Egypt in France

I was in London. I saw that I was working in the studio. It was a fine morning. I was working on an extra-large desk when my eye caught a book or a magazine about Egypt.

I left the studio to return back home and take care of the dog but I took an alternative route and I started climbing a mountain with thick vegetation. I passed under heavily hanging wines and I came across a couple of tourists that were staring at a shallow hole in the ground that was covered with something that looked like cement. It  had something printed up on it and they were wondering wether it was an ancient scripture. I informed them that the material was contemporary and went on with my scroll. I walked and walked and it was all very interesting, although I can no longer describe it in detail.

Eventually I got on the top of the hill and realized I was walking on a pyramid that had been transported to Europe. I also realized that I was no longer in England but that I had accidentally crossed the borders and that I was now In France. I started panicking. I had no idea how I had gone there, I could not retrace my course, I did not have my passport with me and the whole place looked so unfamiliar. I could see the pyramid behind me but all around I could only see the pointy beams of a large, industrial bridge. It was turquoise and white but I could not tell where it led. 

I decided that there was no way I could find my way back on my own. Furthermore I was aware that I was surrounded by water and did not really understand how I had got from England to France on foot. I took the widest road and got to the boarder. There I found an official with a thin mustache and old-school military clothes, like a prototype from an old film. I asked if he wouldn't mind if I explained to him my situation in English because I was too stressed for French. He was very helpful. I started searching in my bag for any documents in English but all I could find were the ones I have in Greek. There was also a woman there. She was full and around her fifties. I did not know what she was doing there but she kept butting in and she seemed eager to figure out the way I had taken to cross to France so as to barricade it. 

The official looked perplexed and asked me to fill out some forms with my personal information, since he could not understand what was written on my identity card. He asked if I had any money for accommodation and I was delighted to find that  I had my red wallet with my ATM card with me. I was really worried about my dog that had been alone for so many hours and I wanted to call my partner to let him know that I would be late.

I woke up. The sun had rose but I had another hour until the alarm clock would start beeping. I slept again and dreamt of blue paper flowers with petals that flew in the wind when one blew at them. 

Cows

I was looking out  from my window at a little house on a prairie. All the colours were brilliantly saturated, as if Bob Rosh had made a great effort to work with the cleaner and crisper blue and green. In front of me there was nothing but grassy fields and where they finished there was a lake and in the middle of it a small island with cows. One of them got into the water, swam to my shore and came to my window. She was more curvaceous than a real cow and she had a broad grin and innocent eyes. She came to my window and I petted her. I was worried for a little while because I did not know how my dog would react but nothing happened. This cow was completely white. I leaned forward and saw that the skin on her back was like a human's. Then I thought I should take the cow back to her rightful owner. I would swim there hoping that she would follow me. Another cow appeared but this time it was black and white. I was about to start swimming when I woke up and I have the feeling there are a few things I can't remember. 

Prison visit

Αt first I saw I was at a big, open space in front of a massive building. I was standing on my own in the middle of it. I thought it was the parliament and that a chauvinistic demonstration was taking place. I thought I could see people passing in the distance and I wondered why there was no other sane person there to scream against them. I started yelling things against fascism. Sometimes my voice was loud and sometimes it faded, as it usually happens in a dream. I continued screaming but I was alone. I was afraid but I felt that I was doing the right thing. I could sense the crowd approaching but I could not really see them. On occasion I could see movement through a yellow mist. Then there was another girl where I was standing. She had big, fluorescent, green eyes and was slightly taller than me and stout. She was distant but not against me. She stared at me with those exceptional eyes.

I didn't move but instead of the parliament I was at a prison yard. The majority of the prisoners there had not committed crimes. They were either people who participated in demonstrations or people with debts. Thus it was customary that many people visited them, even if they did know any of them personally. I was there like this and I met my friend I.. She said she was broke and I gave her a fiver. We walked around for a little bit and then went towards a fountain at the centre of the yard. There were more people we knew there and among them was my sister. We were having fun and we took off our trousers and left them with our backpacks at the fountain. We were both in our panties now and started walking around. We were a funny looking couple in our underwear, with blazers on top and classy umbrellas that we used as canes. We looked oddly old-schoolish. We followed a female prisoner down an alley and she went inside a workshop that was partly underground, so that the windows were at street level. We peeped through them and saw that it looked like it had something to do with fashion design. There were voluminous books outside of it and we wondered if we should look at them, or if they were somebody's personal work.

As we were discussing on this subject the main entrance of the building opened and some officials came in with new prisoners. We run to hide form them.

Then I was alone and I was following a large policeman. I hit him and screamed at him but my hit was too soft for a man as bulky as him and he replied with a stupid remark. He went through a door and left me outside. I started walking towards the main block when I saw that the rest of the prisoners had gone inside and that now dodgy women-prisoners were outside. They looked heavy and they all wore orange overalls. I raised my chin and got on. They did not move aside for me to pass and neither did I. We rubbed our shoulders as we passed by each other. They turned and started walking by me. I understood that they thought I had gone there to steal somebody's girlfriend but I told them I had no intention of flirting and asked about their sex lives.

I think I met my friend I. again but I don't remember anything more from this dream.

Then I saw I was working on my sewing project with some lovely grey felt fabrics when the sewing machine blew a fuse. It was the third time I had pressed the snooze button of the alarm clock and decided to get up.      

No Oyster and Chrysa

I saw I was going to London, to enroll again for my Masters course, and I did not have a passport or an international id. I got outside the airport, took a deep breath, and thought of adding some credit in my ouster card. It was at that point I made the previous realization, because I did not have my old oyster on me and I decided to get a new one. I did not have any id photos either, or the papers I would need for the university. I went on walking in a London that is not very similar to the real one but that I have visited a few times in my dreams. I visit London often this way. There is a bright London and a dark one. Now I was at the bright one that has wide streets, cool colours and is slightly futuristic in its design. 

I was about to meet someone but I thought that transport would be a great deal more difficult without an oyster card. I did not cross my mind that I could buy single tickets. I considered asking my mother to get my documents translated and sent to me, except that this sounded like a recipe for disaster. Eventually I took the decision to go back and do everything my self.

I must have been back because the scenery changed, although I was in no place I have been before. I was walking on a street, again, when I came across a man whose face seemed very familiar. I thought that we might had met during the shooting of a film. I walked a lot around a neighborhood with wide roads and tall, sepia coloured buildings. Then I met my friend J.who was with a girl I know but that never talks to me, Ch.. J.invited us to his house and then he left. At first she did not talk a lot but then we started chatting. She told me she had also had an operation to remove a fibroid recently. Hers was 51 cm in diametre. We talked about it for a while and then she told me that in the hospital she had seen a pair of girls that had drawers stuck in their anuses. She said that while they were waiting they looked perfectly cool. They were just sitting there, playing backgammon. I kept thinking that she was not such a bad girl after all and that maybe we could hang out together. 

The alarm clock went off. I woke up.    

Outlaw adventures

In that dream I was with my sister. We had developed this kind of super-powers and in the process of learning how to control them we found ourselves with two corpses. We tucked them nicely in a couple of totes and left them at some corner until we could figure out what to do with them. Among our other powers we could prevent the passage of time so I felt sure that the carcasses would neither deteriorate nor smell. The house were we left them was at the outskirts of a small town, at the top of a hill. I remember the landscape and the wooden porch on which we stood. There were a lot of mountains surrounding a small valley.

Something must have come up and we had to go. We passed by our mother's house and then she left on vacation, leaving us there in her house. We decided to go back to our place but we couldn't because the machines had risen against us.  Wherever we went the electrical devices and technological achievements would change their shapes so as to look as if they were staring at us angrily. We could not use the ATMs, or the toaster and when we tried to go underground the pipes changed their formation and looked back
at us with hate.

We were starting to get rather disappointed when we remembered of a creature we had met that despised money and technology. Maybe it could be an example for us so as to learn how to travel with this sort of limited resources. I looked at it telepathically. It resembled an amoeba and it changed its colour from red to blue and then yellow. It also looked like a big round bottle with a beak. It was a very funny-looking creature. It moved around and communicated like a peasant in an old disney cartoon. It was on a dry, edgy mountain side and it had got a couple of wheels with which it turned itself into a scooter and got moving down a stiff path.

I wondered if, now, that  we had been missing for so long, the corpses would start to decay and smell. Perhaps it would be for the best not to go back and go on living as outlaws.

The alarm went off, bringing my back to my warm little room, terribly thirsty and begging for five more minutes of sleep.