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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up.

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

P and I were zombies

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

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

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

This is were my dream came to an end

Frofessors, zombies and mammys

I dreamt I was flirting with a professor of mine. He looked remotely like Indiana Jones. We were sort of "discussing" on whether it would be appropriate to kiss or not. I was not sure if I wanted to start going out with him but I definitely wanted to kiss him. The thing is that he was so tall that even if I tried I could not make the first move. My head reached as high as his elbow. He was just standing there in front of me, with an enigmatic look on his face, and I was annoyed by the fact that I was unable to do anything. I told him that he was gigantic. He smiled. Then we parted and I met his mother. She was an elegant woman in her mid-fifties.
I was left alone in his house and I started cooking lentils. I discovered he had been copying a book and pasting the pages on the walls around the house. He also had a large pool instead of a bathtub.
Later I joined a group of his students. They were in the back of a van and I helped them get off. I touched playfully one of them and felt his chest bones protruding from his skin. I looked inside his t-shirt and realized he was something between a zombie and a mummy. His face and hands were intact but the skin under his clothes was highly deteriorated. He seemed aggressive, suddenly, and I started running. I passed through a door and when I tried to lock it behind me I accidentally opened it, he saw me and started running towards me. I got through another door in the kitchen and found the prof's mother. I tried to warn her but my words came out muffled.
Then it was peaceful again and I was lone in the house. I checked the food and added some water. Then I saw a baking tray and poured water inside to rinse it. I discover it had some sort of noodles inside and realized I had done something stupid. I poured some of the water out and left as I had found it. Following, I continued reading the copied book. It stopped abruptly. I wanted to read more. It resembled poetry or random beautiful phrases. I would have to wait for him to copy some more. In the meantime he hag got into the pool. I went there and saw him. The pool seemed to change sizes for a little while but I thought I wanted it to be big and I stabilized it there. The shape also changed occasionally from oval to rectangular. I also stabilized it on an almost square shape. He was flowing inside it. I thought that it was my opportunity to be at the same face-height as he was and thus I could kiss him. The water had a yellowish tint and I thought that maybe one of the students had peed inside. Then it changed to violet and I understood it was being lit. Kitch. I was thinking of how I could jump inside. If I walked I could go near and get in gently but if I stood where I was I could jump inside with an impressive somersault and a big splash. At that point I was woken by my dog. She was making moaning noises to wake me up and got excited when I opened my eyes. I wanted to sleep some more.

Restaurant

I saw I was going to a v.i.p. restaurant to attend a dinner with important people. I found the building and went up the stairs. When I reached the top I saw that in order to get in I had to crawl under an iron door. There were two triangular openings, barely large for a full grown person to pass through them. I squeezed through and got to my table. I can't remember much about the dinner. I remember going through the previously mentioned opening multiple times and each time it seemed somehow smaller until I found it rather hard to get my chest through. I thought that I should mention this to whoever was in charge. Large breasted women would find it very hard to get in. Later I saw my sister. She was sitting on a table among friends. I sat down with them. She said I was drunk. I realized I was almost hanging from my chair, about to fall to the ground and I was also half-naked. I felt embarrassed and left. On the street I met an old house-mate of mine, R.. He said that if I did not feel comfortable enough to share a bed with my ex-boyfriend, he could sleep in R.'s room because he would be away for the night. I responded that we were perfectly all right with each other and that it was not a big issue to share a bedroom. I walked to the house and met my friend D. there. I had to go to the basement to turn on the lights from the fuze box. Accidentally I cut the electricity for a moment on the whole building. I heard the sound of Macs restarting. I called out at D. to come and help me. We tried to fix things but it was not an easy task, because the fuze box kept changing shape.
When I woke up I tried to remember how much I had had to drink last night and if I had really met my sister. Soon I realized it was a dream, the first dream I was able to remember after a long time.
I had also seen a very vivid one, with a woman that had got trapped in a lift. I could see her body going up as the lift was descending . In the end I could see only her orange and brown plaid skirt and her old-timish shoes.

Chased by mobsters

I dreamt I was being chased by the Arab mafia. I was supposed to have a brother, or I was hanging around somebody else's brother. This brother had met some people that were throwing a party in a mansion and I went along. When we got there they put us in a room on the furthest end of the house, in a room where they were kneading dough for Arabian pita. There were men handling a very thin dough. For some reason I thought they were also making Eucharist. A large man started bulling us. The brother person was very cool but I was afraid they were fanatics and we had insulted them somehow. The very large man held a pen to my head and he claimed it was a gun. At some point that he was talking to the others and his grip became looser I turned his hand towards his oversize stomach that was at the height of my face and pushed the trigger. Nothing happened. He looked taken aback and although by that time I thought he was bluffing, I started believing that it actually was a gun. I tried to push it far from my head and shoot as soon as I could. We straggled for a little while and I pushed its trigger a couple of times more. Eventually I heard a bang and the tip of the pen was smoking. A clerk came in and said something about the chicken fights about to start and that the large man should go there because he was the referee. I grubbed the opportunity and run to the door.I fought my way out. It was very crowded and I kept pushing people aside. The men from the kitchen were chasing after me. I got to the door and managed to close them inside.They had a good grip on me but I hit their hands with the door. Then I started running like crazy. I kept looking behind my shoulder and despite the fact that I could hear them I saw nobody. I was running along with my dog that kept stopping to sniff and I was asking her to hurry. We got to a dark small grassy roundabout, in the middle of nowhere, and I tried to hitch a ride. A car stopped but it was filled with things because the people inside were going on vacation and they had taken so many things with them. Yet, they were traveling in a convoy with their friends. They said that there might be room in the next car. Indeed there was a very small space between boxes. I. and me squeezed in there and when they were about to close the door another dog jumped in as well. I told them it was not mine but they replied that there was no time.

Eventually I got back home. And it was not me any more. I was just hearing the story from M., P.'s friend. She was terrified that they would find her and kill her and that she would have to change her identity and go live abroad. She was also cautious about the brother. She went upstairs to make her suitcase and found him in his bed, sleeping. She told him off because she thought he was kidnapped. He said it was nothing.