Thursday, 30 June 2011

Empty warehouse

I vaguely remember trying to tech in a class. The bell rung, the students left the room and I remained alone to collect my things. The teacher of the next lesson came over. It was a woman that looked very strict. She told me I was slow and that I should have evacuated her class by this time. I thought she was very rude and decided not to pay too much attention to her. She started making small talk. After a while I had managed to put all my possessions in my bag and left. I was looking for my next class when I got into an empty building that reminded me of a zinc warehouse. It was dark and dusty.

I must have woken up soon after this.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

A new friend

Last night's dream was sexy.

I dreamt I was with my sister and mother. Our mother would leave us and take the bus home. Me and my sister would take the subway. We were in Athens, near the "panepistimio" station. We went down the stairs but realized we didn't have tickets. I asked my sister to wait for me in the platform while I would buy these.

We were in a hurry because a protest was about to take place above us and the tube station might stop functioning. I passed through a complex of staircases and walls and got to the area where from I could by tickets. There were very long ques of people and all the automatic vendors were out of order. I tried going into another room. There I found a couple of functioning machines but they were rather old. I inserted the money and touched the screen so as to get the amount of tickets I wanted. I noticed that the fees had changed and I did not know which to get. I chose the most expensive, just to be on the safe side. In the mean time the station had transformed from an underground one to an overground railway one. I started searching the platforms for my sister, getting increasingly worried as I understood the vastness of the building and that we were also running out of time. I asked a clerk who said that they might have to close down the station early.

As the time passed I thought that my sister might have taken a train without a ticket. I decided to walk to another tube station, where the bus to our home town left from to see if she had got there. What stopped me was the thought that there was a massive demonstration taking place out on the street.

I got out and faced a block of policemen. I lifted my arms and passed through them showing them my hands. Apparently I could not go very far, thus I decided to get back inside the station from another entrance. I found my self once more in a complex of staircases, alcoves and corridors. In a dark corner I met a man that seamed to work for the subway. I told him I had to get either to the platform to find my sister, either to the tube station where my sister would meet my mother. He was thin, not very tall with pointy hair, a charming little triangular beard under his lips and sparkling eyes. There was something bewitching and sinister in the way he was looking at me. I did not feel perfectly safe near him whilst finding him very attractive.

He led me through strange passages and secret doors, hidden behind purple drapes, in a part of the subway that appeared not to be in use any more. It was dusty and I could see the woodwork on the ceiling as well as pipes. Soon I lost my sense of direction and further on I did not know how deep we had got. Finally we got out on the street in an area that reminded me of Soho, London.

It was night time by that point. We were in a narrow street lit with neon inviting lights above suspicious doors. He pulled me near him and took me to a cafe. I asked where we were. He said he would take me to one of the most interesting little shops. I had become less tensed and worried and I let myself be guided. I asked what was the name of the tube there. He said it was the Kitchen station. I looked behind me and indeed I saw the sign that wrote "Kitchen" in the London underground font. I told him it was not were I was supposed to be. He responded that it must have been a misunderstanding then.

We went back inside the tube and soon we were where we got to the bus stop. The protest had been there as well. Yet I could not see the bus anywhere. I supposed that my family had got home safe, because since they had not departed together, either of them would have called me if they hadn't eventually met.

I got back to the first station and met the guy. We embraced and kissed. He let me understand that originally his aim was to destroy me but he had become fond of me in the meantime. I liked him a lot. We were standing there, among people, with his arms around me, looking at each other when I saw my previous boyfriend. I thought that from sear solidarity he wouldn't tell P. anything about it. Just to be sure I asked him not to. He was eating a sandwich and was talking about something else he had eaten in a trip he had made recently. He told me we were late and that D. with whom I was supposed to be flatmates again, was waiting for me to have coffee. I told my new friend that we would meet soon and left.

I met D. among other friends in a cute pink cafe, near our new house. She said she had accidentally set fire to our living room and suggested that I go there to see the damage and count my money to see if I had it all. The house was just around the corner so I went there. I saw that it was not the living room that had been on fire but the kitchen. It looked slightly chagrined and futuristic. All the devised were smoked but I could still see the black steel and the chromium under the smudge. It was nothing to worry about. I did not have any money in the house that could get burnt, and my dog was intact.

I left the house and went back to the cafe to tell them about my amazing new friend. I woke up thinking about it and if I should consider it cheating. I decided that maybe but never to mind. I slept some more, lightly this time, thinking that I should get up to keep a record of the dream. I made my self some coffee and baked a feta cheese tortilla.

Monday, 27 June 2011

chinese wee and circus freaks

This morning I had one of the strangest dreams.

I saw that I had agreed to go and work in my fathers workshop while he would be absent. In the dream it was located to the outskirts of a town. There were two separate spaces, formed like cubicles, but their walls were old wooden bookshelves enclosing desks with lots of rusty old things on top. He also had two apprentices the wore dirty overalls.

In order to get there I had to pass by a garage. The road that passed in front of the building was hectic with traffic, so I was obliged to stand there for a couple of minutes so as to get the opportunity to get to my job safe. The garage was owned by a Chinese that peed on me once. He starting urinating in front of me and then started aiming further and further until a few drops fell on my legs. I did not particularly disgusted but I got really angry. The same thing happened on the second day as well. He had an awful grin on his face as he was doing his extraordinary stunt- after all, he could hit a target with his wee within a distance of three metres if not more- while I was asking him to stop doing this. I got to my work rather annoyed and as soon as I got there I saw a very peculiar crowed looking for me. They looked like circus people. There was a small man in a tall hat and brownish/gray/ greenish clothes. He could move very fast and followed me where ever I went. I was sitting on my desk and he was looking over my shoulder and as I turned my head away from him, he would be facing me behind my other shoulder. This man wanted something from me. He would not say clearly what it was though.

At the same time I had an exhibition taking place in the building behind me. It looked like a massive post-industrial barn. A big crowed had gathered and they were sitting on long benches as if in a traditional feast. I approached my old professor of aesthetics to ask about the sort of work she would like me to present. I found it hard to locate her because her appearance had changed. She looked very thin and small. She was in a flowery dress and had bright orange curly hair. I went near and she burst out crying that non of us really cared about her. She jumped on one of her friends, L.,and got into a paper bag. I looked inside it and saw that she had decreased even further in size, she was sobbing and she was practically blond apart from a miniature mohawk of the previously mentioned bright curly hair. I left her there because she was too upset to speak and I had my circus-freak stalker right after me.

I got into the attached house because I had stored my work in the attic. I was accompanied by an unknown girl that was supposed to be the younger sister of a friend of mine. The house was roomy and was decorated as if it was 1990. I found the ladder that would lead me to the attic. At the bottom I met my friends from high-school. None of them payed much attention to me though and anyway I was in a hurry. I walked up the stairs and got into a strange room. It was rather clean, filled with old furniture and objects. I found my stuff and picked them up so as to curry them downstairs. Before I got going I looked through a tilting window that was high enough for me to have to stretch to see through it. I saw that the dark had fallen. I could also see a big flower bed. Next to it was standing a friend with whom I recently had a fight. As soon as I saw him I hid my face. I looked outside again and saw one of his best friends. I waved at him and nodded that I would explain things later.

Before I left the room I put on a pair of soft sunglasses I found on a piano by the door. On the stairs I met the mother of the house, who was the mother of a fellow student of mine from primary school. I haven't met the woman since then. I asked her if it was her sunglasses and if I could borrow them until the next day. She responded affirmatively.

I woke up soon after this. I slept some more but can't remember anything else.

Sunday, 19 June 2011

The rusty ship-like building

I dreamt I was at college. I was looking for a new space within which I could work. My pathway leader, J., showed up and led me to the area designed for me. I hated it because it was on a veranda of some sort. I usually work sitting down and I also like my space to be really clean, so I was really annoyed by this decision. Further on I would certainly freeze during the winter. He told me not to worry too much about that because the college's funding had been cut down and thus, there would be no heating for anyone. He also mentioned it was a good spot because his father had his studio there, to the attached building and I would be able to talk to him and ask for advice.

Then I heard somebody calling my name. I got through a door to an external corridor and met my professor of aesthetics. The whole building looked old, industrial and rusty. It resembled and old ship.
The woman told me that the school had huge issues because the new minister of education considers it useless and that we might loose our degrees. I asked if this would have any consequences in my carrier as a practitioner apart from the fact that I would not be able to teach. As I was thinking about it later I realized I was not in any real trouble because my high-school marks were high enough to keep me in the job.

Subsequently, I found myself on the street. The atmosphere was gloomy. I was walking around this industrial area when I got to a building I really liked. I understood it was the main building of the school of Fine Arts and swore at my luck for being located to the secondary, not so nice one. In the meantime I talked to my sister and she informed me that on this night there would be a strange phenomenon that would render me completely dangerous, so if nothing more I would have to be strapped down until the following day. We arranged an appointment and I got moving.

I kept walking and walking but not getting to my destination, while the dark started falling. And then something strange happened. I got stubbed in the neck. My blood started pouring. I saw the big splashes of blood that formed a trail behind my feet, as I was dragging my self in the empty city. I was not feeling faint, or pain and I realized I would not die. Soon the blood that was flowing started clotting. It was dark.

That's about all.

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

It all started with me being slightly late for class. I was going to teach drawing. I had my dog with me, except for that it had duplicated. I was walking with two dogs that looked exactly the same. One of them was walking calmly by my feet but the other one was running around. I cought the berserk dog and told it off. It spat in my mouth. I started spiting back at it. I got to the college where I teach after passing through a large square that reminded me of my home town. One of the dogs got away but I was over an hour late, so I did not sit to wait for it. I went upstairs and the secretary told me off for being so late. I told her I had called and spoken to another girl I did not know. She responded that she had probably forgotten to let them know and that thus it was not my fault. She also told me that i would have to share the class with other people giving exams. I did not like this one bit.

I got into a crowded classroom. My students had been forced to sit apart from one another. I did not like this either. Then I started building our composition but an annoying woman told me I could not do this because it would distract her students. She showed me some ceramic vessels stalked on each other. I don't know what was the purpose of it. I started speaking loudly to my students while the rest of the teachers gave me looks of disapproval. I walked out of the class and asked for my lesson to get rescheduled because apparently I could not teach under these circumstances.

I left there and met with P. I told him I had lost one of the dogs but that it was probably fulling around in the neibourhood and that it would come back sooner or later.

Then, I was at a party with my sister and her friends. The atmosphere was joyful and I saw a couple of nice faces as well. At some point a rather handsome guy came crawling under the chairs where we were sitting. I leaned backwards and approached his face. I was bent in a way so that my face was upside down. We kissed. I got up and continued talking casually. I also remember talking to my ex-boyfriend and my friend D. K. was talking about his prospective studies. I was telling him that all will be all right. The time passed and we left.

After this I was in a bus with P. We had to catch a train but our point of departure as well as our destination were not precise. Then the bus was empty and P. was driving it. Apparently we had borrowed it without asking anyone. I wondered if this was a good idea or if it was punishable. We stopped at a designated stop and he thought of leaving it there. I suggested that we took it where buses were usually parked. We started driving again. We thought that maybe we could pick up people from stops and not ask them to validate their tickets. We drove on a large black street that curved slightly to the left and then to the right. We were within city limits- I knew because I could see tall concrete blocks in the skyline but we were driving among small green hills. It was as if the road was barricaded by those hills.

I remembered I had left my sister's umbrella somewhere and that if I was about to leave for a long time I should give it back to her. It was a small pink umbrella and I had left it at M.'s house. a friend of my sister and I don't know her very well. I had the keys to her apartment and I expected her to be away. I got into the building and started looking for her door. I saw some women getting out of an elevator and I tried to act as if I knew where I was going. In reality I was looking at the bells so as to locate the right the right one. I found one that had "Kalamari" written on it and thought it was the one. All I had to do was to try the keys to the door. I was thinking that if it was the right one I would not raise any suspicions but what if it was the apartment of one of the women that were standing n the lobby looking at me. I tried the key and it fitted. I opened the door and saw M. on her bed with someone. I saw her slender back half-exposed under blue sheets. I also heard my name from lots of people and understood that there was also a crowd sitting in the living room. I did not find this awkward but felt ashamed that I had walked into this girl's house uninvited and caught her in a private moment. I said I was an idiot and that I was so sorry for not ringing the bell but I thought that no one would be there. They did not seem to mind me as much but still I felt like an awful intruder. I kept saying what an arse-hole I had been as I was closing the door behind me. Despite the fact that I had not walked in and had closed the door almost instantly after opening it I had managed to get the umbrella.

I woke up.

Yesterday I dreamt of P.s mother giving us vegetables. I could not eat them though because they would go off instantly. I saw rocket and tomatoes and various kinds of fruit but they were all moldy.

Monday, 13 June 2011

P and I were zombies

I dreamt I was with London. We had stayed for a couple of days in a students residence and we were about to move out and catch a flight to an unknown destination. Suddenly we realized we were broke and we had to find an ATM to get some cash in order to pay our rent. Something went wrong though and P. could not use his card. I had a magnetic one instead of one with a chip. I know that they are not easily accepted in London so I decided to use an ATM. I could not remember my pin though. We were standing next to the information desk trying to solve our problems.

Subsequently we left this place, still trying to get some money somehow. We found ourselves at the beginning of an underground passage that would lead us to the airport. I could not afford a ticket though, so I started looking for another ATM, one that would accept my card without a PIN. We ended standing in a row in a cafeteria. Something went wrong and we were standing on the edge of a huge watery hole that had opened behind us, holding tightly from a balustrade and a rope. It was very hard and people were staring at us, laughing but not helping. Then we fell into the water. We kept sinking deeper and deeper. Our faces started deteriorating. We were being punished and our punishment was to become zombies until we collected some money.

Then we were out on the street again, in our usual forms but still poor. We got into a bar and I was thinking that maybe I could earn something by showing my tits. I saw an aunt of mine sitting on a stool by the bar. I explained my problems to her and asked her to lend my something. She did it and we left. We got into the bar next door and sat among people that were talking loudly.

This is were my dream came to an end