L.

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.    

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.      

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. 

Super-powers

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.   

Cuddling

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.