Saturday, 15 June 2013

Thug life

Yesterday I dreamt that I had participated at an exhibition and sold two paintings. Then I was chased by professional assassins. Then my dog was flying in big in elliptical shapes.

Last night I saw that I was with my friend D. She had a big camera and wanted to have our picture taken. She trusted the camera to a random girl that was passing by. The girl looked like a wealthy tourist so it seamed like the right person to ask for help. As soon as D. turned her back the girl started running with the camera. I saw her leaving before anyone else because I was the only one facing her at the time. I instantly started running after her but she got in a taxi. I focused and saw the license plate. I kept repeating it until I got to my friends and wrote it down. We found the taxi in a garage, in a dirty, quiet alley. We went inside and after following some badly-lit corridors we found the culprits. We attacked them and beat them a lot. I grabbed a small man and hit him so much he lost consciousness. I traded him for the camera. We left this place but I was a little bit worried that a) we had started a gang war and b) that they would file charges against us for hurting them so badly. I woke up.

Monday, 15 April 2013

Right-wing terrorist attack

I just remembered; I was at a hotel with P. and another couple that I suspect that they were P's sister and her fiance. We were given a room for four and as we were about to unpack there was a knock on the door. A large man with a large floozy for a girlfriend were paying us a visit and inquiring about our political beliefs. I pushed them out. The fiance wanted to meet them but I yelled at him to stay were he was because our visitors were criminals that had not come over to have a discussion but terrorists that forced people to go on their side. The bullies tried to get through the other door, because the room had two doors, on the same wall but with some distance between them. I tried to push that door shut as well, but the second man kept it open with his foot. I pushed and pushed and managed to lock them out. After a while I checked through the peep-hole on the door and saw that they were not there any more, so I went outside to have a word with the hotel's manager and ask why he let guest get terrorized like this. Instead I just talked to the concierge that was just as shaken as me. This girl led me outside. It was night and a convertible car was parked right in front of the gate. She suggested that we escape with it. I returned back inside, to get P. but saw my company leaving the room and carrying our suitcases. I asked if they had packed my stuff too and they said they had. I checked my luggage but could not find my dog (a plush hush-puppy I sleep with since I was a toddler). The hotel thought there was a bomb in our room and a woman pulled a switch  that was on a nearby wall and the contents of our room exploded and transformed into a single block of something that looked a lot like styrofoam. She gave it to me and told me that the essence of the dog was in it, but I still wanted the real one.
I was very sad and confused. I woke up because I got my period.

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Bitches 2

    I was working at a bar, or I had gone there on business, it is not clear. The bartender was S. and G.E., a tutor I had in uni., was co-owner. I was talking to S. and I trying to make him interested in me. My laptop was there and when other people approached the bar I got on Facebook. G.E. told me something about how my photos look troubling and that this is why I am not popular. He pointed out a few better ones. I asked for a cigarette and his advice on increasing my popularity but he left without giving any substantial advice. I asked S. for a Pina Colada in a paper cup because I had to go.
   Then I found a dog. It was beautiful. It was tall and dark-grey with blue eyes. It followed me home and I let it stay until I figured out what to do with it. I went to an apartment with P. I think it belonged to his friend M. We were cuddling in bed when P. told me he could not go for another round. He had a very funny expression on his face and looked like a duck. We decided to leave. I presented the new dog to him and asked him if we could keep it. My other dog I. was sitting on my other side and said that the new dog was very clever. They seemed to be doing fine.
   As I  was collecting my things I thought that I should go downstairs and take a few books. I would need them for a tutorial I would give. I remember talking and saying "girls, we should take some of the books".
   I was on the street, walking among a large group of people all of which were girls and most of which I knew. The new dog turned into a girl who told me her life's story, how she had left her house and she had transformed into a dog. I complained that we should have taken the books and she said she would go as a dog to take them.
   The dream ended.

Saturday, 30 March 2013


P. and I were sent to prison after attacking people, during the carnival, with axes. We had not hurt anyone but we had crossed some sort of border and where we got, celebrating the carnival was forbidden. We were sentenced to three and a half years but we were sent to a mixed facility.
Being in there was dreadful. The place was overcrowded and the guards were bullies. I was trying to paint and decided to mix the yellow and red paint in my mouth. I felt disgusted and I had to see a doctor. As I was searching for one I met an old friend of mine, E. . She was trying to take me to one but in the meantime my mouth cleaned by obsessive spitting and rubbing my teeth with my fingers. I wanted to let my mom know that I was there but could not contact the outside world. Then I thought that I should do my tax return in a few days and I was wondering how that would be managed if the state had no way of knowing that I was in prison. Would they give me a fine? Perhaps if I got a document form the prison they would discard my fine. What happens to people with shops if they get sent to prison? Where they allowed a few days to settle their obligations?
It was a very unpleasant dream. Luckily, I woke up.   

Friday, 29 March 2013

traveling back in time

  In this dream I had gone on vacation at some isolated village where I found a friend. He was a man I met a year ago and although I thought he was flirting with me I was told he was not interested in women. He was very polite and a charming fellow. He was exactly like that in the dream too, although what led us to being together is vague. I remember walking with him and visiting sights. The village was very rich and well taken care off and I sort of stuck out. Then I met another man, whom I liked less but he took me to a jewelry shop where he bought me a ring.
  It was night time and we gathered at a bistro and sat outside on the square. Both men were there. I had my eyes on the first man and wanted to get rid of the second. The first man kept staring at me and I back at him but the other fellow did not seem to grasp the situation.
  I returned home with the first man that hagged me and I sat on him on a chair. I told him the story of the second man and the ring and he said he would get me out of it. It was very nice being with him and I was wondering why had my friend M. told me that he would not be interested in me. I followed him at an opening in the forest where the villagers had set a theatre. They all acted and the villagers form the neighbouring village had come over. There was a conflict between the two villages and they stood facing each other ready for a fight.
  Then I travelled back in time and got to the beginning of the dream. I met the guy I liked and tried to explain the situation to him. I was aware that the moment of my departure, so as to travel back in time, was further in the future than the last moment I remembered staying in the village and I was wondering how and why it had happened and if it had to do with our relationship. I woke up

Thursday, 28 March 2013

The pool

  I dreamt of a pool. I had been taken there and I was with other people, none of whom was my friend apart from Mi. We jumped into the pool but the cover was still on and thus we remained on the surface. I thought of going under but that would increase my chances of drowning. An old man managed to remove the covers from their positions and somebody took them away. Then, each of us was provided with a basket-ball, a tennis ball and some other gymnastics-related objects. I did not think that playing with all these objects would be particularly interesting and I just swam. I have never been in a pool and I was observing the density of the water. Swimming proved easier than I expected and I went to the deeper side, where I  held the railing and chilled for a little.
   Next, we were asked to get out and collect the toys and our personal belongings. Some people had left things behind and I could not find mine. I also had to carry two laptops and I was wondering if my bag was waterproof and if I could swim to the other end of the pool. I put everything in one of these cage-like baskets on wheels that are used to carry groceries and walked.
   I got to the entrance of the building where the instructor was collecting the things we were bestowed with. I gave her mine but they had all shrunk in size, so that the basket-ball looked like a tennis ball. She made fun of me and then Mi. and I decided to go out for dinner.
   The restaurant was in the same building. Mi. had made reservations for her and her father but he came over just for five minutes and she offered me his place. The table was peculiar. It had a sort of built-in roof, decorated with real flowers. The food was a huge piece of lamb. I said that I don't usually eat lamb but I would try it. It was not bad but it had a lot of fat and it took me a quite some time to prepare a fat-free bite. We talked and laughed and I pecked with my fork on her nose. Her skin split but no blood came out because it was cooked. I apologized for destroying the shape of her nose. A waitress came to our table and informed us that we were the last customers and that they would turn off the rest of the lights. I looked around and indeed the place was empty and dark apart from our table, that created the impression that it was the only one in an immense, dark room.
   We decided to go out for drinks and I knew exactly where we were going because I had been there in another dream. Before we went there, though, we would go to her house.
   Her father and grand-parents were there, but they were not hers but some people that reminded me of relatives of P. . From the basement I kept hearing the sound of dripping water. I went downstairs and saw that the ceiling was supporting an elaborate system of pipes and faucets, one of which was leaking right on a light-bulb. I went back upstairs and explained the situation. They said that the construction was financed by a stringy relative of theirs and that it was rapidly falling apart.
   I must have woken up at that point.      

Wednesday, 27 March 2013


   I dreamt that I was at my hometown and I had just woken up. I left the house and got to the end of the block where I found a shop that sold children's clothes. It was plain and old-timish. I noticed they had a special offer on Indian silks and I chose a skirt and two blouses. I took these to the cashier to ask how much they cost. There was an old man that was the shop-owner, a younger woman who was his daughter and  two clients. They told me that the clothes I had chosen were originally very expensive but at a bargain price now, although they could not say how much exactly because their son and brother, accordingly, knew about this. I told them I did not have any money on me either but that I was a neighbour and that I would return. The man left and I stayed with the girl that was showing me clothes. I saw a skirt  that was supposed to be the same as one I wore as a teenager and then I saw a blouse too. It used to be my favourite but I gave it to my mother. I explained that I have a sister and sometimes her, our mother and me, exchange clothes. I also told her I was a pilot. I was not but I was getting ready to pass some exams that were related to this profession. We walked between the rows of hanging clothes and got back to the door. There was a new desk, an old, long secretariat, dressed with an old, baroque fabric, where the old man sat and kept notes.
   I went back home where I realized it was very early in the morning, around seven, and I wondered about three things; I wondered why I had gotten up so early, why was the shop open and why had it been so busy. I thought that things for businesses, as well as churches and parks, should be very slow at this hour.
   I had to poop and got into a lift. I was carrying a large back pack which made things more difficult. As I was about to lower my trousers I reached the bottom floor and through the wobbly glass I saw a woman. I pushed the button to go back up before she opened the door and although I was still alone in there I decided to abort the mission.
  I returned home where I found the son and the daughter from the shop. The boy had come to show me some clothes and the girl had come because she wanted to meet my brother. This character was very vague. Sometimes he was P. and other times he was undefined. I was very sleepy but I had to study for the exam. I was lying under a sleeping bag on the couch and my eyes were shutting.
   Then I was at the bedroom. I had to get dressed to go to school because it was almost nine. In the other room, through the door's wobbly glass I saw that the girl from the shop had curled up inside my brother's bed and was waiting for him. I wanted to look at my back in the mirror and I closed the curtain. It was dark outside at that point. I thought that people could probably see through the curtain as I could see a neighbour that had just got out of bed and was putting on her brasier. I took off my pyjamas and found out I could also remove the lower half of my body. I observed my anus and genitalia and thought of pleasuring myself. I wondered if I would feel it if it was not connected to the part of the body where the head was. My anus started protruding and it grew teeth. I tried to finger my self but my vagina was too tight. I could feel it though. I decided it was getting very late and that I hadn't studied enough. As a matter of fact I remembered nothing. I woke up.


Monday, 25 March 2013

A museum, a cafe, a car and orange

March hasn't been a very good month concerning the narration of dreams. Most of the times I remembered too few information to make any sense and other times I just saw that I was playing video-games or made something repeatedly.

Last night, though, I saw a classic. I was at a museum in England, but it looked more like the lower side of Aristoteles square in Thessaloneke.  The exhibition was very big and I was planning to spend my day there. Everything was fine. I found a nice bench and took my sketchpad out of my bag. Then, I had to go to the loo. I searched but could find no toilets for the public, so I got out, I crossed the street and paid a visit to the nearest cafe. It was a very classy place with expensive rotundas, flower vases and eccentric architecture. Yet the toilets were scarce there as well. I found one but it had been clogged. Then I found another but it was odd. There were no cubicles, just toilet seats, one next to the other. People were just waiting in a line outside the door, leaving one person to go in at the time.
Inside was a couple. My need to urinate was so strong that I just went in and took a seat. I found it hard to start urinating as long as they were there but, although I am not entirely clear on that because I don't remember the action as much as the sense of relief, I probably managed to empty my dream bladder.

I left the toilet and I was trying to find the exit when, quite by accident, I got to another section of the building that was secret and had to do with military secrets. I passed by blue-lit, grey corridors and found my way out without being caught.

Then I got to a shop where I had to buy something so as to be a customer and thus it would be all right that I used their toilet. I took some gum in the colour of amber. When I was about to pay for  it I realized that I had left all my things at the museum, unsupervised. I remember searching my pockets. I was wearing a large man's shirt with chest pockets and nothing was in there. I pledged with the cashier and the security to escort me to the museum where I had left my bag. The cashier was cute, but reminded me of a christian fundamentalist for some reason.

Then the narrative changed completely. I was in a car and I had made a cardigan that the cashier had ordered. I was going to deliver it to him. The car was still and I was in the front passenger seat but there was no driver. The car started moving, so I had to get to the driver seat but it was full of gift and shoe boxes. As the car was accelerating I threw the boxes at the back seat and sat on the wheel. I drove for a small distance but then I got to a busy intersection where I realized that my breaks were not functioning properly. They made the car slow down somewhat but did not make it stop. Luckily I was passing outside my uncle's garage and got to stop somehow. From there, I did not get back to the car but got where I was going through an old storage space.

I found the cashier in a room that was used by the full-time stuff for rest. I removed the vest he was wearing, that at that point reminded me of a bullet-proof vest, and helped him put on the new cardigan. I made fun of his hair and told him he looked like a chicken. Then I grabbed him by the waist and pretended to lift him up. He was so light I did indeed lift him up and turned him upside down and back to a standing position. Then I approached his face, and since he did not go away I closed my eyes and kissed him. When I opened my eyes it was not him I was kissing but another dude that was supposed to be an old acquaintance of mine. He was laughing a lot and made fun of me for liking the christian boy. I thought that I would not mind spending time with him either but pretended not to care, at least until he would stop laughing so hard on the little joke they had played on me.

As we were standing there, talking, somebody shot him on the head. There was a hole in the middle of his forehead and bright orange light coming out  but no blood. He remained conscious but lost his balance and fell back on the bed. I was stunned.

Then I remember working on Adobe Illustrator and making fantastic illustrations and then my dog woke me up and I got up.            

Thursday, 14 March 2013

The mad elevator ride

My dream was awesomely atmospheric, although stressful at times. All gloom and quick cuts.
I was with familiar people and I was supposed to go help a girl with her homework. It was a new job. I arrived at the building where she lived and got to the elevator but as I got in I realized that I had forgotten something and went back out. I returned (I don't know what took place in the in-between, I just have this mental image of me getting in and out of the lift) and pressed the second floor button. It did not stop there but took me all the way up to the seventh, where I got out to a corridor and, through an open door, I saw a man working out in a gloriously sun-lit, spacious apartment. I went back in the elevator and tried to descend but as I was already moving, instead of the correct button, I pressed again the seventh floor one, that was right above the one I intended to press. The elevator was moving up and down and I could not get where I had to. I looked for the stop button so as to bring it to a halt and concentrate on giving the right demand to its electronic brain. The buttons multiplied, the cubicle was pulsing, the lights went dim and my hands were too shaky to press anywhere specific. In my effort to do so I was pressing random buttons and some of them seemed to get out of their sockets. The elevator started accelerating skywards and I almost screamed in panic, as the floors appeared to be increasing. Eventually it crushed through the ceiling and slid on the roof. The walls had transformed into car windows and I was on a car-seat with my seat-belt on. I thought it would never stop and I was wondering if I would fall off the rim. Luckily, I saw that I would most probably crush on the next building and avoid the dive. I passed by some thugs that were conspiring, on the roof, and pretended not to see them. When it came to a stop I took out my phone and tried to text message somebody to come to my rescue, but my fingers were too shaky and my phone was dysfunctioning.
 I had not been there for long, though, before a group of people came to my aid. They told me they had seen the elevator rising in mad speed and they had run. A nice girl helped me walk because I was trembling so much that I went off balance. Then I thought that I must have been so high up that the view should be spectacular. I looked on the side and what I saw was awesome. It was as if every view from above I have ever seen in my waking life merged to form this amazing landscape. It looked like Tibet and Machu-Picchu and Mordor and Nagorno Karabkh and every incredible metropolis landscape all at the same time. I was impressed.
I was led to the ground and the scale of things was restored. There I met a guy I went to primary school with. He had grown up to be rather handsome although a little towards the plus size. His brother, though, was still a small boy, in my dream, and I would tutor him. The brother and I became close and we asked the brother if he minded waiting for me for a little in his room. I woke up.            

Saturday, 9 March 2013

The sex slappers

I saw that my previous boyfriend was in town, but then again, I must have been in his because he was about to go home. There was some issue with his folks and he asked if I would like to go there for supper. I felt a wave of nostalgia in the sound of this but declined the offer. Although I am sure this is the first part of the dream that I can remember, the order of the rest of the stories is mixed up.
I remember a station. I was there with my dog I. .I had a lot of bags and backpacks with me. In the waiting room, with us, was an old pikey with black curly hair. He kept coming towards me and I thought he wanted to mug me so I told him that the dog bites. He continued moving dangerously close to us and I had to pull I.'s lease so that she would not realize my earlier threat. At some point he told me that there was no reason for me to be afraid because he was not a thief. I believed him and felt bad so I apologized warmly. After a while he started following me again so I had to tell him once more that he should keep his distance for his own good if he didn't want the dog to bite his hand.
What felt odd about this dream is that whenever I thought of something I got such a clear mental image of it as if it was part of the dream's reality. It happened on this occasion, when I saw the gypsy's bitten hand bleeding and at the beginning of the narrative when I imagined myself at the boy's house with his parents, in the living room, just before supper would be served.
I got home and I would sleep on a large bunker bed that was too high and in order to get there I had to climb a steep ladder. When I got to the top I had to grab the bed and jump on it because the distance was too great for my short feet. I got on easily after a couple of rehearsals. The ladder was new. My mom had it made by our neighbor who is a carpenter and she had asked for more stairs but he had made it just like the previous, inconvenient one. When I tried to get up there with all my baggage I realized it was impossible. I got off and sat on the toilet. P.was there and his cousin D. among other people. I pooped, right there, in front of everybody. I turned and flushed. Nobody cared. P. started taking a shower and I wanted to wash my hair. People started leaving the room.
I think that then, there was an interval in the story about washing.
I was at another room in this house where a performance would take place. There was a group of young people who called themselves "slappers" or something of this sort. They gathered on a bench and started slapping themselves and each other. Then they climbed on each other and started humping. There were a lot of viewers but once the spectacle became voyeuristic they started leaving the room. A lean couple kept some distance but stayed there. The woman made gargling sounds as if she would be sick and then she excused herself. I could hear the orgy taking place but was prevented from staring directly.
I returned to the first room and I could hear people talking, although I was alone in there. I went to the attached bathroom, that was D.'s and started washing my hair. I was sitting there, observing my breasts and pelvis. Then I checked the cabinet behind the mirror and found the electric board. It was shaped like a book and you could turn the pages. Buttons and writing were all jumbled. In one of the first pages I found the switch for the boiler.
When I returned to the room with the beds I found people. Somebody was rolling a spliff and I decided to stay. I woke up.           

Thursday, 21 February 2013


I was at a house that resembled my mother's and I was about to leave when we heard loud voices from the outside and the gangsters crushed in. I was exactly by the door so I stuck to the wall and hoped that they wouldn't notice me. The last man that came in saw me. I looked at his face and averted my eyes instantly because I thought that if I don't see his face, none of their faces, they might let me go since I will not be a threat. I whispered "can I go?". He said that even if he allowed me there were more thugs outside guarding the place. I peeped and saw that there were, indeed, two more punks watching over the front door. The gangsters bullied us. The head of the clan looked like a young Al Pacino. He brought his face really close to mine to scare me. I made eye contact only for a second and then pleaded again "Can I go?". I have a small gap there but then, I had left this place and I was walking on a busy street and it was nighttime. I was trying to get as far as possible. A car pulled towards me and the driver was S., a dude I fancied some ten years ago. He was not very tall but with very broad shoulders, dark eyes and sideburns. I got into his car and we made out.
Later I was at a dingy bar when he called me. He asked if I was at home and sounded astounded when I informed him about my whereabouts. He said he was at the gym and that he would be late. I was cool because I did not really want a relationship with the guy, snuggling with him was enough, but he had insisted. I saw his car parking outside the window. I leaned forward and saw him. We were still on the phone so I asked if he was outside. He came in with a female friend of his. I asked him why he lied and explained I did not care for a commitment. We parted.
Then I was at a stadium but I am not sure if there would be a music festival or a sports event. I met some acquaintances of mine and they told me that S. would be there too. I decided to avoid him because I was a little hurt, not because he left me, but because he had been lying to me. Everyone went inside, cheering, and I was left outside, alone. I walked and found myself again near the house with the gangsters.
I think I also remember something about cooking, but the rest got lost while preparing coffee and getting dressed.     

Saturday, 16 February 2013

The shadow girl

I was with a woman for whom I would do some work. She had a shop with an attic, where we went. In the attic I shaw a dark figure larking in the shadow. There were a lot of boxes and other old furniture so it was easy for one's eyes to play tricks but I knew I had seen movement. The next time I went up there, despite my suggestions, her little girl followed me and got caught by the shadow that changed places with her, but only I could see it. To everyone else, even to the mother, nothing appeared different but when I looked carefully at the girl I saw that she was a zombie in the color of shadows. I wanted to help her change back so I tried talking to the mother. She had noticed differences in her child's behaviour but only saw the zombie face after close scrutiny. Yet, she did not care much as long as she still had a child. In order to save the real girl I had to convince the dark impostor to lead me to her through the attic, but she refused. Unfortunately, my dream was interrupted by my dog's barking.
I went back to sleep and this time I was the victim of the villain in my second dream.
I think that it all started at my mother's house. She was not there but my father was. It was morning and I was broke, so I was looking around in the house for change. I found some odd money and then under a piece of paper I found a fiver and some coins. He came near and I hid the money. I led him to the back yard where we would have coffee. We sat on the table and my grandfather and my old teacher of sculpture, F., were there too. I had left my dog at the neighbor's roof and I was worried about her, so I asked them If I could bring her to our yard. I called for her and waited. The neighbor's children came to the edge and looked at me. Soon after I heard her running and then she jumped down to come to me.
Latter, I was at a train station and I was carrying a green bag made of synthetic fleece. It was oddly shaped and I had trouble holding it. A woman approached me from behind and suggested that I empty my bag and leave it at a counter near by to be fixed. I told her I had a lot of things in it that I could not carry in my hands and she offered to help me. I was suspicious but somehow she convinced me to store some of my things at her house. At the next moment I was left alone in the middle of a city I had never visited before. I did not know how I had got there but I was vaguely aware it had to do with the woman's advices. I was looking for an office of some sort, or a shop, but I had failed to find it. I was at a crossroads not knowing where I was or where I had to go. I wanted to get to the woman's house to take my things. For a little while I panicked. I was totally lost and alone, broke and with no way to contact somebody. I searched in my pockets and found my phone and this made me feel somewhat more confident, so I decided to explore. I was walking around in the empty streets of this, otherwise beautiful, place and I took a route that would lead me higher up a hill. At some point I looked up and saw that the balcony above my head had filled with water and looked like a fabric, or a balloon that was ready to burst. I crossed the street and examined the whole building from a distance. My first impression was that it had just been built and that it was yet uninhabited. All the verandas were filled with water and the ceilings were hanging downward, about to break. I thought that it must have been because the mechanics had forgotten to add a drainage system. I also noticed it was raining a lot, although I did not feel wet. Then, through a window I saw lamps and furniture and realized that people must have recently moved in there.
I kept walking and eventually I got to a more central part of the town where I met my sister. I asked her if she would like us to go out together later for a drink, but first I wanted a coffee, although it is not a habit of mine to drink coffee so late in the afternoon. We walked together and got into a club. People were dancing to psychedelic trance and I was a bit off-put. I saw my friend D. with her boyfriend M. and thought that I might return to meet them later. For the time, I avoided them and passed to the next room. My sister and I agreed to go home first so that I could leave my things and then return to this district but first she wanted to wee. I stood outside the toilet and waited. Two long-haired guys that looked like students and a girl were standing in front of me and one of them asked my name. I thought he was talking to somebody behind me because his eyes were focused somewhat to my left and further back. He reached out with his hand and I realized it was me he was talking too. I made small talk and tried to explain that the large pillows I was holding were my work. They lost their interest soon, as expected, and left me alone. My sister was taking too long a time and I took my phone out to call her but could not find her number. I decided to look inside. A wave of people came outside, as if they were evacuating the building. I looked again and saw that there was a large empty room and on the opposite wall there were many doors that led to long corridors. People were coming out of the corridors as if from a water slide and there was my sister with her roommate M. . She told me she wanted to stay because M. had told her that now was the best time and that later it would not be as much fun. I was tired and disappointed and really needed a coffee and somewhere to leave the things I was carrying. I thought that I would prefer to sit at a small, rustic, corner restaurant I had seen. I woke up.         

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Cooking contest for Fine Arts

I was participating in a cooking contest that would ensure my acceptance in the school of Fine Arts with a scholarship. I was supposed to have gone through the same process a few years earlier when I studied sculpture. Things were different than I remembered. For example, in the past there were post-its  everywhere with instructions on what to do and what was prohibited, all the meals had to be cold and the participant would only present one dish to the judging committee on the final day. Now we could use the cooker, no description of our scopes was available and we would submit one dish per day. The first few days I was just walking around, not even getting in the room where I was supposed to be cooking and taking advantage of the general slackness. A tall, overconfident, boy was constantly bragging. To sat him up I mentioned that I had already completed a few fine art courses. On the last day I decided to do something spectacular. I thought that since I had presented nothing yet I could only make a cake to reach to the judges' hearts without having to prepare a full meal. I was inspired but a mini croissant. This was my answer; I would make a huge croissant covered in milk chocolate that would taste supreme! I took my sister and went to the supermarket and there we got lost.
I don't know if I ever completed the cake but I do remember finding my sister. Then I was on a train with P. and I., our dog. There were many small children around and although I.was calm I was afraid that one of the little ones would do something to piss her off and she would react violently. We got off the train and got to a porch above a garage. P's friend A. appeared. Bellow us a car parked and a woman got off. She was about to take some shopping bags from her trunk when I. went after her. P. was also there but he did not seem to be aware of the danger. I. had turned into a boy with a muscly hunch-back, a striped sweater, a neck as big as a tree trunk, and large claws. She looked very aggressive and was moving with big paces towards the lady with the bags. I was frightened and amused at the same time by the scene. I tried to call at them, at P. to restrain the dog and at the woman to get in her car. I. went close and made a growling sound. She looked funny indeed with all these muscles and on two legs, although still with the basic proportions of a dog, and a green and blue striped  jumper. The woman fell back on her car but I. did not go any closer. I had completely forgotten her name and could not call for her. I woke up.         

Wednesday, 13 February 2013


In my dream I was still a student at the university. At the beginning I was at my mother's house, in the living room with the blue couches, with my friend M.. She committed suicide by taking poison there on the couch. She had no clothes on and she fell. I was amazed by my lack of feelings. I was annoyed by how untouched I had been by her death. I left her there and went to see my mother who was working in the basement. A lot of time passed before I informed her about the corpse upstairs. My mother suggested that we called the deceased's folks. I led her to the dead body, that had been by now covered with clothes and objects randomly left on the couch, and I showed it to her. At that moment it stirred and came back to life. I embraced her and started crying, although my feelings were still a bit shallow.
I packed my bags and went to school because I was to meet an old friend, E. ,whom I haven't seen for many years. I was in the studio, waiting, when my friend I. showed up. I called E.and she said she would not make it because she was fucking. I got angry with all of them. I had no reason to get angry with I. but somehow I did. I started putting things back in my bag. I.would also leave and we could take the same bus but seeing me so pissed-off she hesitated to ask. I did not mention anything either because I thought that we could walk separately but we might meet at the bus stop and travel together. I left my blue calendar behind.
Before I left I wanted to go to the loo. The toilet had big glass windows with curtains but they did not provide adequate isolation. In the corridor I met a dude I knew from primary school although we had never been friends. I asked him in a manner that did not take no for an answer to come with me in the toilet so as to block me from the view of passers by. I almost pushed him inside, made him sit with his back towards me and put all of my things at his back. A woman nocked on the door to ask what we were doing in there. I explained the situation and she left us. I tried to wee but nothing came out. The guy turned his head towards me and I asked him not to look. I took notice of his feet and commented on the fact that they were really small, like girl's feet, just slightly bigger than mine. He said that they were truly small for men's feet. I kept moaning about my friends and how they kept betraying me, even the one that died at the beginning of the dream, why had she chosen my couch to die on. Eventually the dude turned towards me and we started talking about friends. I still could not urinate. He flushed so that the sound of water might help me. I said that trying to pee without touching the toilet seat was very hard, especially with an unfamiliar audience. I put some toilet paper on the seat so as to sit on it but still not a drop. Somebody knocked on our door and informed us that we should leave the premises because  an anti-terrorist group would scan the building. I made a last, fruitless effort and got outside. I almost fell on the leader of the group. He was a man from eastern Asia. He opened my backpack and found a big bag of flour I had bought for my mother. He asked what it was and I said it was flour. He sliced the bag open and put his tongue inside. I seriously disliked that. After verifying the content himself he let me have it. A woman took me with her in the kitchen to purify my flour with a cool machine that used  the centrifugal force. It was interesting to look at. She also gave me candy, since we were in the kitchen.
I took my things and got going. Nobody was there to escort me to the bus stop. I walked by my self and I was hoping my friend I.would be waiting for me. I woke up with an image of a baby's head whose hair resembled small flowers and looked like a drawing by Quino.     

Tuesday, 12 February 2013


I dreamt that it was christmas and an acquaintance of mine, D.F., whom I am very fond of, had given me his shop to sell my things. I had done fine but moments before I closed I got robed. I did not loose all my money though, thus I could repay him. I called him but our conversation was interrupted by pauses, hence I was not sure about the place where we would meet. I did not know the town well enough either  but I met my friend E. and she would help me. We were walking around and I had my dog with me. We passed by a bar where we met the guy's sister. She said that to get where her brother was we would have to get some means of transport. We continued walking until the dog got tired and I had to carry her. We were a long way from home. I saw a large and complex, cutting edge design, bridge that would lead us close to our destination but my friend did not want to go that way, which was why we continued walking underneath it. We came to a vacant square and then she understood where the bridge led. By the time we met D. it was very late. He asked how it had gone and I responded that it had gone well apart form the robbery incident. I understood that he expected me to give him a percentage of my earnings as some sort of rent. I was alright with this but did not know how much I should give him. I must have waken up. I had plenty to drink last night and my sleep was upset with a lot of images, but they have all left my head by now.     

Friday, 8 February 2013


In my dream I saw A., P.'s friend. It was very early in the morning when he came over. I had just received a message from a place where I had applied for a job and I was trying to call them. A.was terribly hungry and, since I did not rush to his assistance, he was about to cook pasta. I managed to get threw to my new employer, who sounded like a gentle woman, but after apologizing for calling so early in the morning and before I managed to book an appointment with her we were cut. A.was causing mayhem in my kitchen. The water was over-boiling and he put a whole packet of pasta in the pot. I kept calling and at the same time I was telling him off in a low voice so that if somebody picked up the phone on the other side they would not think I was hysterical. A. left without eating but as cheerful as always. I was looking at all this pasta, not knowing what to do with it. Simultaneously I was on the phone, making excuses and arranging time schedules.
I got there and saw it was a sort of rehabilitation centre. All my colleagues seemed fine. We were at the yard, that reminded me of a golf course, laughing and fooling around, waiting for the patients and our supervisors. A woman arrived somewhat later than the rest and we decided to get intimate. We got under a blanket and I was laughing a lot. She got on top and when her pubic hair touched mine I covered it with my hand.
I have a small gap of memory there but then I saw that I returned to my house, that was a nice loft and nothing like my real house, where I met my mates because at that point I was a young dude with a slight, constant, hang-over. I laid on my bad and they made fun of my situation. Subsequently, we all went out and started playing with toy cars, although we were all to big to fit in them. One of our friends, that had got lost earlier in the house, showed up with all of his skin covered in black paint. We told him that we did not appreciate his joke but we used some specific, non-sensical phrase I no longer remember.
I woke up.    

Thursday, 7 February 2013

The farmer's market and our mice-infested house

I dreamt that I had an appointment with my mother at the local farmer's market. I arrived first, very early in the morning. I was at a stall that sold turnips and parsley. A woman was chopping turnips that looks like a pile of weeds and selling them in portions per serving. There were a lot of people waiting. I was watching her and I was wondering how much I might need because she was giving big quantities and I knew I needed less. I was among two stalls and I turned towards the one with the parsley, to listen to what they were talking about. A mentally challenged, large woman in a red sweater and bright hair blew air in my ear with a plastic straw. It hurt a lot and I started yelling at her, saying that it really hurt and that she shouldn't do this to everyone because people like me, with sensitive ears, experienced a lot of pain. I was holding my ear and asked for parsley. I put my hand in the muddy vegetables, chose the the strand I wanted and gave it to the seller. I got little brown snails on my fingers. They gave it to me in a paper bag but not the kind that is used at the grosser's but the sort they give you at quality shops. I turned towards the other side and asked for turnips for two people. They wanted to give me 4-5 portions but I said that 2 would be enough. People were staring at me and I felt uncomfortable. They put my turnips in a bad like the previous one, although this time it was a small blue one and the other was deep red. I said I did not need two bags and put all my vegetables in one. Then I thought that, because I was dressed nicely- I was wearing a skirt- they thought I was one of these people that did not want people to know that they do their own shopping, so they gave me these bags so that people will think I had bought clothes or that it was a present.
It was so early that I had not have coffee yet, or gone to the loo. I walked towards the cafe district. The places that looked the nicest already had a lot of customers and I wanted some privacy so as to go to the toilet. I noticed a man that looked familiar. I decided to go home. As I was walking I saw the man pass by me in a blue car. He parked it near my house. When I got there he was getting off it. From his body language I knew he wanted to go to the toilet too. Yet he came near me and we made small talk. Then two big, muscular dogs showed up. They were very tall and aggressive and moved towards me. They barked and tried to bite and I got nervous. I decided not to show it and I made a big step and a loud sound. They backed off a little but then they came at me again. My mom's dog came to my rescue but they bit him and he left me. They tried to bite my arms but they did not really close their teeth so as to hurt me. I pulled out my keys from my pockets and with trembling hands I opened the door.
I was in the kitchen when the man with the blue car came to visit me. He was in the construction business and I needed his help because our house was falling apart. The bottom of our kitchen cupboards was so infested with mice that they made a commotion. I wondered how my mother managed to sleep in there. She showed up and I introduced the man to her. She had a confused look. I looked outside and saw that he had many bulldozers parked across the street with is logo printed on them. They were white and the logo was in black, red and blue and perhaps a little bit of yellow. I got back in and lit a cigarette. The smoke went through a little pipe to the rats inside the cupboard. I got a clear view of a contraption they had made to collect the cigarette fumes from outside and smoke them in a concentrated form. Once they inhaled they went nuts, in a cartoonish way. They were pink and large-headed with bulging eyes and funny teeth. It was hilarious. I woke.      

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

I swallowed baloons

I was somewhere. The place reminded me of my father's warehouse but later it transformed into an industrial exhibition building and a hospital.
There were a lot of people doing different undefined things. I was doing nothing in particular so I was looking for somebody to assist. I met some people that were in the middle of a photo-shoot. One looked like, or had the same attributes to be precise, with a man I knew when I was in the university. He was an old graduate that showed-up from time to time to talk to one of the tutors. The other might have been a christian-orthodox priest. They lacked some props and I remembered storing things like these in the labyrinthine storage rooms of my father. I went round and got in from the main entrance. There were attached rooms that apart from the doors that linked them had separate doors  that led to the yard too, but they were so stuffed with things that sometimes these exits were blocked. I took a long breath and moved from one room to the next, turning on the lights in each one by old industrial switches. I've always been fond of these small, green boxes with a small black ball at the end of the lever.
My research for props was successful. I found old clothes and vintage sunglasses and some balloons. I put three of these in my mouth and tried to hold my breath until I got out. I could not hold it for that long and I, accidentally, swallowed them. The photographer was very pleased with my findings but, once I told my father I had swallowed balloons he became furious. I said I would try to vomit and I went looking for a toilet. It was then I found myself in the hospital.
It was a massive building with a lot of hidden doors, odd staircases and half floors. I was searching but I could not find the toilets. When I did they were too dirty even for puke. Eventually I got from a half-hidden passage to a room that had small, wooden cubicles with this function. I got into one and pushed myself to be sick. My efforts were fruitless. I gave up and headed back.
It must have been at that moment that my scenery changed into the exhibition facility. A very large show was up and I met some people that I used to see often but had never been acquainted with. We started chatting and I was explaining how I chose to become an artist instead of a silversmith. Then we were talking about older shows and then I saw that N., a dude I know, was also showing his work there and I was very curious to see what he had been up to. Instead I woke up. It had been an hour since I turned off the alarm clock and I was barely in time to wake my partner, so that he wouldn't be late for work. I am afraid that there are important bits and pieces of this dream missing but this is all I can recall. 

Tuesday, 5 February 2013


My dream was awesome. I saw that P. and I had gained superpowers after some incidents. I don't remember what sort of powers they were, although I know they were connected with the possession of an object. Some people that were like vampires were after us and we were traveling from city to city. We visited a rural town where we stayed at the house of some old relatives. They had an odd little son. So little as to fit into one's palm. Everyone had gone to a christening and they left us alone with the child. P.was standing next to him and I went near. There were flowers and behind us there was one of these old furniture people have to show their brick-a-brack on them. The child pretended to meditate and when we were not looking he moved in big paces among these old knick-knacks. I lifted him and put him closer to us but he did the same.
Then we left this place and were in a corn-field. Somehow we got separated and I was lured by the vampires at their place. I think that at that point my ability was to change faces. I was a man but they knew who I was and the super-villain asked one of his men to catch me and turn me into a vampire too. I saw the creature's canine teeth grow. They were ugly  but not pointy. I thought that his bite must hurt a lot. I managed to escape by a last face-swap and I run to meet P. again. He was at a hospital and had our magical object with him. At some point I saw that we were sitting in a dimly lit hospital bed and we had merged. I had been cut in half and my bum was missing but we could transform into one person, although P. was intact. Our nurse came over and told us we had a visitor. During my last face-swap I had brought a man with me  who was now leaving from a basement knowing he was our enemy but too dazed to catch us. Then the super-villain came into our room. He had something ours and a black extension cord he plugged into his mouth. He was a very tall man, with broad shoulders and short hair. He had charged himself enough to do great damage. P. asked me to save whatever it was we had that made us special. I took it and run.
I found a door with a very big golden knob. Behind it there was another door, more regularly shaped that led to the garden. I crawled on the floor and spotted a creature. I captured it and saw it was a bird that was very small and fat. Usually, when you catch a bird it feels very small and fragile but the one I found was so fat I could not feel its skeleton. Its belly was featherless and gray. It had great, big eyes and its colours varied from red to yellow with a warm orange as the dominant one. I knew I had to keep it.
I was walking on the streets with my bird in my hand and my hospital clothes. It was like a touristic yet nice district without traffic and swerving roads. I thought I saw P.. It was indeed him and we went to a shop where we met more people like us who told me we were all being persecuted and we would have to get to a sort of colony.
Then I was at a crowded crossroads  and I might have been with my sister. The bad guys were after us but there were so many people around they could not really harm us. We had to catch the bus 115. We were approaching a station of double decker buses. We were in a hurry to catch it before the villains got to us. We crossed a road and they were left behind because a bus passed in front of them. Eventually we got on and although it was not the 115 it proved to be the right one. Lots of odd people were in it. I saw a familiar old lady with a strange yellow animal that resembled to a cat. The bus was very narrow and in the upper floor there was only one row of seats in each isle. All the seats faced toward the centre. I took one. Apparently we were all fugitives and not well aware of one another. Another old lady asked me about the existence of some unexpected creature. The bus started and I woke up.   

Sunday, 3 February 2013


In my dream, I saw we were drug-dealers without our knowledge and that we were almost caught by the police. Then I was at a house that might belong to a relative, where I met a supposing third cousin of mine whom I thought to be quite attractive. I went to work and I saw him again as I  passed by an office, talking to the directress of the establishment. On my way to the classroom I met a student that had just woken up. He was still in his bed. I went inside and sat by his side. He took some medicine from a strange container. I asked but did not understand what his medical condition was. I left and found myself wondering in a large city. I was at a crossroads and I wanted to go to a district of which I was entirely unfamiliar. I checked my pocket and touched my oyster-card. It was still daytime at that point, but the next thing I remember is going down the opposite direction at dusk and the place looking vaguely like the public square above the train station of my hometown. I returned home and met my cousin again in the living room. I took a good look at him. He was tall, nicely built, with bright eyes and light-coloured hair and he wore a fluffy old-fashioned sweater. I was positively attracted to him. Subsequently I dreamt I was walking round the house and I reached his room. I went in and laid next to him in his bed. I remember thinking that all I wanted was some cuddling, that I was not in love and that it didn't matter that we were related. I kissed him and did not like the texture of his mustache on my lips. Eventually I got out of the bed and started thinking that I really wanted to cuddle in bed with somebody. I woke up and found my regular cuddling material sleeping peacefully next to me. I had an awful soar-throat and I got up to make some coffee.            

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

The black Samurai

P., me and an unidentified guest were at our apartment and about to go to sleep when we were attacked by a ninja. He terrorized us and chased us round the house. Then he laid down to sleep on the couch and we took his katana and killed him. He looked more like a medieval samurai than a ninja. He wore black, a big helmet and an armour that was very wide on the shoulders, so as to look gigantic.

The dead samurai was lain there on my couch, with his helmet still on and the sword protruding perpendicular from his chest. We were still in the dark but we thought of checking out the window to see if any of our neighbours had seen something. Strangely, and despite the late hour, everyone was there. The people who live in the apartment right across from ours had a lot of guests in black suits and frocks, who were sitting as if in a theatre balcony but appeared to be looking somewhere further to the left. We leaned outside our balustrade to see if there was something that pulled their attention. At the same time we noticed there were people on the balcony right above who were also attracted by the same spectacle. It was a film projection on the wall of a tall building. It had no special interest for us so we jumped over the porch and climbed to the attached construction.

The guest transformed into I., a dude I was fond of some time ago, and we found ourselves in a vacation house with thick lawn. He pulled a chair and we sat there, side by side. He was talking about something extremely interesting but I have forgotten what it was. I kept thinking I wanted to do him and the tension was building up nicely. And then I woke up.   

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

we did not get to the carnival

I was with my friend M. in my dream. I had visited her at her house where she lived with her brother and her father. We were sitting and smoking in the balcony. I had to go inside and when I was returning to the porch I saw I was not wearing something from the waist up so I put on my purple coat and moved towards the door. The brother interrupted my course and I was annoyed because this meant I would have to talk to the father and I did not want to do this. The brother told me that the father had said that he owed me something he actually owed to my parents from a long time ago. I replied that it had been so long that it no longer mattered. Two friends of M. came over and we decided to go see the carnival parade because it was night time already. Then we were walking on the street among other people and fires were burning in barrels at the pavement. I was talking to one of the new girls while we were holding hands. She mentioned something about sister Berta( a nurse from a book I am currently reading). I woke up.

Friday, 25 January 2013

K., P. & S.

I dreamt I was staying with K. and his new girlfriend for a few days. I haven't met her but, in my dream, she was very nice. I cooked for them and we had a meal on the porch. We made a lot of jokes and we laughed a lot. Then we took the plates to the sink and they went to their room. Later we were walking at a pier and P. was there too. P. and K. were wearing the same outfit. I think it consisted of a t-shirt, a cardigan and- that I remember clearly- checked trousers in shades of pink. The girl was wearing something matching and I knew I had the very same clothes in my closet. I thought it was a fortunate coincidence that I had not put them on this day because we would look absolutely ridiculous. I remembered that I had seen P.'s parents dressed exactly like this. I made fun of them for looking so similar. K.'s new girl mentioned that the sex they had on Sunday was better that on Saturday.
Next I saw that some of P.'s friends, from P., had visited us. We gathered in an old storage place to smoke. It was a dimly lit room with an old sofa in the middle and closed boxes on the walls. Somebody asked if K. had been a god boyfriend to me and if there was anything that I might want to let the new girl know. I said that people's behavior varies according to their mates. I went out and when I came back in the company had changed. New people had arrived and others were gone. It was my turn to smoke so I stood next to the person holding the cigarette. He turned and I saw it was S.. I reached out but he bypassed me and gave it to a fatso that was sitting on the couch. I protested and we straggled a little. Eventually he gave it to me and we started chatting. He was trying to kiss me but I avoided his mouth because I thought P. was there. He was there indeed, on the couch, but he was not looking towards us. S. asked me what would I do if he tied me up, threw me on the floor and screw my brains out, as the rumor has it. I tried to be discreet and tell him that this was neither the time nor the place and that we should meet another time so that he can keep this promise. Unfortunately, just then I woke up. :(  

Monday, 21 January 2013

Mass suicide

I had this dream of agreeing to commit mass suicide. P.'s visits to the hospital were not for his hurt leg but for chemo-treatments instead. Yet his hair was intact and he seemed to be doing nicely. His parents and sister and her fiancee talked us into killing ourselves. We would all fall from a cliff. We would start by crawling on a protruding tree-trunk and when we got half way across it we would just let go and fall.
The time was coming and I decided I didn't want us to die, so I said so to P.. I told him that his folks  can do as they please but that I thought it would be wrong for us to fall and die. He agreed to live and said that he had to inform his parents for our decision because in this case they might want to live too. I was not so sure if I wanted to provide this sort of information to them.
I also saw that I was trapped in a building, which is a reoccurring theme in my dreams. As always the building was massive and overpopulated but I can't be more specific. My mother might have been there. I don't know.
In another dream I saw I was with P., his sister and her fiancee. They had come for a visit but we were not at our house either. We might have been at a summer resort. They brought us food and wet clothes. I gathered all our food supplies to make plans for the days to come and I saw I had been making a rocket salad everyday for a few days, but it was not eaten, so I kept it and made a new one every new day. We also had raisins, lima beans and other pulses. I spread all of them on a blue metallic table and I accidentally mixed them. I was sitting there by the fiancee, whom I am not particularly fond of, I had hacked into an ATM and I was using it as a television. I had purchased new leggings and they had some unexpected decorations, bellow the foot, and I was chewing them off.  I was wearing them at the time so I had to have my uncle near my mouth. In this posture I was looking at the ATM and occasionally making small talk with him. Despite my negative feelings for our company I was having a good time. Everything was peaceful. Then I was inside, talking to the sister. She was telling me that one day she had become very tired of working in the lab and that her fiancee had picked her up and they got married in a small chapel. I told her it sounded nice and she asked how was it nice, as if she was not impressed by anything. I told her it was kind of romantic.
I opened my eyes and saw that it was time to get up. My old, faithful alarm clock broke and the one I am using now does not have a snooze option, so one can't pledge for five more minutes of sleep. I think that for my name day I'll get me a new alarm clock. I like alarm clocks, as objects, although I am not happy to be waken up. I think alarm clocks look nice.      

Sunday, 20 January 2013


"Iamvlichos used to be such a small village, with just ten people at first". I do not know the rest of  the story because I woke up. My bladder was very full and I couldn't trick myself to go back to sleep.
I dreamt of dogs. I was with P.'s sister, who was feeding crisps to them and I was afraid that mine would attack the others to get all the food. I also dreamt that I was going to a summer resort with a scooter that, in order for it to work, the custom was to place a huge rolled banknote on the back of it. When I got there- it might have been Iamvlichos (like the philosopher Iamblichus)-I was all alone. I was wondering what to do with the scooter, until I decided to take back my money since nobody would know or see anything. Later, or right afterwards, I heard the voice of a female news-anchor say the phrase with witch I opened this story.    

Thursday, 17 January 2013


In the the summer I find it quite easy to wake up at the break of dawn. In the winter, on the other hand, it feels almost like a sacrilege to leave my warm slumber before the sun has come up. Today, I had to get up while it was still dark outside. As I was searching for clothes, in my closet, in the dark, I thought I got a "smell" that reminded me of my life before I finished school, and I wondered if it is a characteristic winter morning smell, or if the process triggered the memory of it.
As far as dreams are concerned, things were not very exciting.
I remember talking to people and organizing something like a festive play for our work environment. We were at a garage and for some reason I was pissed off. On my way out my path was blocked by  a car that parked in front of me. I started yelling at the driver to move back a little so that I can pass but instead he got off. I became very angry and I threatened to make a dent on his car with a small tin of paint I found near by. He challenged me to realize my threat and I did. I made the hood of his car cave in. He asked why I didn't do the same on the side as well, so I marked his door too. Then I went to work. Although it was an office it looked a lot like a shopping mall from the 80s. I took the escalator and got to the door. Nobody was there, the lights were out and there was a note on the door to inform employees that we would be working part-time from now on. More girls arrived  and gathered behind me. We were looking at the note wandering what was going on and why had we not been previously informed.  As if updating us on our work status with a single note was not enough, it was written on an ugly, blue, girly memo pad, with comic sans, which is one of the ugliest fonts. Apparently, a girl called "Aeroneke" had left it for us. I woke up thinking of this name. I don't think it exists. Perhaps I'll dream of more interesting things tomorrow.     

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Cabin in the woods

Looking to the west from my balcony, the sky is in the color of lead. This strikes me as odd because at 8 o'clock, when I opened my eyes, through the curtains, I though I witnessed one of the brightest yellow dawns.

I dreamt of P.. We had gone for vacation to his home town and his aunt gave us the keys to a cabin they had in the woods. We got there and I decided to take a bath. The bathroom had a specific old-times atmosphere. It was a cubic room with a medium size bathtub. Its shape was rectangular with rounded edges and it might have had a blue line running near the edge, although this could also be the design of the wall. The dominant colors were an old-school light blue and a light but warm yellow. Everything that was white once had faded to the color of sugar.
I was taking a shower. The level of the water was rising in the bathtub although I had not plugged it. Then, quite abruptly, it all went down the drain but instead of going wherever bath-water goes to rest, it flooded the floor. I thought that there is a blockage in the pipes and called for P. .I saw the water almost reaching the door but, fortunately, it was approximately 30cm above the level of the ground. He came to me and then, between the bathtub and the corridor where P.was standing,  the ground became deeper  and filled with water. P. said there was nothing he could do and we leaned towards each other above the pool that just formed and we kissed.
Afterwards we were outside. The landscape was nice and serene, with thick but low vegetation in the darker shades of green. His aunt came over to pick us up because his father was looking for us. He had become so mad with our absence that he had intentionally fallen ill and refused to be treated in a hospital. P. got into his aunt's car and I went inside to make our suitcases and lock the doors, so that could leave. I realized I had too many suitcases with me and I kept finding more clothes, some used and  some freshly washed and dried. It took me longer than I expected and by the time I had collected everything I was carrying more that I hoped for. Then I started locking things. I realized I had a lot of keys and along the way I found padlocks. I was about to lock the kitchen cupboard, that was made out of rough wood, painted blue and obviously worn out, when an old man, some old relative, showed up. As I was trying to explain who I was and what I was doing there, without stopping fixing the locks, P. and his aunt came over to see what was taking me so long. D. shoed up and informed us that a new dog had killed their cat.
We got in the car and I.was there too.
I woke up and stayed in the bed for a little longer. When I decided I had to get up I had the phrase "the scariest part was that the driver was freaked out". Apart from the knowledge that it referred to a school bus I can gather nothing else about its origin.
Outside it's pouring. I like this sort of days.          

Monday, 14 January 2013

Nazi invasion

In my dream took place a big invasion of new-breed nazis.
P. and me were at our house, packing a few things to go on vacation when it took place. They barged into our houses, grabbed people, beat them up and trapped their faces in metallic masks. People panicked and were trying to flee the country. They were too cruel for anyone not on their side to take the risk to stay here and resist. I was in a room that reminded me of my old room in my mother's house. The door opened and a girl with aryan features and red, glowing eyes smiled at me with malice. She had a pen with a sharp edge and tried to pinch my hands. When I figured out what she was trying to do I resisted. Somehow I managed through our straggle to lead her to a main building where I thought I might find someone to help me. Indeed, I found a prisoner before a fridge and he hit her on the head and hid her in there. I heard on the street that they infected people with HIV. They imported members from other countries and gave them our apartments. They also gave their members better houses than they already had. A guy with his big, pregnant Aryan wife came to leave in ours. He was acquainted with some old friends of mine. He said he had chosen to leave in my house because he and his wife liked my art. They would turn my room into the baby's room. He also informed me that my friends N., A. and G. with her boyfriend had all been made members. I though about it as an option for a little while. Perhaps if we all joined we might be able to forma group for resistance and fight them from the inside. Quick decisions had to be made.
I packed as little as possible in a back pack and left everything else behind, knowing that the chances of getting my old life back were little. We hit the road, making a last effort to head to the boarders. Lots of people were traveling this way. I was thinking that with the enemy having access to social media it would be really easy to track us down. We started climbing a mountain when I got a view of the city from above and I was also moving towards the centre of it, like a long traveling from a helicopter but I was not on one. It felt more as if I was hanging from a crane. I saw people hiding on roofs when an already existing resistance made their first crucial hit to the party's satellite. I saw the prison-masks break and the prisoners, free but exhausted, falling on the floor.
I went back to my house. The Aryan woman, holding her newborn in her hands, gave me a disgusted look. At the back of her fat neck she had a black pillowy implant that resembled the foamy pillows of headphones. She would definitely grab the first opportunity to turn me in and no one would believe I was a supporter, and even if I claimed to be one, how could I act with such cruelty? These people killed without a glimpse. I would not be a very convincing member. Neither would my eyes burn red for their cause.
The alarm clock brought me back to my warm bed.          

Sunday, 13 January 2013

too little info and sense

I saw I was at a party. I had just started going out with a very tall dude and he was there too. I was sitting at a table next to V., M's old boyfriend and brother of my old friend N. He was very nice to me and we talked a lot. On the next day when I met my boyfriend he told me that we were over. At that point another girl was there who was also a member of this relationship. We said simultaneously "No, why? Stop!" and tried to hug him. Then she disappeared and I was left alone with him. He told me I had been too flirtatious and that he would not tolerate this behaviour. On the one hand, I liked being with him, on the other the thing he said sounded like absolute bullshit, so I let him go. After all, I had met a lot of people the previous night that were really nice to me.

Then I was with P. at his house with his sister and his cousin. We would go to the sea and I did not have a swimsuit. P.'s sister told me she had one for me and one for D. .We put them on and D.'s was  too small and mine too large, although in reality I have bigger boobies than her. I thought of asking her to exchange but people were just moving around too fast and I could not get the time.

I woke up. I had tried to wake up early, at 8 o'clock I had opened my eyes and checked the time to be precise. I thought of staying there, under the warm covers just for a couple of minutes but I fell asleep again and got up at half past nine. Winter makes waking up hard, and my dreams were not that exciting either. Perhaps I should go back to bed but I won't.     

Friday, 11 January 2013

M. and a dress

I dreamt of my friend M. I cannot recall the beginning of the dream but I remember leaving a place with a lot of young people, like a squat or a residency, and visiting a vacant building across the street. There, on the back of the house she had moved her bed. She had created a warm, secluded space, behind an old wooden closet. There was her bed covered in colorful quilts and once we got there, her cat came out to greet me. Then, from under the quilt came a big black friendly dog. I did not know she had it because I always thought of her as a cat person. We were talking about her knew abode when we heard voices of people that wanted to see that house as prospective buyers. This is as far as this story went.
I also dreamt I was with my sister. We were at an older relative's house and I wanted to masturbate, so, when no one was watching I stuffed something down there. As I was about to start people came in the room and I had to stop. There was on old wooden closet in this dream too. I took some colorful pieces of fabric from there. They were supposed to be from an old-fashioned summer dress. I searched and found the rest of it. I thought it would be cut in small rugs but it was all right. Apparently they had just made it smaller. I put it on and, although the size was right it made me look very chubby and full of curves. I did not especially like that but the pattern on the fabric was awesome. It was in bright red, combined with a nice shade of blue and other colours in smaller quantities. The pattern was organic and it matched perfectly the shape of the dress. This is as much as I remember from this dream. Pretty inconclusive, ain't it? That's the thing with dreams.     

Thursday, 10 January 2013


Thursday, January ten, 2013, 7:27 in the morning. Temperature outside: 2 Celsius degrees. The Sun has not risen completely yet.

I dreamt of S. . First I saw I had gone out with P. and some people from his work and somebody that looked a lot like S. was with them. He reached for my hand and held it. It was very nice. I felt excited and hopeful, all those feelings generated by a new flirt. I liked the touch of his skin and his temperature.  I think some people noticed but nobody mentioned anything. We were sitting on a table, outside because the weather was warm. It was an easy-going summer night.

Next, I dreamt I was at my sister's and her friends were there. We would go out and I was waiting for them to get ready. They showed up with food in their hands. I became angry because I, too,  was hungry and did not want to wait for them to eat first. P. was there. I took him by the hand and we left.
We went to a bar. I had left a large jar of mandarin tea at a corner and I squeezed through some people to get it. A girl talked to me and I smiled at her.

Then I dreamt of S. again. I was at my hometown, at my uncle's second oldest shop and he was there too. We got on a couple of scooters. S. was going in the front one, behind D., and I was alone, following them in the back. He turned and looked at me and I pretended to whistle. We stopped at another cafeteria near by. He came near. I smiled at him and told him I had to go back to get something. He said they would wait for me. I tried to be really sweet. It was easy to smile when staring into his eyes.

The bloody alarm went off. After a quick argument with myself I got up. I have to go now. The temperature has fallen by 1 degree. I just hope I don't have to do this again any time soon.         

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

the pink duck and the graduation party

The alarm clock started bipping at half past seven. It was still dark outside. I made it stop and turned to the other side. I was very thirsty but the glass of water I always keep at my bedside was too cold and had given me a soar throat earlier in the night. I fell asleep. I woke up again at half past nine. After almost ten hours of sleep I still could not get myself out of the warm covers. Although it is sunny the temperature is very low. My partner and our dog are still asleep. My coffee just turned cold. Winter is here for good and sleeping is awesome, especially when one has things to do, one would like to avoid.

My dreams were odd. I saw a lot of people from the past.

I was at my sister's neighborhood, on the way to my house and the night had started falling. I was moving slowly and would not make it back until it was night for good. As I was passing from old, neglected industrial buildings I saw men running and I knew they were up to no good. I turned at the first corner so as not to get in their way but my action was futile as there was another group right in front of me. I could only hope that they would not be interested in me. They were immigrants in the mind of whom we were all the enemy. They had come here hoping for improvement and they had been treated like less than human. They were right not to show pity and I was afraid of them because I did not know anything about them and could communicate nothing. I thought of running but my feet disagreed. I just walked until I got to a central spot of the city. There was police everywhere, waiting for the upheaval. I just wanted to go home. There were shops with bright yellow lights and large entrances and cars were rushing by in great speed and little order. I stopped by a young traffic-cop-lady that seamed less hostile, to ask for directions. A car full of gypsies, or another group with a much similar life-style, stopped by her as well. As the traffic cop leaned towards their window a girl came out of the car and came to me. I can't remember who started talking but she would help me get closer to home.

 I also dreamt I was staying at a place by the sea. I was going somewhere and I was alone on the street. On my left side were medium-height, white fences, reflecting the bright sunlight. On my right I remember nothing. A pink duck was walking towards me. I tried to avoid it but it seamed very convinced to come after me. I passed it and it turned and started chasing me. It came very close and tried to bite me. I grabbed it by the throat but I did not want to kill it. I kept pushing its head back and it kept going for my hands. We fell on the floor and I was loosing the battle, until a man approached us and threw something at the duck. He helped me up. It was a tall man with a long, grey beard and a hat. I had my doubts about his trustworthiness but he had saved me from the duck.

Then it was graduation week. I had to wake up early to go get my certificate of graduation. There were multiple ceremonies taking place for each graduate individually and some of them would also grab the chance and get married, too. The whole charade started very early in the morning and the dress code was official as well. I hated the whole thing. I did not want a special ceremony just for me with people staring in front of the podium. Furthermore, I continued failing to get up early enough in the morning so I was just postponing the process and I would see others graduate and get married and the whole thing sickened me. I was at home looking for something to wear when I realized I was too late again, so I decided to just go to the party and maybe book another day for my graduation. A lot of people were there. An., a woman that used to be my supervisor at a previous job, heard me saying that if they can't schedule the ceremony for a more reasonable time I would never receive my degree, and she laughed. She had big, afro hair, very fair skin and a nice, wide smile.

I went to the plaster-studio. It was dug bellow the ground level and it looked like an ice platform. It seamed to be dug directly in the rock and one could walk above it on a narrow, wooden bridge. I looked  for a familiar face but knew no one. A man was pushing a big mountain of semi-liquid plaster with his back to the side,  almost right under my feet. I asked if I could go down there and see what they were doing. I got down a small, wooden ladder. The whole place was in the dark brown of the wood and the white of the plaster. Even the people. There I saw M. and her cousin V.. I took off my black shoes and forgot about them. When I got back out I saw that I was bear-foot and asked N. and her boyfriend N. , who were also there, to ask somebody to throw my shoes back to me because there were splinters of wood on the floor and I could not walk. Instead they brought me two odd shoes to put on and go there myself. One was a cheap, girl's black shoe that was almost too small and the other a small workman's shoe, I destroyed it as I tried to put it on. By the time I got back in the studio a man was shutting down the lights. I told him I was a past graduate and that I had left my shoes down there. He was disinterested in my story and thought I was a liar but eventually allowed me to go and pick them up. I found my dog there and took her along. He had a poodle and I was afraid my dog would attack his, so I kept her close. Then I was trying to get in a house along with plenty more people and my dog, and Harley, the neighbor's dog was there too and the man with the poodle.

I must have woken up at that point.

It is so cold my finger's are freezing, but the sun is bright, so I think I will take a walk.                

Monday, 7 January 2013

Trying to flee Constantinople

   The dream started with me taking an offer to travel. We would go to London and Berlin. I got to a large and complicated railway station, I often see in my sleep, and was trying to find my way around. I only carried a small backpack and was practically broke. My fellow traveller was a ten year old scoundrel that was running around and climbing on things. I had a hard time keeping up with him.    Finally he led me to the ticket office, through a first floor window. I was hanging outside the window, not really able to pull myself inside when I saw at the desk a guy I knew from primary school. I asked for his help and he came to my assistance. We would all be traveling together.
   Our train was about to depart and we were running on the old-time platforms among huge trains that were leaving smoke. Everything was grey, blue and black. The platforms were high and crowded.
   We got off at Berlin. I knew because I saw all the famous monuments of this city, gathered together on a square. I saw the victory column and the telecommunications centre and the Branderburg gate.
   Then we were on a boat and the captain was my company's father and also the father of my friend V. who joined the dream, occasionally taking the place of the ten-year-old boy. These two were not very close and although the father was obviously rich, the offspring was rather poor.
   We were sitting on a round table with fer forge chairs with some old-women. At that point I realized I did not have my passport or any other international documentation with me and that I had run out of money. All I had was my old id and knitting needles. I had to go either to the embassy or return back home. I asked where we were and I learned we were in Istanbul. I thought of the Residents and their song. From my point of view there was only one thing to do; try to cross the sea and get back home. I was searching for a boat when my alarm started beeping.  

Sunday, 6 January 2013

boots made of green carpet

I have been sleeping a lot lately, probably because of the cold weather. I open my eyes and promise myself I will stay there just for five more minutes. Next time I open my eyes  a whole hour has gone by and I have dreamt of something new.
I saw I had gone out for a drink with my friend Mi. We went to a crowded, bohemian bar at a suburban area of Athens. We got drunk and started socializing. We continued to the drinkery next door, where I remember standing by the bar, gulping large sips of beer and afterwards we visited another place a bit further down the road that is owned by two friends of mine. There, we got behind the walls and drunk ourselves silly. I was looking for S., one of the co-owners, but could not say his name. I was standing on a wooden staircase, looking at the people through the frame of a torn painting.
The sun had come up and I was in a car. A girl that used to be bold but now had blond hair pulled back was badmouthing P. She was saying that all he does is doodle all day and that he gets paid much more than his work is actually worth. I tried to poke her on the nose while explaining that he works a lot and that she has no idea what she is talking about but I was so drunk I did not have command of my fingers. I swore under my breath and asked them to stop the car. I looked outside and realized I had no idea where I was, so I fell back on my seat and decided not to bother.
P. was at home, sleeping. I woke him up. I had left my purse, with my phone, my id, my passport and a lot of money somewhere the previous night and I wanted to retrieve them. I called from his phone to mine and a warm, manly voice answered from the other side. I explained I had left it there and asked if they were so kind as to tell me how to get it back. The man knew who I was. I was hoping it would be D. but he wasn't. He tried to explain which bar was his. I did not remember the name of the place. He told me I was dancing by the bar and that we had met the previous night and that he would be there until 13:00. It was half past ten. I started making some coffee and tried to rinse the blurriness with cold water. This sobered me up a little. My friend Ma. came over and I narrated my adventures for her. She said she would come along. We got on a bus, sat on the front seat  and then it stopped and I hit my leg on the one in the front because it was like an open carriage. Ma. started screaming at the driver. We changed our seats. Funny people were getting on and everything looked more as if we were in London than in Athens. I saw our destination and pushed the stop button. The nearest stop was  further down. The bus turned and then it stopped near an open market place where grumpy old ladies did their shopping and the street were wet. Ma. was wearing a large pair of cow-print boots. We passed outside shoe-stores and she stole a pair of boots made of green carpet that were hanging on a wall. We got inside the next shoe-store where she changed her old boots for the new ones. They looked very peculiar and I liked them in a perverse way. The purse I was carrying the previous night was also made of green carpet. As we were approaching our destination I woke up. I slept from 1:30 to 10:30 and I still could not open my eyes properly. Furthermore I still had the feeling that, as in my dream, I had not slept for more than 24 hours. Soon I understood this was not true and I got up to make some coffee.            

Saturday, 5 January 2013

I started falling for A.

In my dream I saw that it was my birthday and I had invited a lot of people to my house. I was waiting for them but then only an old acquaintance of mine, G., came over. We sat on the old, blue couch and talked. He even brought me a present. It was not something special, probably something small, that one can find in his own kitchen. I can't remember what it was, though. I think that more people might have come later, but I might as well be thinking of birthdays past.
Then, I had just moved to a small village, with P. and lots of our friends were there too. I met an odd indian girl. Then I was spending time with A., who was really nice to me and for whom I started having feelings. We chatted and watched films together. More people came over and he stayed by me, slightly touching my hand. I kept staring at his girlfriend who was sitting on a chaise-long across the room. she did not seam to care. I grew tired and I wanted to sleep. I decided to go home. The village was full of large, stone-built houses and narrow stone-paved streets. P. and I got to our house and we were about to go in when I heard A's voice. I could not trace its source, so I lay down on the street and looked up. Above me was a rather tall building with its facade covered with a scaffolding. At the top floor I saw A. giggling with somebody. Then they got in a wrapped rag and came down with an improvised lift. Then I saw my new friend from India. She was naked and her yellowish, medium-size breasts looked soft and perfect. A man with similar facial features, but much lighter skin approached her    and raised her thigh. Then he penetrated and she opened her mouth so wide it looked as if her face opened in half. I focused on her scream and when I zoomed out she had just had a baby. A doctor cut the umbilical cord with a mini ax. Subsequently he wrapped the baby in an old sleeveless shirt and gave it to the mother.
I woke up.