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I have been putting together a performance for a class at uni for the last week or so (um I mean the whole semester) and as each day passes I keep getting deeper down into it - I always have to have these grand plans for my presentations at uni and always, always make things harder than necessary...but if I didn't I guess it wouldn't really be mine...

dream cave

the australian band cloud control have an album called 'dream cave'. it's a great album and some friends of ours love it so much that, in their honour, they named their back shed the 'dream cave'. the dream cave stands proudly beside its ancient house in hawthorn, defiant of its upper-class surroundings and continuing to deteriorate despite our friends' best attempts to get some $$$ from their landlord to fix the floors. nevertheless the six inhabitants of the house love it and the dream cave to (all of its) pieces, and every year they throw a huge party to celebrate, well, everything. 

this year we caught the tram to DC14, walking moonlit streets with fluorescent reflections of the most atrocious neon signs on glenferrie road. our friend bound over to us with his arms spread open with pride - welcome to the dream cave - and led us to the attractions; smoke machine, music videos on widescreen, crucifix joints, and all the bread you could ask for (two of the housemates work in the same bakery). we all smoked and drank the aldi punch and someone forgot about the chicken nuggets in the oven so we jumped through the bathroom window to prevent a house fire. 

maybe it was the punch or the vapour but i couldn't contain my love to just my little heart that night - it punched its way out of my chest, had me stroking peoples' cheeks in wonder and crawling into my dear friends' ribs just to hug them there. dojo rising off the dream cave album played on repeat in my head and i thought about sleeping on a rained-on mattress and living in the dream cave. i thought about how my head is a dream cave most of the time. i think too much and create too much in there for it all to exist. my future lives there and everything i want to be is just a dream right now but in the dream cave i let it live outside for a couple of hours. i loved everything, i was everything, i knew everything.

but now my dreams are just dreams. i wish i could properly show you how it felt to live inside a dream cave but now we can only pretend. if you're lucky, maybe next year i'll pick you up in a shopping trolley full of bread and wine and i'll push you down glenferrie road to the dream cave. but for now, it is just a dream.

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