant to be "look what they put in my omelette - why do they put fennel in an

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-85551785664468301282008-02-07T07:38:00.000Z2008-02-07T07:45:57.171Z

I'm doing stretches in my flat, getting funny looks from the teenagers stood outside the gym opposite. They're all looking down, watching some sort of gladiatorial fight, but the odd person keeps glancing over at me, unnerving me. I decide to get away, so I go on holiday for two weeks with the girls, somewhere warm. We go diving underwater and are obsessed with one tall creature, about 20 metres

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-44564523446485984822007-08-14T07:49:00.000Z2007-08-14T07:53:52.958Z

we escaped, even though they were trying to kill us. i got very good at dodging the man throwing hand grenades at me - run towards him, run to the left, run back, run to the right... anyway then i was acting like a murderer, because my friend who they'd killed had left £100,000 in the steam train they used to film Back To The Future III, so I climbed aboard and stole it (it was disguised as an

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-75725096658076638062007-08-06T05:57:00.000Z2007-08-06T06:01:21.179Z

on the night the lib dems win the general election i decide to run away. i book a room in a motel, only i'm placed with two men who i think want to sleep with me. instead, i go and hide in my grandmother's back garden. i stand in a waist-high wading pool, more a tall bucket, then see that she's actually home. i put out my cigarette and let myself in. i don't see her, only two men who had come to

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-24606307260548255202007-05-16T12:33:00.000Z2007-05-16T12:40:19.137Z

resident evil 4 is real. my friends and i are in an opening scene (not real) prior to the one in-game, which is set in a spanish city. we are shopping in the midst of a large crowd in a pedestrianised section of the town, waiting for the actual game to start. a bell tolls slowly. all the shoppers turn to face the same direction and head towards a large church that's just appeared at the end of

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-51569841990340636152007-04-26T06:33:00.000Z2007-04-26T06:44:50.571Z

as i go into the school hall, i know my three friends, one of whom i'm related to, are going to stab me in the back. i put my hand to the small of my back in preparation for the blow. as the three knives go in they each hurt me in slightly different ways. my back feels as though it is a gaping hole, empty and weak. they leave me there for dead, bleeding all over the floor. but i'm not dead, and

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-26975389890536098302007-04-05T06:34:00.000Z2007-04-05T06:43:12.870Z

jess and i are at sea, on a grey day, and the weather is bad so we realise we're not going to make it home. i leave her and decide to go into space, but i have to go to a preliminary meeting first. At this meeting someone sees a small alien, the Sigourney Weaver variety, which I recognise from the film and proceed to tell everyone we should kill it. Everyone is apathetic, not wanting to be shown

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1170149770464526382007-01-30T09:33:00.000Z2007-01-30T09:36:10.476Z

i was given a dalmatian, which i had to keep under the operating table because he was scared. eventually i was forced to leave it there, something about the job, and i went home crying about it, incredulous that i could have abandoned it like that. then one of my flatmates brought the dog home to our small yellow room, bleeding, and unconscious, but alive. he handed it to me, and it got smaller

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1168937213552540662007-01-16T08:42:00.000Z2007-01-16T08:47:51.336Z

we were snowboarding indoors through some kind of marshmallowy substance which made it very difficult to turn but very easy to stop. eventually I did better by putting more weight on my back foot. we got to the bottom of the tunnels to a long footpath that led to a huge tree village. on getting to the trees we had to run and hide because the orcs were coming. the two elderly people everyone hated

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1168849541741861402007-01-15T08:23:00.000Z2007-01-15T08:25:41.756Z

i visit bianca in hamburg and she is preparing to get married. before, she wants to finish her short story about a grey-haired woman who married the wrong person and remained for ever in love with another man. i remember how to say good morning and buy cigarettes from a kiosk at the train station. i don't remember how to say Chewing Gum.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1168592137708241522007-01-12T08:50:00.000Z2007-01-12T08:55:37.720Z

we play golf with some very respectable strippers who are slowly taken away in a lorry one by one as the game progresses. the course takes us over a small fishing harbour, along the sea wall lined with seagulls. then we are left at the end of the course in a building housing a huge corporation. i lead my friend out as we are chased by men (i know the secret exit through the basement because at

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1168383616283182902007-01-09T22:59:00.000Z2007-01-09T23:00:16.303Z

I was sent back in time and ended up in the holocaust. I was trapped in tunnels, and knew I was being hunted by nazis. Something struck me on the head and when I woke up I was in a pile of corpses being thrown into a mass grave. I managed to crawl away, though my bones ached and I was suddenly painfully thin. I had been easily mistaken for a corpse. One of the people helping to throw bodies in to

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1155194195448819652006-08-10T07:15:00.000Z2006-08-10T07:16:35.460Z

i own a big lassie-type-dog who is standing on his back feet in the next room face punching velociraptors.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1153206686766016012006-07-18T07:07:00.000Z2006-07-18T07:11:26.776Z

walking past a field, i saw a girl, scared, inside it. i made eye contact with her and she smiled, stopped running, and walked over to me. "you made me feel safe" she said. "actually, i used my powers to make that tree make you feel safe" i said. we walked through the field together, down to the water's edge, where we saw three teenaged boys trying to bury the body of a girl in the mud. we didn't

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1151564908028798402006-06-29T06:51:00.000Z2006-06-29T07:08:28.053Z

jonty and i sit on a bench in the park area in front of the town hall, chatting, in Hill Valley on November 12th 1955. when the storm comes we sit surrounded by the threat of lightning but know, naturally, exactly where it will strike. we watch the clock tower get hit and the subsequent disappearance of the De Lorean from a very pleasing angle that wasn't in the film.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1150357242442371292006-06-15T07:26:00.000Z2006-06-15T07:43:25.996Z

going back to topsham we looked towards the estuary and watched the waters explode into wavy palaces. tall and dancing, flecked in deep grey and purple, they looked ready to crash, but my friend put the car in gear and we drove away. i put the music on but i can't remember what it was. maybe some kind of getaway music?

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1149440362895998452006-06-04T16:56:00.000Z2006-06-04T17:00:30.363Z

we had to move the bed i sleep in, but in order to do this, it had to have a series of small fires lit on it. daz helped me to light nine fires, in sequence, anti-clockwise around the bed. the bed span in a circle as we did this. once we'd finished this and put them out again one by one, the bed was in a forest, and i got inside and went to sleep.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1148889477673190892006-05-29T07:52:00.000Z2006-05-29T07:57:57.683Z

i was standing in a bathtub, back pressed against cold tiles, watching my mother give birth to me. there were lots of other people in the room. she was afraid. she knew i would tear her body apart and she was afraid. then, suddenly, she pushed, and i was born, covered in blood, amidst blood, smiling. she got out of the bath, gave me to myself, and left, saying something like "it's your job to

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1139272252286082022006-02-07T00:29:00.000Z2006-02-07T00:30:52.296Z

i killed hitler. it was great. i was out with my dad, then hitler came along wearing a 1940s dress (which made sense), then my dad said we had to go, then i killed him.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1135181044368855642005-12-21T15:58:00.000Z2005-12-21T16:04:04.376Z

the village my parents live in, topsham, was discovered to have been founded in 1515 which, it turns out, was only 200 years ago. as soon as the pub on the high street discovered this, it changed its name to Spectoral Will Bullion and painted its signs grey. then we find out that topsham was founded on the site of ancient bermuda, and is actually far out at sea, and not in south devon at all.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1124043530707534012005-08-14T18:16:00.000Z2005-08-14T18:18:50.713Z

couple of days ago:jim and i try to find a church to go to the toilet in. we find one in a field. there are lots of non-christians milling around and i think they're all trying to find the toilet. we go inside and get to this big room with lots of cubicles down either side. they look like toilets, with wooden doors, but inside each one is only a little pew and a tiny bidet. jim and i are very

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1123432160476027202005-08-07T16:25:00.000Z2005-08-07T16:29:20.483Z

mum, dad and i rented a house on the slopes of vesuvius. someone threw a tennis ball at me but i ducked and it ripped a big chunk out of the mountain. the volcano started to erupt and we decided it was time to leave. tom sawyer was there too and recommended rafting but we decided it would be too warm for that. we left, but all the animals were left behind, and we all felt very sad. no one

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1120295302627500992005-07-02T09:01:00.000Z2005-07-02T09:08:22.633Z

i meet the perfect guy on holiday in the country. we go out a few times, then we stay together for the rest of the holiday, a few weeks. it's all just right - not too cute, a little stupid, and it works. he really likes me, and it's all going well. suddenly i feel certain that we'll be together forever. then, one evening, the landlady tells me he's talking to another woman on the phone outside. i

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1119988939967348252005-06-28T19:58:00.000Z2005-06-28T20:02:19.970Z

in california by the sea. i need to rent a room for the night. it's jeff brown's bed & breakfast. he gives me a room, and a paper key that i won't need to use. there are some germans with a small child staying. they're having trouble with their car. i walk to work the next day, and by the time i get there it's time to go home again. i get back to the bed & breakfast and jeff brown and i watch

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1118392249605213702005-06-10T08:28:00.000Z2005-06-10T08:30:49.610Z

i'm watching a couple have a conversation in bed. he is a man, she is a unicorn with enormous breasts. she thanks him for having taken her to the circus, but is still unsure why he wanted her to see all the other freaks. he's not sure why she's a bit upset. in the end they talk about this new italian restaurant they're going to open up. then i realise they're actually in bed inside an italian

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1117028357788066652005-05-25T13:36:00.000Z2005-05-25T13:39:17.793Z

the man in the lighthouse says he won't help us, but he takes a small white kitten out of his medical bag and places it on the palm of my hand. it has disappeared by the time i reach home so i spend the rest of my time scouring the dream for it.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1115550459244037622005-05-08T11:00:00.000Z2005-05-08T11:08:42.796Z

i'm buying cigarettes for shuna in kendal and am walking back to tim's house when i see chris standing outside the doctor's surgery, crying, smoking. i ask him what is wrong but he won't tell me. just says something about the whole marriage process and thinking about children, but i feel something is really horribly wrong. i give him a big hug and go back to tim's. jenny is there, but i don't

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1115281042925303972005-05-05T08:11:00.000Z2005-05-05T08:17:22.930Z

zombies everywhere but they're okay. one of my friends is a zombie and he helps us to find good blood. but we're all aware we're going to start getting eaten soon. so we need to find a way to escape. we turn on the television and watch the zombies spreading. we're in scotland, and we want to get back south.i think about flying a helicopter away, but as i don't know how to fly a helicopter i

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1113986212996095262005-04-20T08:35:00.000Z2005-04-20T15:00:12.460Z

tim and i were on some sort of a spaceship at sea - ours had broken so we got lifted onto a big cruiser, and it turns out that all the people on the ship had known us for years because of sailing. we had to sneak into the toilets to kiss so we wouldn't make the others jealous, and he told me he'd applied for jobs on ceefax in glasgow and some place called Leek.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1113915429471378442005-04-19T12:56:00.000Z2005-04-19T12:57:09.470Z

there were lots of us on holiday and andy decided he wanted to sit in the swimming pool for the whole week, much to everyone's despair.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1112780114406282532005-04-06T09:33:00.000Z2005-04-06T09:35:14.406Z

nicky has the ghost of an ex-boyfriend in a bottle. she wants to come into the church to release him and let him destroy the world. we guard the church, but the lock on the front door is a bit shit so she gets in. then she decides she doesn't want to let him out after all.also, at one point, remember olly (jim's cat) looking over my shoulder, giving me tips on how to paint his portrait properly.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1112695370368285432005-04-05T10:02:00.000Z2005-04-05T10:02:50.370Z

everyone is going to die tomorrow and my mother has made friends with a man in a polish restaurant. he looks familiar. maybe like a youngish peter ustinov? on the way home i see all my friends in their own rooms in a shared apartment building through the windows, spending their last hours talking on the telephone to their friends and families and loved ones who they'd never be able to reach in

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1110876435870901152005-03-15T08:44:00.000Z2005-03-15T08:47:15.870Z

living in a frankenstein house near the marina. some woman comes to stay over but decides the house is too scary. then we go out for a drink but daz finds us and invites us all to his indie night, and the woman decides to go back home after all. the black rabbit lets her in. the black rabbit goes back inside, shutting the front door on the cat who is then locked out. i go back and dance. the t

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1110797216088629452005-03-14T10:42:00.001Z2005-03-14T10:46:56.090Z

giorgia doesn't like the leafy mountains because she can't see the snow. i have to chop barbara out of an ice bath and warm her back to life. i see a portuguese woman riding her bicycle through the river into town. i don't take my money to the bank, so mum says we'll stop on our way back. there are boys, and a train journey, and adventures, but i don't remember any of it.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1110715245913373382005-03-13T11:45:00.000Z2005-03-13T12:00:45.916Z

dominos pizza box to press button and get away - you can dial a place - like a teleporter, hiding in the junk food. i have no memory and have to keep asking people what everything is. it's the future and i don't understand anything. there are big fields of black wicker cocoons burning smoke all over the landscape, the size of water towers.all i understand is that we have to get to the capitol -

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1110459533997297612005-03-10T12:52:00.000Z2005-03-10T12:58:54.000Z

i was meant to drive up to visit tim major but i was too tired, and left it too late to get the train. everyone in cumbria was going to see the bears that night, and i was annoyed i was going to miss them. tim was working in a science school as a teacher, but his living arrangements seemed more like those of a pupil.i spent the afternoon packing my bag ready for the next day, and when i looked

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1109581329137631462005-02-28T08:56:00.000Z2005-02-28T09:02:09.140Z

i'm in that boating accident i learnt about - where the people on board a yacht in fast-running waters try to help a shipwrecked boat in a bay. they inadvertently hit some rocks whilst trying to get this other boat out, and they begin to sink quickly. there is no time to get aboard the life raft so the two children and their parents jump into the water and try to swim the short distance to shore.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1108727248745147952005-02-18T11:45:00.000Z2005-02-18T11:47:28.746Z

am following two tiny spaniel puppies around while dad goes shopping. one is sitting on the back of the other, being carried, and is mischievously saying the word "bark" to me repeatedly.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1107950688150934902005-02-09T13:02:00.000Z2005-02-09T12:04:48.150Z

i killed someone last night. i was trying to escape from the law. an old man was helping me, in a truck. someone tried to get in the way. i don't remember who. it was a sunny day. i shot them in the head. i was arrested later but was let off because there was no evidence. the bereaved family were screaming at me but i was set free. i woke up with no remorse.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1107508071445098522005-02-04T09:01:00.000Z2005-02-04T09:07:51.446Z

end of the world 28 days later style. we've been hiding indoors playing a real computer game. it involves pushing yourself off the walls and landing on another, in order to avoid being shot, whilst simultaneously carrying around big guns and picking up new ones and trying to shoot all of the bad people slash zombies that are hanging around in the warehouse. i'm not very good at it, but it's my

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1107440071890966532005-02-03T14:10:00.000Z2005-02-03T14:14:31.890Z

end of the world in space and we're waiting for it. a big wave is supposed to hit and we're all hiding in a nice house, having gone through the procedure. then nothing happens. "well we're all quite safe in here, you see" says one of the grown ups. "what did you think would happen?" my friends and i then see a strange little man in black who is trying to touch us, so we run away. we run through

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1105910706542616102005-01-16T21:20:00.000Z2005-01-16T21:25:06.543Z

i was homer simpson, in a bear suit, trying to get a big "real" polar bear out of my house. i'd put on the costume and then, cartoon style, make noises and things to distract the bear and make him curious and follow slash chase me around then out of the house, at which point i'd then be able to sneak back in and lock him out and say "Ha Ha!". whenever i completed my task, however, i'd suddenly

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1105608569600345262005-01-13T09:25:00.000Z2005-01-13T09:29:29.600Z

trying to fake a shipwreck on a river in texas. the current whips through the rocks quckly, but the man tries to swim across. i drift back around the corner to hide from the children. we get found out, so i have to move on. i leave the dog behind. two girls are on the news, giving a report of our descriptions, saying we may have been the ones that robbed the bank but they aren't sure. "witchhunt

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1105521208473427852005-01-12T08:52:00.000Z2005-01-12T09:13:28.473Z

i've been writing my manuscript. i hide it from everyone. then i'm in the american civil war and a dusty yankee with a cute seasoned face like a young clint eastwood tickles me and i tell him about it. my parents are horrified when they discover this (not MY parents - only in the dream - they're young and townie). i step out of the dream to watch, and hear them talking about this civil war bed

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1105437381213579922005-01-11T09:52:00.000Z2005-01-11T09:56:21.213Z

in peru with jim morrison. everyone's taking bizarro drugs. we're at war again, and drive on a jeep up a hill, straight towards where the snipers have been shooting at us. (it's our second time around - last time we got lost) i hold my gun close to me, ready, but the female commanding officer tells me to put it down, as there are too many of the enemy approaching the jeep. we all chat for a

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1103280287073902832004-12-17T10:41:00.000Z2004-12-17T10:44:47.073Z

there is lots of fighting in oxford and cambridge - i'm living in oxford. i drive over to cambridge to see a friend. the news is full of it. looks like the biggest riots we've seen for ages. we're all terrified. there's a flood of people trying to leave the city but the roads are being systematically destroyed. then my mum calls and tells me it's all died down in oxford so it's safe to come home.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1102940267535279192004-12-13T13:13:00.000Z2004-12-13T12:17:47.536Z

i'm looking down into a concrete lake from a thin iron bridge, standing next to supergirl. we're watching two turtles try to swim their way out and in the end one of them starts to climb the vertical walls. "pretty neat" she says, but i'm horrified because i know what she's thinking - she wants to fly off to destroy evil and leave the turtles fending for themselves. just then the climbing turtle

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1102510771811318222004-12-08T13:51:00.000Z2004-12-09T13:15:33.136Z

poppy and i went sailing in london, france. well, we went walking along the beach and got picked up in the water by some of our friends. then, halfway out of the estuary we thought we should swim back, so poppy and i got into the water. it was tropical, sort of. poppy had flippers and a snorkel, but i just kept diving down with my eyes open. there were ducks swiming in the water smiling at me,

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1102159201404272912004-12-04T11:12:00.000Z2004-12-04T11:20:01.403Z

in an empty house in the middle of the woods. i believe it belongs to my parents. i want to watch tv. the woman there tells me the woods are filled with dinosaurs, and that my parents have bought a dangerous dinosaur called a "dong". "what?" i ask her. i lock myself in the house, a little confused. then it occurs to me that maybe there's already a dinosaur inside the house. or maybe small ones

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1101979956780398802004-12-02T09:29:00.000Z2004-12-02T09:32:36.780Z

lizzie bought a dead crab in a plastic box to eat, and i made her promise not to bring it here so that jim's crab wouldn't be offended. at the same time i booked a bus from hamburg to brehmerhaven, a town i recognise only through reference in The Sound Of Music, only the woman on the phone doesn't tell me where to pick up my ticket after I've paid. we're sat round the table then, and i only have

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1101896645506119412004-12-01T10:20:00.000Z2004-12-01T10:24:05.506Z

escaping me from off a boat on a boat, up a big underwater tunnel like roger moore. the pipe was blocked though so we only just made it after lots of pushing and almost running out of breath, and as we get on board we say to John Rhys-Davis that "we only gave you one simple job to do and you fucked it up". and he smiles back at us jovially.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1101777006801808492004-11-30T01:40:00.000Z2004-11-30T01:10:06.800Z

the night before the night before last all of london was 10 ft under water and we rowed around buckingham palace, sliding the boat over the gates. and the water was 10ft above the land (exactly as it curves and everything) at all times and so we were up and down and sliding around in relation to the ground, not in a proper gravitational fashion. we couldn't get up to any of the tall buildings

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1101034922013978562004-11-21T10:57:00.000Z2004-11-21T11:02:02.013Z

nazis. adolf hitler is holding me hostage in the basement, along with four others, and we cannot get out. we get him to go downstairs, and consider trapping him in the under-basement, but then get too scared. eventually the war ends and he flees, but he does not die. my friend and i are then imprisoned in a different dungeon, and the only way out is to telephone the elderly jailer and tell her

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1100830223913578672004-11-19T02:08:00.000Z2004-11-19T02:10:23.913Z

i go to a stables run by anthony stewart head and he invites me in smiling. he's not wearing glasses. on an island reminiscent of mariokart and we're looking for a boy of some description, but it's really bad and the weather's wrong and i don't think we know how to find him

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1100170541151365132004-11-11T10:54:00.000Z2004-11-11T10:55:41.150Z

i'm a witch flying around london with a friend. we get into buckingham palace. we disgard black robes and cats and then in order to escape we run, leap and take off. we fly through the light and everybody sees us but we never stay long enough to care to hear what they are saying about us.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1098772678419527652004-10-26T06:36:00.000Z2004-10-26T06:37:58.420Z

something about girls dying in the pond behind the big house. hugh dennis comes to give a talk about lots of people we haven't heard of. john walker asks where everyone is.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1098303567139591932004-10-20T20:18:00.000Z2004-10-20T20:19:27.140Z

a couple of nights ago my friends and i were camped out in the woods in a woody allen film looking for bears. we were trying to teach them how to dig, but then realised they didn't need our help when we saw one ski past us joyfully.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1097218605114788422004-10-08T06:55:00.000Z2004-10-08T06:56:45.116Z

in a taxi with a whitehaired italian man who is telling me about how it will take him years to learn english properly. he is talking with all the words in the wrong order, but i still understand him. i tell him that this is what learning language means: to be able to communicate creatively so as to tell people things in a new way.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1097044706804953562004-10-06T06:35:00.000Z2004-10-06T06:38:26.803Z

directing a play but as i'm still working it fails to move through preliminary rehearsals - too many phonecalls interrupting. after that i stop working and start co-directing a play about death with nick. there are no actors. nick starts bragging foolishly about the book of the dead to some passing tourists i suspect may have been spies, and i bump into a rabbi in the library who looks at me

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1096958563505895512004-10-05T06:36:00.000Z2004-10-05T06:42:43.506Z

i was at a rowing competition with karen and catherine. while everyone was racing, i went upstairs in the mill and dragged a boy down who had fallen asleep in a sack. he was pissed off that i'd woken him up and i made him join in the festivities. then i was going out with a silverhaired boy in fellini's rome and he was from an asylum. i almost got arrested by a policeman when my carthorse was

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1096267676701541972004-09-27T06:45:00.000Z2004-09-27T06:47:56.700Z

something about the goat that was special. all the cows were turning into boys. tried to explain to dad i was eating meat again. but he was fixated with the goat for some reason.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1095922543545414472004-09-23T06:54:00.000Z2004-09-23T06:55:43.546Z

everyone into the sea and swim through the harbour gates. the waves rising black and terrible above us. bianca asks me "what way up am i pointing?" and i can't answer.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1095877702289244862004-09-22T18:27:00.000Z2004-09-22T18:28:22.290Z

won a competition at work. the prize was a corn-on-the-cob. and all i thought was: "oh. but i bought corn at sainsbury's earlier."

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1095229312139883922004-09-15T06:19:00.000Z2004-09-15T06:21:52.140Z

the woman from the garricks turned to being only one foot high in work after revealing that she didn't know what a pdf was. my friends took me out and on a plane ride but we had to crash land twice to reset certain instruments. after the second time i just got out to find the train. i was there with chris and we had some kind of argument about smoking (i think) and i stormed off saying something

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1095143838870575362004-09-14T06:35:00.000Z2004-09-14T06:37:18.870Z

franka had to park the car like a rocket launcher, only she parked it so steeply that we rolled backwards onto the car's top. lucking italian cars are manufactured for such eventualities and we were able to right ourselves just by swinging the handbreak.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1094798543600172362004-09-10T06:39:00.000Z2004-09-10T06:42:23.600Z

the gangster's rules for going to the toilet in the middle of the night were 1) select your own torch and not somebody else's (and so it is helpful to always mark your torch in some way) 2) creep, don't walk 3) once you flush, check it all goes down 4) check for ghosts in the cistern. it was right after the presentation that they started flooding his underground palace, and we all got out. then

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1094673330913642852004-09-08T19:54:00.000Z2004-09-08T19:55:30.930Z

few days ago: we were escaping to the rooftops of london when it started exploding around us. first the gherkin. then st pauls. then canary wharf, right next to us, then some of the other offices went shooting up like fireworks. we fled into the catacombs and i lost everyone.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1094034280806089422004-09-01T09:52:00.000Z2004-09-11T14:28:29.690Z

weds 1 sep uma thurman wanted me to escape. she held him off for me but i wasn't able to get away that time. i eventually made it as far as greece, but he found me. when we flew back into boston though, i finally managed to escape. i went outside, saw jim and amanda at the bus stop, claimed some strange plastic envelopes from them and thought "i am free in boston - what shall i do?" mon 30 aug

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1084436874580231742004-05-13T08:27:00.000Z2004-05-13T08:27:54.580Z

colin firth

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1082086478728600922004-04-16T03:34:00.000Z2004-04-16T03:38:30.983Z

it was the end of the world again only this time with alien-like dinosaurs, all grey and about 4 foot tall, with teeth like velociraptors, and a couple of them were giant T-rex sized. we were in the safe place - the place in the film where you know "they could not possibly kill us here" and i know they're coming so we drive out as the t-rex one eats the movie theater. as we leave we pass my

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1081949254086293072004-04-14T13:27:00.000Z2004-04-14T13:31:24.436Z

crossing the carpark on my own to get to the factory and dad tells me not to cross the parking lot on my own. i ask him why and he says "because it's forbidden."

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1081879886620703832004-04-13T18:11:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:15:16.013Z

i had to go to london to post something, so i flew into heathrow, went to the post office and then tried to find my way back to the boarding gate. then i realised that actually bil's house in somerville was on the opposite side of the thames to the houses of parliament, and it was snowing, so i didn't need to fly anywhere. i thought i'd go and see my parents, but they weren't in woodbury any more

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1081775900997365962004-04-12T13:12:00.000Z2004-04-12T13:23:07.043Z

cycling through london bump into robin who shows me leaflet of aberdeen fishing thing. he said he didn't care very much for perthshire. the queen is talking at a parade but i don't want to get stuck in the crowds so i try to cycle through a sidestreet instead. then we're all being lifted off for some conference. jess is wearing a grey suit with a blue stripey shirt, trying to persuade me to

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1081430301893244002004-04-08T13:18:00.000Z2004-04-08T13:22:04.340Z

i'm sailing and we set out to win the world. we capsize halfway through the race. i forget the rest.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1081261704171077922004-04-06T14:28:00.000Z2004-04-06T14:32:08.420Z

sailing with dad in a loch at the very top of scotland. it's a barren wasteland and there are dead babies everywhere. the boats are getting bigger. there are abandoned castles on the hills surrounding the lake. we kidnap some children, only it starts off by watching the fairy queen kidnap juliette binoche who is getting younger and is very happy about it. she's going to start it on two idiots.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1081172587457010172004-04-05T13:43:00.000Z2004-04-05T13:46:45.763Z

on the moon. we're all wearing black leather - the girls have black leather length netball skirts with zippers on the side. i watch my boss go round to people with a visa card - once he inserts the card, that person loses their personality and becomes a drone. i'm scared about this, but as i run down the tunnels to try and tell the superhero, mars crashes into us. or rather, it spontaneously

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1080742908169471552004-03-31T14:21:00.000Z2004-03-31T14:25:20.090Z

everything started with the letter A

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1080680078157713092004-03-30T20:54:00.000Z2004-03-30T20:58:08.576Z

it started with a kid showing me a green and blue wax crayon drawing it had done, thinking i was its mother. i forget the middle bit, so i'll skip to the end: i killed a man with one shot to the chest, and i don't think that self-defence was my reasoning. a group of us were arrested, but i was going to get put on trial for murder. i escaped from jail with some guy, but then the police told my

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1080569635273599372004-03-29T14:13:00.000Z2004-03-29T14:17:24.576Z

zombies. coming into the house. two girls. they seem quite nice. they just want somewhere to sleep. but i know that really they just want to eat our flesh. why doesn't anyone else realise? they are confused by the zombies' kindness. so i repeatedly punch the one with blonde hair in the face to kill her, fogetting that of course you can't kill a zombie just by punching it in the face - i end up

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1080234950955505102004-03-25T17:15:00.000Z2004-03-25T17:21:40.076Z

the kid from donnie darko (watched pleasantville last night) is nailing me and mary to crosses and i'm calling 911 screaming into the phone as he grabs my ankle, drags me accross the shiny kitchen floor and hammers a nail right through the bones into the wood. somehow we talk him down and he rips the nails out and lets us off. so then i turn back time and he doesn't hurt us and everything's fixed

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1080074456039798562004-03-23T20:40:00.000Z2004-03-23T20:44:17.403Z

meeting john in a coffeeshop but it's raining and he arrives via the back and i see him through the window shake himself like a dog to get the water off his back. what the fuck were we talking about?

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1079966187817487752004-03-22T14:36:00.000Z2004-03-22T14:41:02.170Z

can't remember how i ditched my parents but there were these lions roaming loose around the hotel complex. i had a towel round my waist and faced the wall of the building. it sort of ignored me but i knew it was just waiting for me to move before it pounced. i made a run for the big glass doors of the hotel and managed to get inside and the lion slammed into the door. i called the two security

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1079887180802762012004-03-21T16:39:00.000Z2004-03-21T16:43:03.780Z

the cow in the cage was tremendously important and symbolic for some reason. we were all trying to get it out. john was getting in a fight with these japanese kids who were throwing basketballs at his face. other people were in the house. we're on Mass Ave in a different dimension and my boss pops up to say "the promises of a million children, sold to another world" before vanishing.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1079623450928990032004-03-18T15:24:00.000Z2004-03-18T15:27:25.640Z

very strange things

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1079532636198336952004-03-17T14:10:00.000Z2004-03-17T14:13:49.763Z

what do you get if you cross akira with eastenders? a lot of japanese people on motorbikes with cockney accents getting killed. and ooh the baby with the big head. then i dreamt that boston was actually in aberdeenshire, and so it wasn't really very far away at all...

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1079362261782526702004-03-15T14:51:00.000Z2004-03-15T14:54:12.140Z

end of the world - nazis coming onto the island. mum dad and i rush to set the dynamite in the cake shop. we get it in but i think we're going to die anyway.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078927740596598282004-03-10T14:07:00.000Z2004-03-10T14:12:04.903Z

scott took me swimming around a fictional island where there was a beautiful sunken temple that magnetically attracts fish. i said i wanted to scuba dive so we were going to buy then i had to meet my dad in a basement bar. the water in the sea was so warm and clear, and the sand was perfect white.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078841828008895182004-03-09T14:11:00.000Z2004-03-09T14:20:10.950Z

okay here it is, from the other night: flight in plane bus over city of boston just hang on - all the boats on the water it's in the summer - then go over an invisible rollercoaster, tracing it from above. i have really bad vertigo. we get dropped onto other side. i can't go back up. i find a staircase. "i'll be fine, but i don't know where we're staying or how to get there" then superman is

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078754692197859912004-03-08T14:03:00.000Z2004-03-08T14:07:54.746Z

dammit i forgot to bring my notebook to work. last night all i remember is being sarcastic at the girls i work with when one of them said "why would you be hungover?", but on SATURDAY night i had a dream about SUPERMAN! he came and flew me away and i kissed him on the cheek. it was WONDERFUL. more of that when i get home and find my notebook. dammit.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078616725073641492004-03-06T23:45:00.000Z2004-03-06T23:48:24.293Z

i went to the cinema by myself to watch wizard of oz - different edit. lots of people there with their families. interval - all leave. not wanting to be alone i go smoke a cigarette and sunbathe. when i get back i've lost my trousers. can't go back in. then suddenly i'm trying to get into my grandmother's house with no trousers and there's a woman called jane who says she's a new member of our

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078495985680835562004-03-05T14:11:00.000Z2004-03-05T14:16:03.326Z

at my grandparents' house with alec and beccy watching a johnny depp film. we've all seen it before. "would anyone like to go, to the pub?" alec asks tentatively. i shoot him an evil look - we're about to eat, and i know my mum and my grandmother have been cooking, and it would be very rude of us to leave now. but i kinda want to go to the pub. but, as beccy and i don't respond, we just sit and

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078409371417127422004-03-04T14:06:00.000Z2004-03-04T14:12:27.793Z

neighbours something looking with me at all these little green frogs, all with arms by sides, legs pointed, as though they'd been gun-shot, heads stabled into a wooden plank. there were 25 - 30 of them. then i'm inside on the phone to dom when this penguin chick flies into the garden outside. flies. and it lands neatly and i'm like "i didn't know penguins could fly" then he takes off by

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078322520059039532004-03-03T14:00:00.000Z2004-03-03T14:04:55.200Z

mary b driving me backwards up to this house, at top speed, where i lived in another dream one time. we go in and she's turned into a boy. i regret not having walked around this dream garden more often, so we walk around it now. pink flowers everywhere - so beautiful. there are lots of wild animals, strange looking blue birds. i try to touch one and a loud voice booming out over speakers says "

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078236870911959332004-03-02T14:05:00.000Z2004-03-02T14:17:24.560Z

on holiday in japan get followed home by odd japanese boy with red hair and foot-long fingernails. i walk away even though he likes me. war is coming and those of us who didn't get out fast enough get put into a japanese POW camp. i think about the certain people i know who certainly saw this coming and who got away in time. not me, though. as i realise the end is coming i go back to find this

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078150031367196732004-03-01T14:06:00.000Z2004-03-01T14:10:03.826Z

showing me around her house and the fountain stopped working. this was a very long dream and, disappointingly, all i can rememeber really is that the fountain stopped working but my mum would have liked it. if i remember any more i'll update later...

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1078030893824859032004-02-29T05:01:00.000Z2004-02-29T05:04:24.496Z

kimya dawson doesn't sing her own songs - there's a third girl. she makes us sing first though and i swear she changes the lyrics. i am wearing a pair of long boots. i like zipping them up and down in the club.

Chrissy Williamsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053510.post-1077809685126026352004-02-26T15:20:00.000Z2004-02-26T15:37:31.966Z

i go to this hotel at the top of a city like a james bond film and this little kid won't let me out on the balcony to smoke. i know his parents aren't about so i start swearing at him. he tears up my cigarettes, which are very long and thin, and leaves the tobacco all over the desk. then his mum comes in. she takes me down to the lizard room where she tries to get me to handle two lizards she

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