Sunday, 21 August 2011

London with K. and P.'s kimono

Last night I dreamed that I was in London with my good friend K.. We had just arrived and I would only stay there for a day. There were so many things I wanted to do that I had no time for a break. I remember us walking around in wide avenues and pass through grassy parks. Whenever I dream of London it seems to have some made-up characteristics. It is more grey than brown and much more industrial. Actually, London in my dreams resembles to Canary Wharf, despite the fact than even when I leaved there it was one of the places I did not visit so often, although it always intrigued me.

My friend K. and I passed through a local market with groceries and bought some snacks. It was getting late in the afternoon and we did not have much time left. We passed through a museum and then we were about to visit Tate Modern. I wanted to go to the loo but I needed 50 p. and I did not have any change on me. I decided to wee outside the toilets between a couple of bushes. A security guard in a yellow t-shirt and blue trousers saw me and notified someone through a large radio. I tried to lifts my panties and accidentally I urinated on them. I called to the guard to apologise and make an excuse but he was disgusted by me. Another on came near and I was still trying to lift my underwear. Finally, a woman joined them and I called for her. She came near me and not only was she not disgusted but she gave me a sympathetic look. I apologised to her and informed her of my lack of time. I asked how much would be the fine I would have to pay, so as to finish with the process as soon as possible and proceed to my errands. They lead me to an office where an alcoholic red head was waiting for me. She invited me in for a drink. I followed her in a room covered with bookshelves. I tried to explain why I had been caught urinating outside the designated area. She did not seem to mind it much and would not make me pay a fine but neither did she let me leave either.

And then the dream became really complicated. While I was waiting in this woman's office I transformed into a plate with some watery dough. Then my face rose from the surface, followed by the rest of my body. Soon I was standing with crepe dough dripping from me. My skin stabilized and I was holding a rather stable and descent crepe au chocolate.

In my second dream I was with P.. We were walking around a Mediterranean market. I can't remember exactly what it was we were looking for but the shops were about to close and we had to hurry. We got into a shop that sold fine fabrics. Large kimonos made of tartan in various shades of muddy colours were hanging from the ceiling. I looked at P. and saw that he was also wearing a kimono in the colour of Salmon, I had given to him. He was asking how he could remove some stains it had on the shoulders. They suggested to over-paint them but I disagreed. P. went to find another clerk and I stayed there, attempting to make small talk. I told them how I had bought my kimonos. They were not very interested though. While I was standing there I noticed how many people were working in this shop that had initially seemed empty. P. called me to show me how excited he was to be helping a young girl cut bronze ribbons from a long roll of bronze she ad in front og her. He had big iron scissors and he was cutting and cutting, looking very proud of himself.

I woke up and got up with a very small hangover and sweating.

Saturday, 20 August 2011

A sci-fi adventure with explosive diarrhea

Last night I woke up with terrible abdominal cramps. Half-awake, I saw images of lighted cores that represented a path through which I would manipulate the pain. It resembled a game I was playing last week. I was sharing a single bed with P. and I know he had trouble sleeping in such a narrow space, especially with all this heat, so I was trying to take as less space as possible. I really needed to fold my legs though, so I turned against the wall and tried to get into a position that would ease my suffering. As I was relaxing, I saw that I was enfolded in pristine mechanical parts, white and cromium. They were folding and unfolding slowlly. Eventually, I slept deeply and dreamt a dream of my favourite genre; a sci-fi one.

I was in a city with P. It was war time. I was in a public building after curfew. It was very dangerous to be out because there were people that wanted to manipulate our minds. If we got cought we would get brainwashed. I was hiding behind some desks. I met two more people there that seemed to still have full contiousness. Together we would probably manage to escape. A few officials came in the building. Among them was a beautiful dominant woman. Somehow they convinced us that we were not in danger. We thought we had tricked them to believe that we were with them. I decided to make an attempt to escape but when I tried to locate my comrades I realised we had fallen into a trap. They had brainwashed one of us, Bob, and erased his memory. He no longer knew who he was, neither who I was and he tried to capture me.

I got into a narrow corridor with more than ten high-tech elevators. I pushed a button and waited. A very short and chubby woman with thick black hair and black clothes, pulling a medium size trolley, stood in front of an elevator door oposite me. My lift came first and I suggested she came with me. She said that she would not use an elevator unless she would be alone in there. I felt sorry for her and told her she could go first, then and that I would wait for another one. She left and soon after that I also got into a cubicle. I pushed a button for the eleventh floor but realised it was the seventh I should get to. I pushed the stop button and the lift stopped between two floors. I ould hear people outside so I started punching the door with my fists but no one would respond. Then I realized that I could actually move the whole thing by pushing the wall and I did so untill I was infront of a door. I got out.

I was in a hospital. I took the stairs this time and atarted going downwards. When I got to the first floor I saw a coridor that would lead me out. The whole place resembled slightly to MOMA, architectur-wise. A man in white was walking in front of me. I followed him. He was carrying a large metallic construction. He placed it on the floor and crawled under it. I did the same but when I was about to get out, a couple of doctors blocked my way with a barier. I asked permission to pass through but they suggested that I go the other way because they were baout to use this space for patients with contagious explosive diarrhea. I felt really bad for having crawlled on this space and made my way back as fast as I could. From a distance I saw people shtting frozen blood. The doctors where saying that these people's sacrifise would save million others.

I got out on the street and met P. It was dusk. He told me that somebody was making a film about the nineties, which was why the whole city was covered in peculiar retro debris. He had a large wooden cart and was very happy about that. His friend O. also had one of these. Somebody had parked it on his back yard. Among all the things that were layed out on the street were some bags for cat food I had found at IKEA. I asked if there had been IKEA shops since the nineties. I also wanted to push the cart and he gave it to me. It was rather heavy and hard tro manage, but so much fun to operate on the empty streets. We passed through corridors and alcoves.

I woke up.

Friday, 19 August 2011

Liquid gas

This month, I have seen at least five dreams I haven't felt like writing. They were long and fast and confusing with rapidly changing context. I shall try to write down what I dreamt about last night but before I do so I will Mention P.'s dream.

P. woke up about half an hour after I did and he announced that he was was not talking to me, because I had been really shitty to him in his dream. He said he saw I was flirting with somebody's American cousin and that I was paying no attention to him. Subsequently, he saw that he was sitting on a beach and that I came running towards him from a big distance. I approached him and smacked him on the face. I broke his glasses that also seemed to swallow as if they were hurt instead of his face. I appeared not to give a damn about how he felt and I was laughing. A real bitch.

I dreamt I was at a party. There I met a friend of mine, from high-school, with whom I had been flirting for a short period. He informed me that his brother would also drop by later. He mentioned that his brother was adopted and that he was half-Chinese. The brother, indeed, came to the party and I thought he was remarkably handsome. We started chatting by the buffet. There was a lot of tension between us and despite the fact it felt really nice to be flirting, after being in a relationship for so long, I was so worried that P. might make his appearance in any minute and I would have to stop. I had no intention to lie to either of them but since the half-Chinese brother would leave the country on the next day, I thought it was safe to stay with him and hide the whole thing. I kept feeling that P. was near by, as if he was in the next room, or something.
I also remember talking to my sister and then I found my self sitting in a conference room with people from my masters course. More specifically I remember an English girl called E.. She was a small girl, small for English that is, with honey coloured hair. Her hair was much longer than I remember it in reality. We left together and passed through a hotel lounge. A couple more girls were with us. I can't recall who they were, though. She asked me about the half-Chinese fellow and I told her I would met him once more within a few minutes. He had asked me to deliver some sort of fuel to the hotel. We would meet right afterwards. We walked together to a car that was parked on a prairie some distance from the hotel. I would have to drive this car to the front door and give the fuel to somebody that would be waiting for me. It was in a big metallic vessel, like the kind that is used for liquid oxygen, or liquid gas. I was a bit worried it was not a safe thing to do and the request made me feel odd too. The girls got in the car with me and E. asked me to give her a handmade crochet scarf I was wearing. I did not want to because I had made it myself and I really liked it. She was pulling it form me, telling me she was freezing. I offered her another one that I had left in the car. She objected violently. In the end I fixed a hole she had created in the second one and she took it.
I woke up. It was a turn off because it was a nice dream in comparison to the things I have been seeing lately. I slept again and tried to recreate it but I was unsuccessful in it. I woke up and got up.