Friday, 31 December 2010

soaring, bruised and cut hands

I dreamt that both my hands were hurt. I can't remember how I got the first injury on my left hand, that was full of small bleeding scars and bruises, I do remember though how I hurt the right one; I was in a public house when somebody collapsed on a table full of glasses, shattering them and causing a rain of fragments of crystal. I had a deep cup between my thumb and my index finger that would probably need stitches. I kept it closed and immobile and waited patiently for help. A fat woman that resembled "Harry Potter's aunt Petunia" and due to this similarity I expected no good from her, was very kind and brought me a cup of tea. A group of doctors appeared on the spot and took care, very quickly and painlessly, of my left hand and arm. When I looked at it, it was full of small scars, pink but closed. They left the other hand for later. I could see small pieces of glass sticking out of small dried wounds, that made it very painful to pull them off. While I was waiting I was talking to people but no one would help me remove the bloodied chips of my hand. I kept both hands immobile. I was afraid to touch them.

Later I was in a classroom in the office of my land-lady. She had a huge space available for me to work and the job I would be doing was teaching art to toddlers. My hands were still hurt and fixed in a safe position. I had the children sitting in a round table and started talking to them in a very gentle and slow manner so as to get to know each-other. The land-lady's desk was on a higher level in the room and I was standing on the stairs that linked the two floors. As I was speaking I went lower and nearer to the table and when I walked around it I saw that there were some significantly older boys in my audience. Non of them had a cheerful face. On the contrary, they all had an expression of teenage aggression. I did not approve of them being there among my other young students. I went to the land-lady to ask what was going on. She said that they were students of the neighboring school and that it was their break-time. I still did not trust their faces to be near so young kiddies. Soon my worries proved to be plausible as they started being rude and attacked me verbally. There was an uproar but I can't remember anything in particular.

In my third dream of the night I was with P. My hands still felt stiff. I was afraid to touch them but I did and saw that there was nothing wrong. I had just arrived at my studio space in the school of fine arts. I had a wide white desk in a corner. Everything was white, despite the dust. I also had a bicycle, white apparently. I had just sat down and was thinking of my new work when I heard that some kind of professor was there. She was a woman and I did not feel like discussing anything with her. I got up and went into the next room where we kept supplies. There were large sheets of iron screens. I thought it was a brilliant material to do millions of constructions and forms with. I found some smaller pieces and started experimenting with them when P. came looking for me. He told me he had purchased something from a weird girl that worked in a near-by bakery. We took my white bicycle and drove there. We were looking for sweet and sour snacks when the large baker-lady came out to bring more stuff. She was very plump and friendly. Before long I saw the girl with whom P. had had his weird transaction. She was a big girl indeed, with a round cheeky face and blond locks hanging on each of her shoulders. She had a beautiful, warm smile. She was a big Sapphic and she had her eyes fixed on me. I smiled back. The backer-lady brought a tray of snacks and she nailed it on two up-standing loafs of bread. I was amazed by their flexibility. I seemed to have lost part of the discussion because she gave me a very nice, vintage, original flexible bowl by Tupperware! It was occasionally yellow or blue and it could transform from a storage bowl to a salad bowl! I was transfixed. She had two identical ones but she said she would only give us the one. We took our food and our tupper and got on our bicycle and took off towards the sky.
When I woke up I wondered if my hands were still hurt. They were numb but I could move easily every finger. I found no cuts or bruises.

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Magic cushions. A big black empty building

I saw three magical objects, they were three basic principles or states or concepts of magic. They had originally been person that had taken the form of black velvet hats that looked like cushions with a light pink fury stripe. They flowed in space, next to a big arched gate and granted permissions. They would communicate with each-other and at some point one of them had to have a corner trimmed.
In another dream I saw that I had got trapped in a big black empty building. It was as if its purpose was to trap people inside and make it difficult for them to escape. All the walls were black and very dimly lit. I had to go up and down stairs and pass crawling through passages and short, narrow doors. I think I was in contact with somebody outside. When I managed to get out I found the person to whom I was talking to when I was in the building and he had a grey car. He suggested that I should drive. We were in a sparsely populated district, possibly an agricultural area. I drove the car into a ditch next to a cottage. I think that I had some explaining to to, subsequently, probably to some law enforcement officer. Yet I did not want too much trouble because of my previous experience.
I can't remember anything else clearly.

Wednesday, 29 December 2010


I was walking on a wide road near a port. It was a street vertical to the coast. The dark was falling, yet the road was brightly lit by yellow lights. There were wires, from side to side, with yellow light bulbs hanging from them. I was on the right-hand-side pavement, as I was facing forward. At the side of the pavement, next to a tree that was surrounded by a heavy iron fencing, I saw a vividly colored pile of furniture. I went closer and saw that it was mostly children things: a mattress, some bags and other things. They were in rather good condition and I started taking some of them for myself. I found two identical pencil-cases that were wet and soiled with sand. It made me think of children spending their summer break by the shore. I moved on and saw another similar pile of objects. This time they were more neatly put, there was a table and some of them were hanging from the tree like Christmas decorations. I was looking at them and had started piling my loot in front of me when I was surrounded by a group of men. I thought they were annoying but not necessarily a peril. They did not seem aggressive at all, merely curious. An English-speaking tall boy with lightly colored hair and a shortly trimmed beard kept finding nice pop little bags at the higher branches and giving them to me. To the group of men was added a group of "hens". They made such a ruckus that made me want to leave, so I moved onwards. Along with me came a skinny nice girl. We went past something that looked like a pop corn booth and had fruit stalked on the wall behind it. At this point I should mention that there were no cars at this road, and that their absence made it look even more mysterious. The thin girl with straw-blond hair and sunken blue eyes stopped at this site. It was advertised by a big-breasted woman dressed up as a pin-up in yellow and red, with fluffy brown hair. It was run by a man that had a set of tinny medical scalpels. He would modify the skin with these and create figures that looked terribly mutated, but with a certain symmetry that made them look like naturally born monstrous entities. I could see him cutting the shoulder of a man and forming a flowery shape with the detached skin. The girl that was with me showed me isometrically bright red scarves on her arms. She looked like an abnormally neat suicide attempt.
I took a turn and walked in a dark-lit alley. It must have been a pedestrian's road because the luck of vehicles there did not strike me as something odd. I was with T., a friend of my sister. She would help me go higher up the city safely because we were at a very dodgy part of the city. I remember seeing two of the oddly mutated men whispering to each other and grinning. They were particularly large-built and they had fleshy spiral formations everywhere, at their legs and thighs and arms and neck. They looked so abnormal and I was sure that they had an equally mutated mind. We went through a bar, up some stairs and then we had to walk on a stone wall. It was wide enough and not very high but I felt my fear of heights taking over me. My phone rung and I tried to pick it up, I could not see who it was though. All I could read was "knitt-it-....". I thought evil about whoever tried to talk to me at that point. Also because the phones battery was dying and I wanted to call P. later. I picked it up but could hear nothing. Then I thought it must have been E., an annoying acquaintance of mine. I felt terribly dizzy and told T. to move on because I couldn't follow and that I would find my way on my own. The wall on which I was standing was making a curve in the bar. I spoke to a man that was having his drink bellow me that I had frozen from fear and that I could not get off! He pointed at me for the waiter to see. They moved aside and left an empty space for me to fall. I asked politely the waiter that was also very tall and wide to catch me when I fall. He did. I fell on his chest and he put me down. I went outside. People were really dodgy! I started walking towards another direction but came to a dead-end street. A group of approximately four women with long curly hair in obsolete hair-dos surrounded me with bad intents. I swallowed my tongue and walked away. There was a strangely disfigured girl on a wheel-chair. She went into a dodgy building. I was standing in front of what seemed to be a fortune-teller's booth, with a curved neon, multicolored sign and heavy black drapes on the door. Other people were there as well. The girl in the wheel-chair, that had looked rather small when I had first seen her, came rushing out, screaming. She came near us and got up. She was massive with a really wide formation of flesh around her head (at least where her eyes were). She was holding an official paper and was screaming in rage that "they don't help at all! It took years to get a certificate that after a very complex surgery that took eight hours they managed to form a functional body again! But do you call this functional? Have you seen lots of girls pooping from their foreheads and eating from where their anus used to be?" I observed then that only her arms and legs had their original place on her body. Every other part had been terribly misplace making her an indistinct mass of body tissue! Her colon seemed to have been placed on her forehead indeed and she made a dark brown turd as she mentioned it. Subsequently she held a large bowl with something white and mushy under her feet and started eating. I felt sympathy and disgust at the same time.
I saw more mutants telling their stories! There was a man that was saying how he had almost dyed when he jumped off the wall from where I had fallen earlier. I can't recall the details or his face clearly though.
I have the impression that P. was coming for me because I had vague visions of him being around and I felt safer.
The next thing I remember was sitting around a small round table, with people I don't know but felt keen on, and telling my dream about the mutants. I started from the pop-corn booth but then I remembered how it had all started and then I woke up.

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Dumbledore, again- me in two bodies

I dreamt I was with Dumbledore in a group of people . He was homosexual and he was performing scientific experiments. In one of these he turned me into a man. I cannot remember what I looked like. He did not transform me back into a woman but, instead, he used some genetic material of mine he had taken in the past and re-created me as one. Thus I existed in two different bodies but I seemed to be using only one brain to think, so I never saw in my dream both types at the same time. We went to a beach. I think it was in an abandoned military camp. The opposite coast was quite close, in a distance that most people would swim without too much effort. Yet non of us showed any intention to get into the water. There were more people there.
Apart from the beach I also saw myself in a house, in a room with lots of others. There was a tall thin rock singer- the cocky, full of drugs kind of rock singer- that got interested in me. I had a cold attitude towards him until he lost his excitement and I gained some. Yet, since I had turned him down I did not dare to make any moves towards him. I just kept staring discreetly and wondering why this might be happening to me, not paying any attention to someone that fancies me until they stop, and then I want them desperately. My male self found a sweetheart as well. There was this girl that used to be a friend of mine some years ago. She is quite cute, tall and thin and despite the fact that my male version was much shorter than her, I decided to give it a try, and asked her if she would like us to spent some time on our own. I was standing a stair higher than her but she was still taller. She accepted this and invited me at her flat on the next day, around eleven o'clock pm or midnight. I don't really like getting out of my house so late and I felt reluctant to do it, but I said I would be there. I was quite nervous as it would be my first date with a woman. On the account that I had kept my original brain in my male body I started wondering if I was a lesbian. At the same time my girly self managed to arrange something more intimate with the rock singer. Things were getting confusing. I might have been able to be at two places simultaneously but I still had only brain to do the thinking for both bodies! I asked a random girl that was there, if she would mind listening to me for a little while and maybe tell me her opinion on a subject that concerned me. We went into the bedroom where people were leaving their coats. Other girls kept coming in, and since it might be good to listen to more individual opinions I decided to have a bigger audience. Some men infiltrated in the room but we kicked them out. The last one to stay inside was a tiny gnome, hiding under the bed. The last person I wanted to tell my problems to was a gossipy magical creature. I made him leave the room as well. I started telling my story about the two heterosexual bodies and the one female mind. I asked what to do with the chick since I had never thought as a lesbian before. A short and chubby woman with fluffy black hair and a black skirt that became very tight around her wide, round bottom as she sat, told me that she had been equally disappointed by men and women. I thought that I would have never guest that she was going both ways and that I was too much prudent after all.
I woke up.

Monday, 27 December 2010

Stake and kidney pie

I can't remember how this dream started but we 'll take it from the following point onwards. I had taken a bath and all the green colour of my fringe got washed away, leaving my partially blond. It was not that sickly light orange I had before the application of the green pigment but a nice vibrant, almost white yellow. I didn't like it anyway and wondered if I would have to wait for my hair to become dirty again before I tried to change the colour. Next thing I remember is being in a butchery. I was looking at the butcher, who was my brother, in his white, blood-stained robe. He had thin, blond, shoulder length hair and a warm, friendly grin on his face. He was a head taller than me, well built and with wide shoulders. He hugged me. I had mixed feelings about him, I liked and respected him as a brother but I was also slightly intimidated as if I did not know much about him and the mystery that surrounded him made me feel uncomfortable. He was religious and, in addition to that, he also had holly powers. I was holding a plastic bag with small balls of dough and I asked if I should have sanctified them or if he would like to do it. He said he had crossed and thus sanctified "this" and pointed towards a plastic bag full of pieces of meat. From their textures and colour I understood that some were kidneys. I assumed I would have to cook stake and kidney pie.
I walked back home were I met my old friend G. (I haven't seen this person for so long I am no longer sure we are still friends). We were flatmates. From the discussion I deducted that we were leaving on the next day. I fell off the clouds because I had not realized it would be this soon. Apparently he had made all the arrangements with the movers and he had booked our tickets and I had not made a note of the date of departure. I also had to cook and a million other things for the flat and I had not got cardboard boxes so as to pack my things! I asked if had any spare ones. The answer was negative. I started by packing my shoes. They were less than I expected them to be. While I was doing this I found a few more boxes I had stored in the bigger box I had used for my shoes.
Yet, I did not know if I wanted to leave. I seemed to have adjusted rather well after all this time. I did not feel as I did when the decision had been taken. I kept packing shoes until the dog started barking.
I got up, put on my sleepers, asked her to shut up and slowly proceeded to the kitchen to make the essential morning warm beverage that helps turn a zombie into a functional human being. Loo, toothbrush, green fringe still there. "Morning Captain".

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Schools and other academic fascilities

I dreamt I was going somewhere with P.. We decided to take a short-cut through a school. The first building had an arcade from the sides of which children and teachers were led to their classes, upstairs. It was a very crowded space that resembled slightly to a mega-store. After this there was was another school, for younger children, that did not have a passage so we walked around it and as we continued walking straight after the last turn we took round the school, we passed by the pavement next to a children playground. It was filled with kids and teachers. As we were walking there our course was interrupted by a set of swings. Children were sitting everywhere and there were a couple of teachers sitting on a bench and chatting with some older women. The children were doing some kind of exercise on synchronization, so we had to wait for every duo to finish swinging so as to move slowly forward. When we managed to escape this we rushed down a crowded pedestrian road. We listened behind us one of the teachers telling another that we were trespassers of their school grounds and that she should come after us because we had to be punished. The younger teacher seemed reluctant to do such a thing but the other woman convinced her by saying that no adult had the right to be on school grounds and that she new our lot. She said we were the spoiled mayors of a nearby posh district. We heard the young woman screaming behind us and she finally reached us. She asked us to stop, yet she didn't appear to be really confident on what she was doing. We tried to explain that there was no indication that this had been the school premises, that there was also no barriers of any sort to prevent people from approaching and that anyway we were on the pavement. She sat down and took a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket and offered us a couple, taking one her self and asking for a lighter. She informed us that she had no intention of getting us punished and that, further-on, the woman that had instructed her to do so was not a very fair teacher to begin with. The children were not supposed to be on the swings when we had passed through them but it was only her laziness that had caused a delay and thus provoked the whole incident. We returned to the school to defend ourselves in front of teachers and parents. We waited there for a little while and then we went into a prolonged room with desks on either side behind which people were standing. The woman that had initiated the whole deal was sitting on a chair. I approached her so as to speak and she responded with vulgar words. I looked at the crowd around me and asked them to witness her bad behaviour. I advanced towards her again and she pushed me back. She was wearing a red cardigan with a v neck-cut. I asked the crowed if they had seen how badly she was treating me and they cheered. The case was closed. She was the bad one and I was innocent. People started leaving the room. I went near a grey-haired and spectacled parent and told him that the case was not closed because there should have been a sign or a barrier to prevent people from going through the school premises. He gave me a look that suggested that I should not be mentioning this issue any more and said something that showed that he believed we were wrong and pushing our luck in a way.
Later I saw that I was in an academic institution on my own. Soon, a lot of people from my MA course filled the place. My x-bf was there. It was a seminar on digital arts and photography. I had a lot of inquiries but the time passed without me noticing and we had to leave. I wanted a couple of books from the library but I had borrowed a wrong one. My x-bf invited me somewhere for the weekend and I said I would go only if he could help me in advanced photoshop. He said he didn't really know. I saw a lot of people smoking, and S., a guy a friend of mine fancied a lot- he was very nervous too for not having managed to do much there- and classes on the first floor and a big school-yard.
Then I remember talking about an issue on contemporary aesthetics with my father. He looked younger and he was wearing a 60's pair of trousers with bell legs. It was made of an orange and black tweed fabric with art-deco small squares. I kept looking at it because the textile was awesome, unlike the design of the trousers that were actually short. He was telling me that he had encountered an argument that concerned my practice, as well, and that when he had indicated this to his father, he, in his turn, had announced the importance of the subject, yet without providing with a solution. My father had outstretched his arms, with his palms facing upwards and was wondering "how" passionately, while I kept staring at the small checks on his vibrantly coloured trousers.

Saturday, 25 December 2010

A. was pregnant

I left a place where I was supposed to be (it was something like a school or camp) and I was walking down a busy road. I could see a crowd moving but I was some steps behind. It started to rain a lot suddenly and I tried to get mixed with the crowd and hide under somebody else's umbrella. Then I met A. a friend of my friend D. whom I am very fond of. She had a big transparent umbrella and she invited me under it politely. I approached and we walked together. She was going to a pub to meet D. and I went along. We were sitting next to the cosy bar and they were talking about an unconfirmed situation, considering her relationship, that problematized A.. Later I saw that I had left this place and I was walking towards a shore. A. came running to me and told me that I should congratulate her. She told me she was pregnant and that she had talked to the baby's father that lived abroad and that he would come to stay with her and raise their child together. I felt honestly happy for her and I started wondering why I have never wanted a child of my own, if I was loosing the opportunity to have one and so on and so on. We were walking next to a stone built wall with some strange iron circular small inscriptions. I wondered what they were about but could not figure it out. When we approached the shore A. told me she had to live and I stayed there on my own. The landscape was peculiar. It looked like a natural shallow pool with small formations of brown stone in the color of sand and with similar texture. Lot's of people were lying on towels and gave an old-school sensation with their tanned bodies, sun-bleached hair and out-fashioned bathing suits. It looked like an advertisement from the seventies for some trendy Greek island. I stepped into the water but did not like it one bit. It was lukewarm and unnatural. I walked away and some time later I was stopped by another friend of D.'s, S..I am quite fond of this guy too. He told me he had a secret he wanted to show me. We hid behind a straw fence and he wrote some letters on a paper. It seemed that he had figured out a way of writing the formed big and thick letters with as little effort as possible. His letters seemed like Gothic and they had small lines to fill in their width but he seemed to be doing a single line. They were mostly capitals and made with straight lines, like the letters "L", "I","T", "K" etc. He showed me some wooden boxes that had similar letters to his stamped on them and said he figured out their owner's secret and that thus, we could escape. We seemed to have been enslaved but the owner of the boxes. He was the father of a rich girl I used to know in primary school and junior high-school, F.. She was vulgar, blond, very popular with the boys because she was slutty like a teenage tv-star and gave me a rather hard time, as I was the complete opposite: brunette, chubby (not so much, she was slightly thinner than me and we both had big breasts for our age but I had always had a complex with my weight that was enforced because until the third grade I had to wear shoes for flat-feet and could not run easily or as fast as the other children. I was also very poor and my clothes were old, handmade and in odd sizes), yet a very good student, serious-looking and intimidating towards the boys. Anyway, it was good that S. had found the solution and we agreed to meet again soon so that he could explain things to me.
The next thing I remember is being inside a double-decked train. People were staring at me in a hostile manner. When we were near my home town I got up and started going down the stairs. I held tight a brown fluffy bag I had with me. A woman told me that the train did not make a stop there and I responded that she was wrong. She insisted that there was not a stop where I wanted to get off but I ignored her. As I was going down the stairs I thought that the bag I had with me was not my regular one, nor did it have inside all the things I usually carry with me. I wished I had left it at home and that I had not forgotten to take it from my train-seat. That would be disastrous. I did not really want to be there but since I had gotten into the train for some reason I could not recall, I decided to visit my mom. I was about to cross a very wide road when I saw a car passing slowly. In the driver's seat was a friend of mine, S., I haven't seen for ages. I waved at him and meant to ask what on Earth he was doing there, as he lives at the other side of the country. He did not stop though, he just gave me a wide smile as his car was passing extremely slowly in front of me.

Friday, 24 December 2010

A trial, a palace, a museum and pool

I dreamt of lots of things last night.
I saw that I looked at the floor in front of our apartment's main door and there were a lot of official paper's lying there. I opened the door and saw the woman that takes care of the issues concerning the building and an older man with the appearance of a a bureaucrat going up the stairs. I asked what all this was about and she told me that they had to take legal action towards the people that were in debt. I replied that this was very unfair because we owed them only a month's amount and that this was just because we were not in at the collection day, so I intended to give it to her within the next week along the new one. She said she agreed with me but the problem had become so enlarged that they had to do something drastic instantly. The bureaucrat that had a very severe expression on his face until that moment gave me a sympathetic look and told me not to worry so much, as tears were already rolling down my face, and he would try to help me sort it out and not get mixed up to more complex legal procedures.
Later I was in a group of people (it was something like a class). It seemed that they had taken for a field trip to some specific town with a palace and a museum and various other important buildings. We went past the monarch's residency and took a sneak pick inside the central hall. The building was huge! It was a square piece of architecture, not more than two or three stories high, covered with elaborate mosaic in black, off-white and mauve. I could see an endless corridor spreading through arched doors and staircases on either side. We said "aaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!" in admiration but were pushed forward soon. We reached our destination, a museum of all the cultural aspects of that place an started deforming as a group and looking at the exhibits. There were jewelry and mannequins with military uniforms. At some point we saw a big bench with cardboard boxes full of partially broken jewelry and dirty metallic brooches and an inscription that informed us that they were on sale, as they used to belong to the museum's collection but they had lost their value. I started searching frantically! I found glass rings that fitted just right and looked strangely and beautifully tectonic but I thought it was a bit dangerous to wear fractured glass. Then I found some metallic brooches. They had women and animals and televisions and two sewing machines that I absolutely adored. I was trying to chose when the entrance to the next room got blocked by armored security guards that asked us to finish our tour as soon as possible and leave the building. I picked a big packet with a dozen of brooches and one in the shape of a "singer"sewing machine and started moving down the stairs. I was with two acquaintances of mine, a girl and a boy. We were waiting in line to pass from the cashier and pay for our goods when a couple of employees got confused on who should do the sale for a particular object (I think it was a book). The guards were pushing us out and the employees were yelling.
Later I saw I walked into a billiards shop. I am really bad at this and I was hoping that the place would be empty apart form the traditional forty-year-old bar-woman. It was a wide room with a low ceiling and no lights apart from the lamps that hung above each pool table. In the furthest corner tables were two girls, each on a table on her own, in large blue t-shirts, dark brown pony-tails and luminous white gloves, the kind that is used for pool. They looked very professional and equally stupid like any human that has dedicated his or her life in sports. I approached them to ask for a couple of tips to improve my skills. They got very annoyed and hit me on the stomach. Then one of them tried to break my arm but I suddenly became very strong and skilled in fighting and bit the shit out of her, with a Hollywood-ish pretentious style.
Enough information for one night! When I got out of bed I was very proud of having "designed"(imagined) the buildings and objects of the second dream. I wish that I could do that again, soon.

Sunday, 19 December 2010

Fresh Boys

I was at the flat of my friends K. and D. and I was talking with K. (I was actually thinking of her all day long yesterday). She had to go and I was on my own. I can't remember every detail of what took place but I do remember standing next to a bench amongst overgrown plants. I met there a tall thin blond guy. We instantly expressed an interest on each-other and started playing. The time passed and we had to separate but we said that we would probably meet again soon and that this would be nice.
I dreamt a lot last night and my dreams mingled by the time I got out of bed.
I also got acquainted with another guy, shorter and with dark hair with whom I also got close.
I had a rendezvous with my sister. We were going to see our father and subsequently we would go to her house. We met him and he asked us if we were smoking drugs. I gave him a rather severe fake stare and asked him if he did not think we were rather old to have such a conversation. Then I accused him of having potheads for friends. My sister found the whole scene hilarious. We moved on. I must have fallen by accident in water and I was completely naked as my clothes were soaking wet. I didn't mind it at first. The nearest place where I could dry myself and get in a new outfit (it seems that I thought it was improper to get dressed in front of everyone while I preferred to walk around naked) was my uncle's restaurant. It was a narrow shop with a single row of tables on either side of an aisle. I was walking towards the toilet that was at the far end when I noticed that the blondy was there with his brother and father. I was covering my breasts with my arms quite adequately but it just shown on me that my vagina and arse were completely unprotected in common view. I gave him a side stare and hurried to reach my destination. I had to go through a door. On my left was the loo door and directly in front of me was the entrance to the kitchen. Staff was going in and out of this door and I felt ashamed for my nudity. I was in there getting dry and dressed. The boy came in and started making a scene. I got angry and told him off. He regretted for having scolded me but I thought that this was an indication of an overall violent behaviour and that I would not put up with it. He was rather handsome though and his hair and skin felt great and I thought that I could spend some time with him if I found a way to cope with his outbursts of anger.
I can't remember much about the other guy but the situation in which I met him was similar. At some other dream, though, I was talking about my new dream acquaintances to my friend D.. She was asking me if I feel bad for dreaming of other men while being with P.. I was trying to explain that I did a little but that it has been more than a year that I am with him and that I might have missed the feeling of "fresh flesh", that feeling you get on your fingers when you touch somebody for the first time, before you get used to the texture of the skin and the body's temperature.
As usual, after a while, I was dreaming and waking up every, approximately, half an hour but right now I can't extract anything more.

Saturday, 18 December 2010

alcohol induced weirdness

I was going to give an interview for the MA course of the school of Fine Arts in Athens. I walked into a room with a big oval table. Some people I didn't know were already sitting there. I was not personally acquainted with any of them but I could guess by their description who each one was. Soon all the seats were taken and we started introducing ourselves. People were telling their names in random order and rather loudly, a situation I found terribly off-putting and hesitated to say mine. I did get a chance to introduce myself at some point and when I did people I had never seen before started laughing and a girl with black posh clothes and black straightened hair made a rude and uninteresting comment. I said "imbecile" between my teeth. A professor with a black leatherette old-fashioned jacket and a black perm gave me a severe look and told me that it was clear I did not fit there and that I should leave. I should mention that around the table were the previously mentioned girl and man, a girl and a boy that were fellow students of mine during my first studies, of whom I am not that fond, a woman that teaches history of art and belongs to a school of thought I find narrow-minded and obsolete and, in the position of my previous teacher, Dumbledore. When I got rejected I felt annoyed, partly because I hadn't been given a chance- they had not asked me anything, I was obviously criticized for my appearance only (I was wearing a handmade cardigan with thin multicolored stripes I made when I was 12 or something)- and partly because it reminded me of another interview I had gone through with the same result. I got up and became very aggressive. I told them exactly what I had in my mind for each of them in a vulgar vocabulary. I told them they are the enemy and that I don't really need them anyway since I already have a Master of the Arts title! The guy that had rejected me went into the other room and I was screaming about his incompetence as a teacher and an artist. I told him that he had obviously been given this position after bribing and making sexual favours since as an artist he was utterly meaningless. I also accused them of populism and prejudice. I left the room after thanking Dumbledore for being there and kissing him on both cheeks, a gesture that made him feel obviously uncomfortable. I went outside and kept on yelling curses and criticism. I went into another studio where I met people I knew and told them what had happened. I was so angry that, occasionally I raised my voice enough so as to be heard from the next room. This attitude made people turn their faces from me. I felt further uncomfortable about that but I had decided to make a huge fuss and speak out every truth people would only dare whisper. I thought that someone should say all these things aloud and since I had nothing to loose I might as well be the one! I went through some strange corridors and doors that made you go round in circles and got outside again. Next door I met a friend of mine that is a wood technician. I was happy to see him and started talking about my recent experience again. He did not mind my loud voice and seemed to be on my side but he warned me that if I keep this up they might send someone to kick me out of the building. I said I was leaving anyway. I returned to my house and I met my sister. She told me my mom was upstairs and I started climbing up the wall pretending to be spiderman. I took my sister on my back and started climbing with her. I was amazed that I could do that! I also noticed I had a humongous hanging penis that made me feel terribly awkward and thought that something was very wrong with that image, so I went through the whole scene again trying to avoid the penis.. I went up the wall that was silver with holes as if it had an emendal cheese pattern.
I woke up. I burnt my arm some days ago and my blister was very itchy. I tried to find a better position for it and went back to sleep, sure that I needed more sleep to avoid a heavy hang-over head-ache.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Exhibition re-assessed

I dreamt I was attending a seminar during which I would see a lot of screenings. I might have been participating myself with a couple of works. I was in an amphitheatre trying to get a descent seat. I sat next to a girl that looked nice and young. We were going through exams. She arrogantly informed me that it was the first time she had got accepted in an academic institution without paying her way in. I gave her my most displeased look and started telling her off. I informed her that she shouldn't be so proud as she belonged to a minority that bought people's consciousness. I added that she should be ashamed of herself and never mention this subject, that openly, in front of people because she might hurt or insult someone. I left frustrated but soon I thought that she didn't seem like a bad girl, just young and naive, so I went back to apologize. She was gone, though. I went around to socialize for a little. I found a couple of friends of mine and was casually chatting with them when I saw a man I knew eight years ago.( We were studying drawing together. His gestures had been very violent, he would crash the charcoal on the paper, and his drawings had very intense contrasts. Everyone considered him to be very aggressive and somehow mentally unstable. I had always been nice to him, I liked talking to him occasionally. I stopped being so open towards him when he started being insulting. He even stepped on both of my feet once. I never understood why. Some years later a common friend informed me that he had made it to the school of Fine Arts and that while he was there he was much calmer and almost pleasant to people). In my dream he was considerably shorter that he actually is -he is rather tall, approximately 1, 90 m and very thin- whilst the person I saw was of average built. His hair was long, black and curly and his forehead was too wide. He also had a beard with the same qualities. It was nice to see him after all this time. We greeted each other warmly.
At some other point I was walking down the aisle and I met E., my course-leader from when I was studying at W.. She told me that my installation had problematic issues that I should revise and that we should have a chat. I got worried because the work I was presenting there was not the work on which I wished to be assessed. It was made for the exhibition while I had already presented my official work for them to see and judge. I tried to explain this but my words didn't make it through. I went to see what she was talking about as I had forgotten what exactly I had done. I saw that I had set-up the dolls among furniture, some of which were in children size, and I liked the end-result. What was she talking about, removing my artistic freedom?
Then I remember looking around for other people I might know and the girl I had insulted so as to apologize, but I remember nothing more specific.

Friday, 10 December 2010

parade of bullies

I saw that I was teaching something, after the ordinary hours during which a school functions, to a small group of people. I was working at the building that used to be my high-school. I can't remember who my students were, but they were male and with strange political or religious beliefs, so, for my own safety, I had to be very typical and cautious. I remember talking to someone, I can't remember if it was a student or a superior, that made me feel uncomfortable by bringing up a subject on which I did not feel that I should express my opinion. I took my bag that was very big and filled with things. I remember putting on a couple of red socks and an off-white blouse. I also had with me an object that would change forms. It might have been my female dog. On this occasion she had transformed into a beautiful young guy that seemed to like me. I was wondering if I could do anything with him and then I thought that the creature was actually female. I started wondering about homosexuality.
Maybe, at some other point in the dream, while I was at the school, or in some other dream sequence, I was in the office of a psychologist, yet not as a patient but as a visitor. I was siting on a chair by his office instead of the traditional couch that was anyway occupied. I tried to make him tell me his opinion on a couple of things so as to engage into conversation. While I was there I was holding tight the previously mentioned very large bag.
I left the school and walked further down the road. I had my shape-shifting animal with me. I had to change my socks. I had a spare couple in my abnormally over-stuffed bag. They were red, like these I had on but instead of flowers they had a strawberry patern on them and they were much more comfortable. I was thinking of my object of desire, who seemed to be different this time from the animal. I also had a thought or a mental image that associated my socks to my armpits. I was leaning against a road sign opposite a derelict cafeteria. The district was dirty and dodgy. An old-school car turned around the corner and went past me with the person's by the driver eyes fixed on me. By the time I got to find the clean socks and wear them, the car had made a circle around the square and returned. I was sure they wanted to shoot me but instead they lowered the window and asked for directions. I didn't know the answer but I heard the driver say that they would spare me. I hurried to get away for the case they would change their mind. I took a few steps down the road when I saw a large group of people, gathered like they were waiting for a parade. This was disconcerting. I asked a guy in a dark blue pullover what was going on. I chose him because he was chatting with other people that appeared to disapprove of what was happening. For a minute there I thought I had done something something stupid because he might have been a policeman, yet when I saw his face I was sure he was a left-wing working class all right guy. He told me that "they" were parading and celebrating and that it was a weird era that we were entering. He advised me to be very cautious if I wanted to cross that street to go home. I had to. It was the widest and longest street of the town and my home was on the other side. I decided to take another route and cross from further down. I walked towards the opposite direction but at the end of the building block there were more dodgy looking people ready for fight. The crowd was not so thick there so I could pass if I moved fast. I did not like where I was one bit and I decided to get into a small alley.
Parenthesis: I am in this neibourhood often in my dreams. It is in my hometown and it is near the house of my godmother, another very good friend of my mother and my aunt N.. They don't really live that close to each other but when I was a child I found their streets very intriguing because they looked nothing like ours (or so I thought back then) and there was the fear of getting lost as I have a quite inadequate sense of orientation and I did not now the area well enough.
The alley was a dead end. It led to a door of one of these houses where each room has a door towards a central yard with a well. I knocked on the door, so as to at least get some shelter and maybe call someone to pick me up. A very weird-looking woman opened the door. She was very thin and sower with a face that seemed prematurely old. Her back was somehow crooked and she was wearing a colourful apron and her hair were inside a colourful shawl. I did not trust her. Behind her I could see the woodwork on the house and thick plantation. Beside her was a small child almost hiding behind her robe. She had socks and summer slippers on and despite the condition of her back and her legs she seemed fast. I decided to take my chances and ask for shelter and try to get to the phone a.s.a.p.. I even asked if this was just a yard or if it was connected with other houses that I could pass through.
I can't remember how but I escaped that place and run from the fastest route towards my house. I thought I was really far but I was quite close to the central square. I passed unnoticed between the crowed of bullies and as soon as I got to the coffee-shops behind them I started running over banisters, grass, between chairs and people. I could hear some of them making comments about my behaviour but I was scared shitless and kept running until I got to the train station and down the stairs and closer to home.

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

puppy poo

I remember waking up at least three times during my sleep after having seen a dream.
From the first time I recall being in someone's bed. I was covered with a soft, thin and warm duvet. I was not really supposed to be there, I was probably hiding. I also had the impression that it would be fine to take the duvet and some sheets and maybe the curtains too when I would leave; they belonged to me somehow. I didn't like their pattern though. It had an out-fashioned printed colourful design, kitch but not in the happy-go-lucky manner. I tried hard to think of what had preceded this scene but I haven't been able yet.
Then I dreamt that my puppy had pooped on the balcony and that she had stepped on her faeces, spreading them all over the floor as she was walking around.
Later I saw a piece of the corner between wall and ceiling. There was a mirror near by and the paint had peeled off due to mildew. I also remember hearing the sound of a video game.
Although I have the impression that my dreams were complicated and with lots of incidents happening I can't remember anything else.

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

marble tap

I woke up with a little hang-over and a small ugly feeling because of some bad news I heard about a girl I hardly know, but have heard plenty of. I think I was dreaming of somebody's transformation. I remember something green, possibly a sweater. Also a body getting gradually shorter and thinner around the waist. The last fragment of the dream and the one I can recall most clearly was running water, an emptying marble tap.

Monday, 6 December 2010

Filming and shit

I dreamt I had been invited to the shooting of a film. I had made a special object for them and even though I would not participate further somebody had told me I could actually watch the whole process of the making off from back-stage. I was expecting to meet lots of acquaintances of mine there. I arrived before anyone I knew. It was taking place in a bar that was like a basement. The set was on the front half of the room and in the middle were the equipment and chairs for the people to leave their things and sit when they where not participating. I sat down and was offered food. I don't know if the following was in the same dream sequence: I was sitting on a table with M. and I., two friends of p.. I ordered sushi while they got just drinks. When the bill came it was a huge amount of money. They said that M. should pay the most because she had been there first and consequently she had consumed the most. I hesitated for a little while because I could not really afford it and then I came clean and told them that it was possibly my food that had such a high cost. We checked the receipt and indeed, my plate cost 30 euros. I realized it must have been a mistake because I had had this plate before and I had payed less than ten euros. I can't remember how but this issue got sorted out.
More folk had arrived at the scene and we had to take our places and be quiet. The fat, short and ugly director (it was probably a constructed allusion to S., a sleazy friend's friend, for whom I made an object) sat next to me and the filming began. We had not been introduced despite the fact that I had made something for his film. I did not want to mention this, though. I was not very fond of him but I felt like showing off so I made a comment about his film-work, I told him that after all he was doing very repetitive stuff and that I could outline his obsessions. He was very arrogant and denied the truth of this fact. He almost sent me away, whispering the whole time so as not to be heard from others. I asked him if he would like me to explain and said that most artists use their obsessions and that it is a positive thing to re-examine some concepts through practice, so as to distill and merge ideas and that this is the way to making a masterpiece and that Jim Jarmush's "the limits of control" was a masterpiece but you can trace in it bits and pieces of ideas on which he has worked on previous films. He tried to avoid me a few times but by the end we seemed to start getting along.
I went to the loo ( I don't know if I was still in the same bar as I kept visiting such places all night long -I kept waking up and going back to sleep and I was always in a bar or a restaurant, and the memories now have mingled in my mind-). As it is typical in my dreams, in the loo sequences, I could not stay alone to do my job. I went into the crowded toilet. It also appeared to be the men's room. I even opened one of the private doors and got in. It was a long distance between the door and the toilet sit. A guy was taking a wee. I just kept my calm, turned my back on him but stayed in the cubicle and asked him not to mind me and take his time. He looked a lot like a guy I had snogged two years ago, a large built ginger one. The one in my dream finished and went outside. I had the cubicle to myself to take a nice wee. As I leaned backwards, careful not to touch anything with any part of my body, I noticed that the previously solid door was semi-transparent now. Apparently I could not be seen clearly but only as a vague figure. Nonetheless anyone could figure out the posture I had taken. It is a funny posture the one women take so as to pee without touching anything, not exactly standing and not exactly sitting down Being a short girl amkes things even more difficult. Furthermore, as I mentioned earlier I was probably in the men's room. I could see a figure outside my door, possibly observing me as I was observing him. -gap-
I was in that place with the many bars and taverns -maybe in another dream- and we were near a beach. I was going in and out of shops and at some point I was among another film crew in the entrance of an older building. I went out last and closed the heavy wooden door behind me. I was walking around when I met a few of these people that greeted me. I approached them just to be polite as I was not particularly fond of them. They gave the impression of uneducated arty fakes. They were on a bench by the beach and in the middle of a grassy square. One of them was tall with fluffy gray hair and a bamterlele (^_____^). He started telling me how much their superior appreciates my opinion and that he is thinking of offering me a job. I could sense hostility and envy in the tone of his voice, so I thought of rubbing my credentials in his face and I mentioned, in a lighthearted way my academic status. He was taken a bit aback. They seemed to think that I was not highly educated because I did not use their pretentious vocabulary and did not look vaguely at the yonder when I spoke. I escaped their company and got into a take away store. I knew they had a window in the lavatory from where I could leave without being seen. I went past the crowd and ordered spinach pie from the counter. I was not hungry. While it was being prepared, though, I went to check on my escape exit. The window was there all right, but somebody had build a fence with barbed-wire within ten centimetres from the wall. Even if I managed to get out there was nowhere to go! All I could see was the fence going all the way in the dark and empty fields covered with darkness. I forgot to mention that at the beginning of the dream it was daytime and that by the time these things were taking place it was dark outside. I returned, took my pie and tried to find another way away from all these people. I remember a road sign in the dark.
Woke up, went back to sleep.
I did not dream anything more specific, I think. I just remember thinking of making flower brooches of fabric.

Sunday, 5 December 2010

up-heavals, corridors, buildings, the usual..

The dream I remember from last night was very complicated and I only remember bits and pieces that I can't really put in any time-line or order. The first thing I remember is that as I was getting out of the room where I was sleeping with my boyfriend, I crossed paths with my previous one. He was wearing a jacket that was mine two years ago. It had not been mine in the dream, but it was equally outdated as a known piece of clothing. I told him I was about to call him so as to meet. He had gone shopping and had just returned home with small shopping bags of bookstores, or music shops. He tried to kiss me but I refused. I was amazed by my determination not to cheat. I can't remember what happened next but I remember also seeing his mother and walking, later at some point, into his room. I found him lying on the couch by the window and tried to make casual chat. I think that the subject might have been about me having to leave for abroad.
I also remember talking with my sister about something perilous, but nothing more, even though I have the impression I was talking to her for some time.
The next thing I remember clearly was getting out of the room into a corridor. I might have been in one of those multifunctional buildings that house shops and facilities of the sort apart from apartments. There were two unknown women chatting outside their doors. It was late- it was dark outside- and they told me about some upheaval that had taken place and that the streets were dodgy- a woman had been robbed of all her money just a few hours ago. They had ordinarily long black hair and they were casually dresses and around their late twenties or early thirties. They told me to think again before attempting to go out on my own at this time. Thus I returned to the room where from I had just come out. I think P. was there but it could have been my sister as well. I repeated what I had just heard and made the assumption that if people were after the money in my bag and did not tend to harm people physically I would be safe if I was not carrying any.
Dreams don't start or conclude in any specific manner. On the contrary, most of the times the story stops abruptly. People wake up and they never know what happened after all.

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Not going back

I was dreaming I had not left London decisively but only for a short break, with the intention to go back and search for a job there. I had spent my last day here with P. A couple of hours before the flight, I would go to my house to collect my luggage and he would go meet his sister. I went to my house and tried to make sure I didn't let anything behind, but I kept finding unpacked stuff on the table and the chairs of the living room. I was putting everything in my hold-bag that would get over-stuffed and overweight soon. I departed for the airport by monorail and when I got there, as I was passing through long, futuristic aisles I could not stop thinking how much I wanted to stay. I thought about how much I have missed London, the town itself and my life-style there, even the miserable hours of sundown at three o'clock in the afternoon (where I am now three o'clock is always noon- even during the middle of the winter when the sunset comes at five). I didn't want to leave anything behind and with the given current financial situations my chances of getting a job here were equal to finding a decent one there. I turned and got moving towards the opposite direction while simultaneously I started calling people and announcing my decision. I did not manage to complete any telephone conversation though. I wanted to visit everyone and I was building up the dialogues that would follow, in my mind. I phoned my mom and sister, my friend D and her sister (I wanted to tell her not to go back either- I was also wondering why we weren't going to fly together this time, as we would have to go back in similar dates), my x-boyfriend's house (I wanted to make my relationship public) and of course P. In my dream I could see where everyone was and their reactions when they picked up their phones. D and E where in their living room, one was on the couch and I could see her face while the other was sitting on an armchair and I could she her back. My mom was where I had left her, by the living room table. K's mother was also in her living room and P was sitting on a bench by the seaside with his sister.
The dog wanted to wee and she woke me up with the typical face-wash licks around ten o'clock. I had the impression it was Monday and I was happy to find out that Sunday had not gone by without me realizing it. I might re-design (or destroy completely) my boots now.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

I lost my ninja toys

I was with P and then I was on my own going towards his sister's house. I was walking on a wide road in Athens. I did not know the district I was in, apart from my route and I was afraid I would get lost if I took a wrong turn. I remember been in that road twice. Once I managed to get safely to my destination, the other time I was followed by a tall and thin dodgy man, as I was walking under a gallery. I tried to walk faster so as to avoid him but he was keeping up with my pace. Subsequently, I tried to see if this was only a fake impression I had. I slowed down and the guy passed by me pushing me slightly and mumbling something about people walking too slow. I continued walking. He got into a store that looked like a ticket office. He yelled something vulgar as I was passing by.
I got into the apartment and the sister was there with two other friends of ours. I had given the sister a small bag with beads to make something for herself. She didn't want them though and had given them to another girl. I got irritated because I found out that I accidentally put in the bag some very small ninja toys I have and I wanted them back, but the girl had used them and would not give them to me. I was further annoyed because I kept finding more and more beads I really liked and did not like at all their new owner. It seamed like cheating.
I disputed for a while with them but nothing came out.
I also dreamt of a vintage furniture store a guy I know opened at another town and haven't visited yet. It was around the corner from the road I was talking about.
This was all.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

I smashed a car

I dreamt I was with my boyfriend in a car. We had just parked near our house and were going towards that direction. Then I was in the car again alone and I had to park it. There were plenty of vacant places and it all went quite well. As I was about to get out, I accidentally pushed the handbrake and the car started slipping backwards. Luckily I stirred the wheel just in time so as not to hit the car that was parked behind me. I tried to put it back in place but the stirring wheel was not responding and I ended up turning it completely towards the other direction. With small manoeuvrings I managed to approach the pavement sufficiently. I thought for a little while that it will be difficult to leave from there since I was parked towards the wrong direction on a one-way street. My boyfriend re-appeared in the dream and as we had just managed to get out of the car and lock it, a huge truck went past and completely smashed the street-side side of the car. The mass of the vehicle was so big that the earth trembled as it went by. We run after them to get their plate numbers. Somehow a pale girl fell off it. I caught her by the wrist and took her where the truck had stopped. She did not respond at all as if she was hypnotized or something. The truck had stopped a bit further at a point where the street had got very wide. The driver had got off and was sitting next to a wooden box serving as a table next to a hobo hut. There was a fire and they were preparing something. It was night-time at this point. We sat with them to sort things out. I can't remember the talk we were having but I changed chairs and went to sit by the girl to try to help her sort out her personal issues. She proved to be younger than she looked. She was trying hard to look tough and I started telling her a made-up story about a friend of mine that tried to do the same and how things turned out for her. That must have been the point when I woke up because that is all I can remember.

Monday, 22 November 2010

Riots and Vampires

It seams I have not dreamt in ages, at least nothing I could actually write down about.
I have slept only for four hours. This means I shall be suffering by the time I get home since I finish working at nine o'clock local time and then I might have to go by a friend's to discuss about a project on which I don't have the faintest interest. My dog woke me up. She heard people outside our apartment door; we haven't had next door neighbors until now and it was the second time somebody got into the next door apartment. I returned to my bed and remembered I woke up in the middle of the night because I had had a nightmare and since I didn't really feel like going back to sleep I decided to record what I could remember from it.
I dreamt I was with P. We were in another apartment, in a high-tech upper-class building in which we had recently moved-in, near a university campus. Outside, a demonstration was taking place and things were getting hot. I remember a big square outside a large building, designed in an eclecticism style of architecture -large Doric columns and all- and young people running towards it from all directions. It was dark outside and we took a turn at a small alley and went home. The entrance of the building where we lived was wide and covered with gray granite and chromium. There were three elevator doors. I remember seeing the place vacant and filled with people of various ages. I think we might have gone up and down again. At some point we went back down and things were warming up there as well, but for different reasons than outside. We had discovered that some of our neighbors were dangerous people. I had got into a lift but P. was going towards another direction with a stranger. I through my keys at him, made him alert and he came were I was. My keys bounced on the wall and fell on some lockers. I asked P. if he had his own keys so as to open the apartment door and he responded negatively by moving his head right and left. We didn't panic though and returned to our apartment.
We had crawled into bed to hide from our dodgy neighbors that by that time were defined as vampires. Somebody got to as and was trying to get his snout under the sheets to get a nibble. I did not know what to do and decided to byte him as well and show that I had fangs too.
I woke up rather spooked and did not want to go back to sleep as I was afraid that my dream would through me back into that scary world. I saw ugly dolls whenever I closed my eyes; I am a collector of ugly and unintentionally scary dolls and yesterday I added a piece in my collection of which I was especially proud. Now it is time for some more sleep because my head started aching from sleep deprivation. Sweet dreams.

Sunday, 31 October 2010

short hair and a blocked nose

I dreamt that my worst previous roommate had given me a haircut. I've had my hair very short since 2002 and I have been letting them grow lately, so I got disturbed when I looked at the mirror and saw that instead of cutting my hair just a couple of centimeters, as demanded, she had cut them really short, almost military short.
I also saw that I was trying to blow my nose- it seams that I have caught the expected autumn cold- and I could not empty my left nostril. No matter how much I tried nothing would come out and no air would go through. Then I started thinking of a commercial advertisement for a nasal spray that looked like one I saw during the previous days for abdominal bloating, with a small 3-d fireman that put out a guys internal fire. I saw the small creatures inside a nose scraping off dried mucus.

Saturday, 23 October 2010

My sister

I dreamt of my sister. We decided to go out together and we went to a bar. When we got there it was not very crowded but it soon became hectic. We were sitting on some stools across the bar. A couple of guys sat on the adjacent stools to ours and they tried to engage into conversation. I realized I did not have enough money with me, so I suggested that she paid for my drinks in that place and I would pay for the next ones after I go to an ATM. We went to the further side of the bar where I saw a person I really dislike. We hurried out to find a bank. The neighborhood was beautiful. It had flowerbeds and steel bridges and a river, not as big as any river I have seen in a capital city but a fairly wide and fierce river. I was explaining to her that this was the part of the city I preferred by far and that perhaps this is why I sometimes dream of it, unaware that I was actually dreaming. When we left the bar it was still day outside. We would go to the other side of the river to find the next bar. Before we crossed over we thought of taking a stroll. We were looking at the window of a shop when I thought I had left my favourite handmade bad behind and that we hadn't paid for our drinks either. It was night-time by then. We run back. My bag was hanging from my chair where I had left it. My sister asked for the bill and before she paid the bar-tender gave her change from a tenner. She swiftly pup them in her pocket, thanked him and turned around to leave. She commanded me not to mention the mistake and move fast.
Next thing I remember is waking under the sun again. I saw my sister cleaning the tables outside a restaurant. Her hair were girly long and black and she was working side by side with a cute guy. They were obviously flirting as they were swiping the same table. I told them that if they keep working like that, always attached to each-other they would not make two efficient waiters but one. I saw there was another girl working there and I thought it must have been terribly impolite towards her as well. I think that my dad showed up, then- him or a similar figure- and he told me to leave them be.
I think that this is as far as I remember for now.

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Adult readers only

I dreamt I had taken my dog out for a walk without a lead when she suddenly turned into a woman in a salmon color satin dress. She went through an underground passage and up some stairs into a subway station. I was calling her name and asking her to wait for me because she doesn't know yet how to walk on the street on her own without a lead. She was not paying any attention to me and I was running after her barefoot. As I was following her up the concrete stairs I stepped on something spiky. I felt a sharp pain and I stopped to check under my foot. I saw I had stepped on needles and my foot looked like a pin-cushion. She stood next to me and was, among other people, observing me removing the needles from my foot. Her barking woke me up. I slept some more and saw that my anigav looked like a mouth. I was observing startled its new potential in the field of noitabrutsam and lauxesomoh intercourse. I am sorry to post this dream but it should be archived as well.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010


I was working until half past four last night. My dog woke me up at ten. I cuddled her and followed her to the living room where I saw a turd lying behind the front door. Two more were waiting for me on the balcony. I scolded her and started cleaning.
I can only remember splinters of my dream. It had to do with vampires and a film production. I also remember somebody complaining that he couldn't afford to loose such a job.
Most days either the dog wakes me up or is the first thing I see when I wake up. Yesterday just before I woke up I was dreaming of an acquaintance of mine. He was supposed to be standing in front of me when, suddenly, he was taken over by something and started transforming. He became prolonged and his eyes were luminous. He also made a weird cry. I saw the dog barking at him. I don't know if she was actually barking at me to wake up or if she was just standing there and I dreamt of the barking.
Once I saw that she was completely green.

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Late exams and drunk driving

I woke up for the first time around seven because it was too warm and a mosquito was having a feast on my back and wrists. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and pondered on the idea of getting out of my bed and writing down my dream. My partner was also awake due to the same circumstances. I offered him a glass of water and thought that it is silly to have slept only four hours on a Sunday. Before I let myself go back to sleep I told me my dream so as not to forget it by the next time I would wake up.
I saw I was with P. and a friend of ours and we were driving. P. had had a few drinks and we were cautious of a potential police check. We saw a large truck making sighs to us to pull over but it was a police truck; they were the fire brigade. We pulled over in did, P. lowered his window and instantly said that he was terribly sorry but it was a best-friend's birthday and he wasn't really drunk but it might appear like it in an alcohol test. The people that had stopped us were very friendly and cool, they told him to chill, get of the car, eat a candy bar and then continue our way as if nothing ever happened. He went into a nearby supermarket to get his chocolate. I stayed in the car and chatted with the firemen. All of them proved to be from the same city I am from. All of them were sort of cute and one was very polite to me. We talked about this and that and our hometown. In the mean-time P returned and we continued driving. Next time we stopped we were near my mom's working-place. That's about us much I remember from this dream.
Later I saw I was in my final year of studies in the school of Fine Arts. I was about to go through my very last exam and then I would have to prepare only my final show to graduate. It was the very last semester of the required final year and I did not want to prolong my studies. Thus I felt very worried when I realized I did not have enough time to study. I got stressed about it for a minute and then decided I would give the exams on the next exam period. I new I would probably succeed to get a six or seven out of ten but I always aimed at getting very good marks and did not want to ruin that. I decided non-the-less to go see what the new professor would ask. I got into the examination room that looked more like a shop as it had a big display window on the street side. Most of the sits were taken and I found it hard to pick mine. We sat down there and were given two pocket size books I had never seen before. For a moment I though I might get really lucky and that she might ask us to make an analysis of the new text provided on the basis of past knowledge. I was sure I could pull through this as my knowledge of history of art is wide enough. We changed rooms and I had the same issue with the available sits. This room was separated from the previous one with another big display window. We were given two more books and she started making notes on the black board. I had left my other books on my previous desk and asked for permission to go and take them. The new professor was a smart, cool blondy with a sweet face and haircut. She was slightly taller than me and as thin, maybe with a little less booby. She told me to hurry back because the time went by fast. I returned and looked at the instructions on the board but could not really understand what I should do. I tried then to look into my books to see if I could figure the whole thing out. I had lost my page and by the time I found out what I had to do, I lifted my eye-site and the blackboard had been cleaned. I asked her to re-write the instructions but everyone seamed not to understand what I was talking about. I can't remember anything happening next, even though I have a vague image of a dark alley between brownstone buildings and a staircase. I must go back to work now.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Sailing race and concert-hall

Last night I dreamt of my dog for the first time. I saw I was with P. and we had just smoked our last illegal cigarette. I didn't have any tobacco of my own, so, as we were about to part I asked him to roll a cigarette for me but apparently not as long as the previous one. He made for me a huge cigarette with a bright blue paper and I put it as it was in my bag. We parted after this. Later I was in a hotel lounge with my mother and sister. We had gone there on vacation but we would also participate in a sailing race. The contestants were expected to have constructed their own vessels and ours was really small and flat and would only move if there was a current to drug it. The race would take place in a river, though, and therefor if we managed to stay on it and keep it straight things would work just fine. I was also expecting guests, a group of people I didn't know but were friends of P. I knew I had to keep my cigarette for their company. They came and did not make the best impression as it was a group of yuppies with sweaters on their backs and well-combed hair. They were moaning about the weather and the sea that was dirty were we were. I told them there were far nicer shores if they didn't mind the distance, which caused more comments of discontempt in their group. I left them all and went to the bar that looked more like a bakery to get something to eat. I wanted a slice of some sweet bread with almonds I saw but the backer told me he had only the outer smaller slices left because it was commissioned by the scouts. He gave me two slices and added a bit of jam in the middle. I thanked him and went back to our table. Sitting on the bar was an old captain that would also participate in the race. I knew he had a strange story but didn't bother talking to him. I was looking for an opportunity to share my cigarette but could not manage to stay alone with them anywhere. The race started and I was on that small vessel with my mother, my sister and my dog. We had to lean left and right while standing to make the vessel move towards the correct direction. The dog fell in the water and I was afraid I would lose her but she managed to follow us quite well and I was pleased. We realized that we had left something behind and we made a full turn and lead our little boat into the previously mentioned hotel lounge. I have the impression that this happened several times. I can't remember anything more from that scenery.
I also saw- maybe at some other dream- that I was probably with my sister and we were going to a concert of classical music. We had to go up some stairs and when we reached the top there was a big gap between the last step and the concert hall lounge. The staircase was rather unstable at that place, as well. The people that were working there informed us that we had arrived too early and that we would have to wait where we were for some time before we got admittance in the hall. I felt bad in my stomach and tried to explain I have a case of fear of heights and edges and that I was standing in the less comfortable spot for a person like me. I already hesitated to take the next step and cross over the gap, but standing on the edge of what seamed like an abyss was above my power. Other people had started gathering there and I felt I couldn't even go back if I attempted to do so. We were allowed in a smaller room and my sister wanted to go out for a stroll and to buy something before the concert started. We took the evacuation staircase that passed outside our window. We were not supposed to do this and we were, also, next to a police station that meant we had to be extremely cautious. We managed to do everything right when I realized I no longer knew where my ticket was. I started returning to the room in exactly the same way I had left it, in case the ticket had fallen somewhere. If I didn't find it I would not be able to go in and it needed great effort from our behalf to g through the whole process to destroy everything at the last moment. I succeeded to return to the room and found my ticket, that was a plain blue piece of printed paper, on a pile of clothes I had left on a bed, there. That's possibly as far as this dream evolved. It probably preceded the previous one. I woke up when I heard Inuki moaning because I was sleeping and she wanted company.

Monday, 20 September 2010

Two wild nights out

I dreamt a friend invited me to a concert and I didn't really want to go. I thought I could drop in for an hour or so and that I would go home afterwords. When I arrived there he introduced me to other friends of his and we approached the stage all together. Some of them were musicians and would perform later in the night. I mentioned that I would not stay long because I didn't have much money and tried to explain why it would not be fun to stay there sober. I can't remember my exact words but I was very pissed off by his insistence. Our dispute got so loud that one of his friends, a tall and lean guy, with hollow cheeks and big dark eyes said he was feeling sorry for me. Soon after that there was a great upheaval in the audience with lots of people fighting. I felt amused by this site and went towards my sister that appeared in the audience. We were discussing about our current situation and, I think, we mentioned our mom. I half- woke up.
It was still dark outside and I went back to sleep. I dreamt I was in London, not the London I remember but the London as I see it in my dreams. I was living near a region with a bad reputation, like Brixton, or Stockwell, or Soho before it became a tourist attraction and it was a queer night, like they present the Mexican Day of the Dead in films. People got out on the streets with peculiar intentions and it was an exclusively non-white residents feast. I was expecting my sister to arrive on that night. I picked her up from a dark alley near a station of some sort and we decided to go for a walk locally. We were walking on a narrow alley full of shop of various ethnicities. It was extremely atmospheric. The general oriental ambiance was intensified by multiple smells coming from shop that sold incenses, spices and the traditional food of each country that participated in the feast. We entered a Chinese shop to bye incense. My sister offered to buy it for me but she said it would have to be white because it was the only kind she liked. We got it from a very nice elderly woman that did not speak English. We got back out on the street but as the night grew things started becoming aggressive and people were approaching us with the intention to scare us away at any cost. Most people were men, women were only in shops. A group came near us and my sister told them something. I got scared and pulled her behind me. To appease them I through my incense in a big pot with burning coals that was set for this purpose in the middle of the street. Instead of incense, though, I saw that it was copper coins I had thrown in and I moved them with my hand without getting burnt. My sister said they were fake coins and that it was not good to show that I had forge currency of theirs. We walked some more and she wanted to go into a shop that sold all sorts of technological gadget and hair accessories. The people that were there stared at us curiously and this made me feel uncomfortable. We looked through a door and saw a smoke filled room like a gambling club. I said it was probably a bad idea to be there and suggested we rushed back home. At that point I discovered a gap in my dreaming scenario that had to do with my residency and filled it in somehow but I can't remember exactly how. I do remember thinking, though, what a strange thing it was to make things up in a dream.
Then I saw it was the same special date, earlier in the day and I was waiting for p. I was on a road near a brownstone bridge. I remember observing the stairs through witch was the way on it. He was wearing a waist-length leather jacket and he had a cigarette in his mouth. He was walking joyfully and he told me he had rented a car. I tried to tell him it was a dodgy district on that particular night and that maybe we should park the car somewhere safer and choose elsewhere for our walk. I kept trying to say that the previous time I was there some Mexicans had pulled a knife to my sister but never managed to finish my story. He was somehow cocky and insisted that things would be fine. He drove to an underground parking lot and could not understand that he should pass on foot from the check-in office to get admittance. A beautiful woman of African origin was at the desk and she was very mellow when I went there to ask her to excuse him for being so rude. We left the car and walked to a club. He went in first and as I followed I was stopped by a group of men of the previously mentioned origin that asked me to leave him and choose their company instead. I declined their offer and their smooth-talk. Later we were on the subway trying to get two stops further. We missed our stop and had to change train. I was a bit slower and was nearly left behind. I had to grab the last door of the train as it was closing. There were very few passengers on. We got further mixed up between trains and stations and spent a lot of time underground butt luckily our tickets were valid for an hour and a half.
I half-woke up again thinking that I had really enjoyed my night and that I should definitely try to remember all I had seen in the morning. I went back to sleep repeating to myself my earlier dreams. By the time I woke up and finally got to turn on my laptop I could not recall a bloody thing but that I had seen two amazing dreams. It came back in the end, but possibly not with every detail.

Sunday, 19 September 2010


The first thing I remember from last night's dream is a woman in a very short gray vinyl skirt and a cow-boy hat being spanked by another one on a desk. She received the first couple of strokes willingly but started objecting to the sequential ones. I later discovered she was a member of a relationship between many people, based on mutual abuse and enjoyment. I can't recall exactly how but their intercourse involved mainly causing each other pain and not actual penetration. At some point there was a male sitting on a mattress among silk sheets on the floor and was surrounded by many women- Madonna was among them- and one of them told him they had a very special present waiting for him. It was a small jar with honey. Despite the fact that up to that point I was an observer when he got his jar I found the same in my hands. He ate a spoonful and I dipped my fingers in mine. After he had swallowed plenty of honey his women informed him it was a very special honey only for him. They told him it was imported from some Asian country and it had a very flamboyant name. It's special quality was that by the time it reached the consumer's bowels, some tiny inherent needles exploded shredding apart his rectum. I panicked as I felt the little needles in my own mouth but tried to rationalize and explain to myself that was I was observing was mere fiction and that such a honey couldn't possibly exist. I started coughing non the less and spitting. The guy was panicking, swearing and threatening his laughing mates until he accepted his destiny and calmed down, waiting for six hours to pass.
The scenery changed and I saw that I was observing a colony of convicts on another planet. The land was covered in snow and most of the people had blackened fingers from frostbites. I could see one of them slipping and falling as he was trying to return to his lodge. Most of them were hostile to each other and often trying to kill one another. The technology was advanced and people had gone through prosthetic surgery, altering parts of their body and obtaining new abilities. I remember seeing two convicts on a train platform. One of them seamed to be a very straight-forward person and something like a hero that had been trapped and sent there. He was waiting for the train with a massive weapon in his wounded palms. As the train approached he started shooting. He did not succeed in causing any damage as the vehicle was made from some very sustainable metal. Another convict, also massive in size and with frostbites and a queer head that seamed completely insane was hiding behind a corner and as the train was leaving the station went forward and killed the previous man. He had a disgusting mental grin on his wide face.
Then I saw more of the residents of that prisoners colony. I saw two yuppies in their bed. They were about to go to sleep when the man got a message and a small antenna with small LEDs came out of the top of his head and a strange gadget out of his arm. He was a convict that worked as a bureaucrat and had these things implanted in his body so as to be able to work whenever he was needed and wherever he was. His wife seamed annoyed by these and asked him why was he called for at that hour.
I must have woken up then for a little while. I dreamt some more but my sleep was much lighter and often disrupted and I can't remember anything more coherent.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Exhibition in a five star hotel and the law.

I went to bed rather late last night, because we had company and when we stayed alone I wanted to work some more. I had to wake up early because P. had a job interview. When the alarm went off I had a silly song in my mind. I have half forgotten it by now. It either went in the tune of "nice weather for the ducks" by Lemon Jelly ( or of "Old McDonald had a farm" but the lyrics were "there is another kingfisher" and I kept watching watching four trouts- I know that the kingfisher is a bird- forming a cross.
Earlier I had dreamt I was having a party and the purpose of it was to present and sell my work to my fellow students. It had great success as people gathered from wherever they were on this occasion. Yet they took the exhibits and moved them to a nearby five-star hotel with pools and bars etc. We were having a very good time and the commercial success was great as well. People were giving me money and I was so baffled that I did not know were to store them; I put them in my pocket and in a small clutch bag I was holding. Suddenly I realized that other people I didn't know were staring at me in a hostile way and I thought I had not given any receipts for the money I had received and that I should better get everyone and everything and go back home. My guests were happy and excited and did as I told them. I started collecting the things to move them back and they were too many for me to carry at once. A good friend of mine was helping me but nonetheless we would still have to do the distance twice. The route was not easy either as we had to cross a park with stiff cliffs and miniature waterfalls. As we were opposite the house I saw large public cars parked outside the hotel and was worried it would be some sort of economic police that would prosecute me. My friend told me it was unlikely and that I could work it out with them. I was still worried that one of my guests might screw things up if they admitted having bought something from me and it would be embarrassing to ask everyone to lie. The last thing I remember from the dream was looking at my stock and thinking it was a lot. I woke up happy not to be in that situation. Not that I haven't stocked a great lot of objects waiting for buyers, I just hope that I will do everything legally and not have issues with the ministry of economics. Silly stuff.....

Monday, 13 September 2010

the party

In the middle of the night I woke up from a scary dream and it took me some time to realize it was not my reality, relax and go back to sleep. At that point I could remember what I had seen very vividly. I' ll try to bring as much as I can now.
I was in an apartment I shared with people I met at the students residency where I stayed in 2008. It was late at night and I had been expecting people to come and visit me all afternoon on an unspecified occasion, possibly my birthday. I had decided to go to bed when someone knocked on my door. I opened and a bunch of half-drunk English college students pushed their way into my apartment claiming that they heard I was throwing a party. They sang a birthday song for me. I remember a small brunette with a silly party hat, holding a bottle, completely shit-faced. I felt I should restrain them somehow but they were too many and everyone knows that drunk English brats are really cocky and difficult to handle. I saw a girl vomiting on a red couch my grandmother used to have and my mother got later at our house. I started complaining about this situation and mentioned that the bloody couch was vintage and that she should sort out that it would get proper cleaning. She was looking at me with an idiotic grin on her face, tilting left and right while her partner made useless efforts to remove the spaghetti stains.
Next thing I remember was waking up in my room in my dream, wondering when and why did I go to sleep, leaving the berserk people alone in our leaving room and I concluded that I must have become drunk my self rather suddenly. I got out of bed and out the door and saw that the place had been almost demolished. I was in trouble because the other tenants were not there and therefor the apartment was my responsibility. The furniture were smashed and stalked, the tapestry had been ripped apart and the lights were hanging way lower than they should from the ceiling. People were lying around, also in the rooms of my housemates, and there was vomit everywhere. Some started stirring as I was crossing over them and some started waking up. A couple came out of the door across mine on the corridor and they told me that they knew watching a lot of films was a good thing to do but that they were sorry they had smashed every single one of my dvds. I told them they would be in deep shit because the dvds they had damaged were not mine but they belonged to the muscly flatmate of mine. They felt intimidated for a moment but then somebody mentioned that he was in the hospital with internal brain bleeding. I felt so sorry for the poor guy and that I should definitely set things straight in the house because if he survived he would need his room to be really neat. I walked towards the door and I found a lot of people sitting down there as well. Two were strangely deformed. They looked very young and one of them had a missing nose; it was not as if he had a gap on his face but as if his cheeks were bulging were his nose should have been. He looked like those cartoons that have flat faces and no indication of nose but he was three dimensional and with fleshy collours. I looked at him and asked what was wrong before I realized it was this certain lack of features that was odd. They told me he was very good at organizing stuff and that this was why they let him hang around with them. I woke up feeling that I had so many things to settle, no money to cover the damages and a flatmate possibly dying in some hospital. As expected I felt great relief when I realized I was safe in my quiet apartment, in my usual bed with the usual company.
I saw another dream in the morning, possibly with a similar theme but more relaxed but I can't recall anything more specific.

Thursday, 9 September 2010

loads of info

I can't remember a coherent story, really. I think the first thing I saw was my x with some friends of his. They are all in improvised and experimental music so I saw that I was sitting in a public space, like a cafe or a library, and they came and sat on a table next to me. We were all very happy to meet and I felt free to make little jokes on the quantities of cds they are buying weekly. My joke did not get through with the first try but eventually they got it but defended themselves and denied the accusations, all in a very high-spirited mood.
I met them again outside the dormitory were we stayed all together. I was walking to my room, the building was a brownstone with curved walls and I was walking on an external ladder attached to the wall and this way I could see the people that were sitting by their windows. I saw the previously mentioned person and said hello. Lot's of people were sitting by their windows, especially the ones that were on the sunny side. I remember that a girl was enjoying the heat on her face with her eyes closed. She had stretched backwards as her window was not fully sunny. I went into the building.
The next thing I remember is being with my mother and sister in an apartment. I can't remember whose it was but my sister was younger and she was taking a shower and my mom gave her a towel. I went into the bathroom and I pulled the curtain that was light blue, like the one in my shower, and I observed two huge cockroaches with big antennas. I started looking for the insecticide and rushed in the room to spray them. The light bulb had burn so I could not see clearly if I managed to spray them. I went back to my room and saw more of them. I tried to spray them all and I was worried because the house was filled with textiles and I thought that maybe they had their nest somewhere in them. Also the spray had a constant leak that made me further worried.
There was the corpse of a young woman in a green dress. She got up and kissed me. I told her that her lips had started disintegrating and I wonder how I could get rid of the body. I woke up then and was relieved. I also thought that I have seen myself in this situation so many times that I should try to remember that the corpses are only in my dream and that I shouldn't get so worried.
I slept some more and I remember seeing the dead woman again, but occasionally I perceived her as a doll and in that case I had two, in slightly different proportions, and I preferred the rounder one.
I woke up again and I got up this time.

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Empty coffee jar and nothing more

I haven't been able to remember anything from my sleep for days.
Today, I had set the alarm-clock at nine o'clock, but I opened my eyes at five to nine, knowing that I had just seen a dream. I stayed in bed and waited for the alarm to go off. When it did I was starting to feel a bit sleepy again and I remained lying down. Apparently I went back into slumber and I have the impression I kept dreaming the whole time. I know this is not physically possible, yet I was in the state of light unconsciousness strangling to convince my self that the hours were going by and I have things to do while it's still not so warm.
When I woke up definitely I had only one mental image from my dreams. I remember opening the coffee box and seeing it empty. I did not panic because I knew I had more coffee in the fridge but was put off just a bit.
Now: slight head-ache from the moisture in the atmosphere and an unpleasant phone-call. I am going to help a friend paint her new house later. Have a nice day.

Saturday, 4 September 2010


Today I managed to sleep for eight hours straight. I feel so much better. I was wondering all the previous days why I was feeling so faint without thinking that I missed a couple of hours of sleep every day. I also dreamt. I can't remember a consistent story from start to finish but I'll do my best.
I was with P. and his father called my phone number instead of his. I picked it up and we talked about random things that should be done. It was a very short phone-call, so later in my dream I felt remorse for not giving him more time to communicate, as if I was thinking for an isolated child that needed people to talk to. I called him and when he responded I thought of the lack of reason for this gesture of mine. I tried to be polite and explain that I had called out of human interest to ask how he was doing, because I had felt that our previous discussion lacked that human aspect. Luckily no one understood it was him I was talking to, otherwise it would have been embarrassing. P. asked me who I was talking to, I lied and he believed me.
Later I saw that somebody had given me a puppy. It was a lovely one. It was very small and fat and it was supposed to be a breed that makes good guards due to it muscular condition and its behavioral pattern. It kept running round the house and hiding under furniture but it was good to me and came to me to hug it. I was carrying it around in my arms and I remember taking it to mother to see it.
I also remember dreaming I was with P. in a family re-union, really crossed and bored and dying to get out of there. I was walking aimlessly around, feeling completely antisocial and not wanting to talk to anyone. P's mom was there and I remember observing her and her sister from behind as they were moving around the place and thinking that they are even shorter than I am. They both wore black clothes. At some point P's mom was sitting on a couch and she asked me to approach her and then she whispered in my ear that she knew why I was feeling like that and that it was ok.

I keep losing money, I lost 11 euros yesterday after a friend's miscalculation in bistro-mathematics, and I am pissed now, not because of the amount, that is small anyway, but because of my stupidity. The calculation sounded profoundly wrong but I did not question it, and I offered to pay for another friend as well, that actually is in a far better financial situation than my current one, and despite of that-or better due to that- already owed me money. I think that none of all the previously said is important. I am just crossed because I am expecting my period within the next three days. I also feel huge. Plus a tummy-ache. I shouldn't see anyone today. I might be dangerous.