Dreams

"You know, I'm sick of following my dreams, man.
I'm just going to ask where they're going and hook up with 'em later." -- Mitch Hedberg.

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Date: summer 2009.

On a plain to iceland, as a turist. Out on a gletcher, large holes in the ice, Suddenly, a white horse's head pop's up from the hole about 50-100 meters away. Tour-guide warns us not to help the horse. Seconds later, A NASA rocket takes off from the verry same hole, assumingly burning the horse to the death.

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Date: 2009-08-01

Testing to see if a coffiemaker is water-resistant. pouring milk over it. some damn foo insist on placing small bags of sand and salt next to it, to absorb the milk

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Date: 2009-08-06

Wake up at 02:30 while still asleep, have to do work, but also have to sleep, all this while still asleep.

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Date: 2009-08-07

So me and a mate are at a BIG cinema; many screens but no separate rooms (like one very big dark hall with furniture and cupboards as only 'walls'); he goes to take his place while I have to do something. I go to take a leak; near the (fancy) restrooms there's a guy offering me 2 cups with blobs of green and blue jelly or whatever (each in its own cup) in it; I ask "what's that difference?", he doesn't answer, so I ask some teenage kid; he says "I don't know either". I think "goodie, I'm not *that* old yet". Back to the cinema, I can't find my mate, and think what a bad move it was to leave him there like that, and hope he's ok. After all this, I'm walking the streets, alone, it's dark and I have a fold-up razorblade, I'm following some guy. After toying with it, I put the blade in my pocket to prevent nasty cuts (in myself).

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Date: 2009-08-10

I am in my old (ground)school. in a long walkway/corridor. metal rods are placed about 20cm above floor level, across the corridor (about 3-4 meters wide). I am jumping like a Kangaroo from metal rod to metal rod. At the end of the about 50 meter long corridor, I reach the end, that goes into the main hall entrance, still jumping. out through the double doors and now I am in a Airport, the taxfree zone just before bording area. I am searching for a digi cam. charger for my friend who is currently in Canada, but he forgot his charger. I find none, all I can find in the taxfree area that have thick pink carpet btw. is black sony DVD players.

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Date: 2009-08-12

A mate of mine yells at me "look! I got $3200 from Google ads on my page!" (at least twice). I reply "oh, good for you!", slightly jealous. Come to think of it, there was also a vast amount of girls involved, but not sure if it was the same dream or 2 separate ones.

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Date: 2009-08-18

Somehow I was living in a house and got visits from evil b*stards or ghosts (I thought); like trying to make me insane, mostly at night. Acting like a true detective, I went to ask the lady who previously lived there; she too had had similar visits. I told her my story and then she cried because why oh why was this happening to us, then I said "can't you see? it's not you nor me, it's this house - they want something from this house". She had gotten as 'threat mail' a small transparent rectangle with 2 'mickey mouse ears' on top corners, and black skill below the rectangle. I remember inspecting it and reaching genius conclusion but unfortunately I cannot remember.

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Date: 2009-08-23

I was at the entrance of a very small seaport in Norway, it had steep sides of black rock. out of this habour came a tiny boat. A narrator explained that seamen must be carefull when sailing the wood out (his load).

I climb up the steep walls to the top, a road between the harbor and the sea. it was at first easy to walk on the cobblestone path, but at the top it got more and more tilted and finaly went over to be steps. Finaly at the top, I saw a few ppl, that I do not know who is, walk out on the sea, on shallow watter.

SUDDENLY, I was in a prisson camp.it was in a forrest / mountain area. maybe on a island. When I first arrived, we were assigned bunks/beds (the type with 2 on top of each other) and a 2x shoebox size box for personal belongings and foodz. It was a unisex prisson camp, yet nothing sexual happend. I was very unhappy about my situation, not the fact that I had to spend 3 months in prisson, but the fact that I had to tell my father about it. Was not looking forward to that.

Apprently, I had a car on this prisson island... I drove it up to the entrance gate, some 5-6km through forrest roads, and asked kindly, if the day I arrived in the afternoon counted as one of the 90 days. The guard was very confused about this and had to look it up in several large books, all the while I tried to calm him down and say it was not THAT important.

On my way back to the barracks, a prisson transport was speeding towards me from the back, in the front of me, a larger semi with a tanker. The bastard behind me drove right up to my bumper. Tanker infront of me started to break wildly and I had to turn of the road and into the bush, I order to not become a sandwitch. Somehow the truck flipped over. Prison transport cont. on its way, speeding, while I got out to help the chap in the semi. Now the semi turned into a toy semi, I moved it back and forth on the dusty ground, telling him to drive responsably, and drove on to the camp.

Woke up in the morning a bit confused and still had the problem of how to explain my Father I was going to prison...

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Date: 2009-08-27

[ BTW, last entry: damn, you sometimes scare me. ]

Some translucent Alien-like creature is following me, coming around the corner of a corridor in a building. Not really a scary persuit; it's more like an annoyance than a threat. But anyway, nice to avoid. There are some people around, and as I see him/it approach in the distance, I notice there's a DIY snackish buffet in progress. I take a white scorpion with red 'scissor' tips as snack and begin to chew on the scissor-tips; some other guy warns me the are poisonous. I tell him I know this, but that he has a point; it is very acid-tasting, and only contains exoskeleton, hardly any meat. I break off the 'scissor' and start chewing on the other end; much better.

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Date: 2009-09-05

Lots of weird things, in about 4 or 5 different dreams; I remember alien invasion, with yours truly being cloned. Suddenly I found myself in the company of my primary school classmates (and my clone as well); I asked myself "what would they possibly want by doing this" (i.e. what did they want to make clear)? But after remembering Yoda's words ("ask not 'why' - there is no 'why'!") decided to let it go; perhaps it was just alien's idea of a joke, or something I couldn't understand, or at least not at that time. Also some other dream about some programming incident at work, and some other non-nice work-related stuff. I need holiday.

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Date: 2009-09-05

It was the zombie apocalypse, human was slowly being overrun by extremely fast/raging zombies (not the traditional slow ones). The people still alive were fighting them of course, mostly with guns. However, before a fight started or when they were close to being overrun those people would break their own ankles. If they would indeed get overrun by zombies, they would be slow zombies due to their broken ankles. This gives the remaining survivors a better chance as they would be fighting against slow(er) zombies. Overall this dream was quite gory.

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Date: 2009-09-07

I was in 1986, at what I knew would be a cold-war museum in my time. They specialized in Submarines and small trucks, the later was from the 1920's and 1930's. strangely. I inqueried about a Submarine I knew would be there, But I could not remember its name or number. They did not have it, not as a real sub, a model or on microfilm. The microfilm was not the normal kind, it looked like a laser from a CD/DVD player, and it had to be looked at under a microscope (laser not active, as it was a microfilm).

I Asked my friend, if he knew the number or name of the sub I was looking for, he did not. The leader of the place wanted to show us a truck he had, with main focus on a oil indicator glass mounted on the side of the engineblock. When we left the dark museum, it turned ot to be underground. outside it was a sunny day, not a cloud in sight, a bit windy but warm. there was grass everywhere, We, we were now more than 2, started to play frisbee with somthing that was a square and made out of rubber, it bent atleast. There was a old lady there, a grandmother but not one of mine, asking if that was the game (I forgot the name) and we all kind of laughed and said no, thats not that game :-)

I was now in a garden that was the backyard of several buildings, and the back of the garden had a forrest. At the transiston from grass to forrest, I was moving a large tractor-wheel around, pulling it as it was horisontal and filled with sand. I was looking for the perfect place to set it down, so it would not rain on it, relying on the cover of the trees. Sadly all places I tried, still had rain comming through. Got fed up with moving it, So I started meassuring how big a tarpaulin should be, to streach out between the branches of the trees, to cover my "bed". Measurements said about 2meters by 1.5 meters.

I went into one of the buildings, it was a backentrance to a resturants kitchen. There I talked abit with a rat, about the size of a small cat. it was on a shelf so we were almost face to face, it was quite friendly. Suddenly, a "Lady and the tramp" chef came (the skinny one, not the fat one). The rat instantly flee, and there was another rat and a cat aswell, all running away. Told the chef I saw a rat (did not mention I talked with it, did not want him to think I was crasy). He wanted to report it the the officials, reaching for the phone and asking me for more details. Made up a story about it not being here that I had seen it but in a house I had rented that I did not know where were now (like a rented car, the apprently move about too...) Never got to go out and buy the cover for my "bed"...

Back home, my gf. had bought a swedish mail-order fake angle-wings for good luck, they did take up alot of space in bed, she had to wear them all the time.

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Date: 2009-09-15

(about last one: damn.)

Some guy to fix roof came by to look over matters; the place here was very full with furniture, no place to sit almost (I remember this living-room from real life, but how interesting is that). Light on the ceiling was broken, so it was quite dim, only evening sunlight shining in. After work was discussed, he continued by talking about his many electronics-projects he had made, in an almost apologetic way for 'wasting my time'. I didn't mind.

Also,... at some rainy market (flea market or something), there was a cardboard box with a lot of junk and a lot of records in it; all by some Japanese country-singer. A Japanese guy was going throught them, smiling. Then or later I notice a lump on my stomach, underneath my bellybotton, very swollen, and with a white worm crawling out; I try to catch the worm but it's gone again. Finally catch it, it drops on the floor. I stoop down to inspect it; almost can't believe this thing is really *alive*, but then I smash it.