tiny cons

I dreamt I came back home and my dog had taken my pencil case with all my markers and she was chowing them on the floor. I was chasing after her to punish her and teach her not to be a little thief but I could not touch her. I was very worried because I know that despite the fact she is a very good dog, once she puts something in her mind it takes more than one effort to convince her that she shouldn't be doing it.

I also dreamt that I was at the school were I teach. I had taken more classes than I wanted and they had also signed me in for lessons with another teacher. I was going down some stairs after the bell had ringed and I was asked by someone to go to my class. I responded I was a teacher and they looked at me with gaping mouths. I walked into a room in a basement and I saw lots of students fooling around. Apparently it was a lavatory that also functioned as a game because after you went in there and did your job there was an indicator above the door with a score bar and an amount of things you would win on your way out. I tried to go through a blue door but they told me it was for boys and that the ladies cubicles were the red ones. I also noticed there were small silver and gold signs with little boys and little girls urinating. I waited for my turn when a tall boy pushed me aside and went in instead. I waited in front of the next door but when it opened I hesitated as I heard some girls making squeamish sounds. I looked inside and it did not seem particularly dirty. I also observed it had a cafeteria counter attached to the door and that this is is were they served food. The dish of the day was spaghetti bolognese. I went inside and closed the door behind me. Once I was enclosed I realized the space was too small. In order to sit I had to squeeze by the sink and the wall. I hate to touch the surfaces in such spaces. Further more when I approached the sink it adjusted its height automatically making the space even smaller. I could barely move in there so I just went out. I heard the secretary say that she had her own loo. It was the seventh in the basement. It was time for me to go to my class, not to teach but to attend. I found my professor, who was in my age, and we started talking about films and book and we had a great lough. Apparently we would never have a proper lesson but we would spend our time chatting. I did not mind that one bit since I had not applied for this my self in the first place and furthermore the other student was always sleeping.

Then I saw I was on a ship. There were a couple of miniature con-artists. One of them would transform into an object and this was how they committed their frauds. It was not a big ship. It looked like a pirate wooden sailboat. Something went wrong and we started sinking. We were the last ones on board and we climbed up the highest mast when the vessel started falling forward. I told them to jump and swim as further as they could so as not to be pulled inside with the ship. We fell in the sea and I grabbed the hand of one them and pulled him out. He pulled his sister. His hand was so tiny. We swam and got away. Then we were getting on another ship and in order to avoid paying two tickets the girl transformed into a beautiful coral necklace into an old biscuit box. I told her brother to be very cautious not to loose her and that maybe he should hang her from his neck.

I woke up. I looked at P. and saw that we were sleeping in the same posture; tummy side up and with our arms above our heads. He also opened his eyes and we got up.

Alien spacecrafts

Yesterday I saw I had gone to work at the magazine. When I entered the office a cute new man was sitting on the desk next to mine. Nobody was working. They were talking about people getting the sack and wondering who it would be. Eventually it was the cute one. He was not a new employ but he was working in another office which is why I hadn't seen him before. I was wondering why since he did not look stupid or slow. I was actually thinking that it should have been the illustrator instead. He always looks so bored and half-arsed. Personally I think he is a rather mediocre illustrator as well. I can't remember much but I think I was talking to him asking him how he felt about having lost his job. He was sitting on the floor in front of a door. HE responded he did not care much because he wasn't particularly fond of it anyway.

Last night I saw three dreams I can remember:
In the first one I was at the loo, looking at a postcard while having a rather moist shit. There was a window from which I was looking out at the city below. Suddenly I saw a big chunk of a tall building falling down. Then a whole floor got detached. I called at P. to come and see. I thought it was being demolished. Then another building came down and another and another. I started wondering what was going on; if this was the result of an earthquake and if it would reach us. It was approaching so rapidly I was expecting to feel the tremble at any point now. It never did come that close though. Then we were out on the street with P. Helicopters were flying above us and various other spacecrafts. They were supposed to be the hidden state aircrafts, only to come out in case of terrible emergencies. A very large one that looked like a massive toy spaceship passed above us in a very low height. Its bottom side was flat, it had an almost triangular shape and it was in Lego blue with red and yellow lines and lettering. I could see it very clearly. It was throwing fire balls randomly. We became very alarmed when one shot hit our building. We even thought for a little while it was of alien origin. We run back inside. I had become increasingly worried because I had realized that my sisters house was in the disaster area and I was trying to reach her on her phone, that was dead. Most communications were off though, and so was the television and radio networks. I was thinking of walking there but the hazard was too high. I also had this strange conviction that if something seriously wrong had happened to her I would have felt it. I hoped she had moved. I thought she would had told me if she was moving but on the other hand she might have managed on her own and maybe now she was too busy to inform me about anything. I was trying to learn where exactly the disaster had taken place. I met a girl I used to know and I asked her if she had any news. She told me there had been a revolution and that the state had decided to drown it by demolishing the place where the protesting people had gathered. She said that the first spot they had attacked was exactly the street where my sister lived. It was turned into piles of debris. Tears filled my eyes. I went up to my apartment. Next to us was a clinic, now filled with injured people and others looking for their missing relatives. They were also trying to open our door and come inside to use the bathroom. I passed by them and asked them to leave. I told them it an apartment and not a public loo. A woman pushed me aside but then she said it was too dirty for her to use. I saw it looked really old and it had turned gray. The floor and walls were chipped as well. Eventually it was morning again and in the light of the day I felt sure that my sister was safe. If anything had happened to her my mother would have known and consequentially she would have informed me. I woke up. Head ache. I straitened my pillow and went back to sleep.
I saw I was with my mother and sister in a large square, having coffee. My mom had to leave and I walked her to the bus stop. I was explaining to her the bus route and indicated at an approaching bus. Accidentally I got on as well and it started moving. I wanted to get off and go back to my sister because I had asked her to wait for me there. I had also left with her a leather bag I had made for sale. The bus was going further and further and it would not be easy for me to walk back. Eventually, I got off and started walking back. I was further than I thought. I was asking people for directions but they contradicted each other. I had to pass through a strange atrium of a tall commercial building. Then I had to hurry because I talked with P. on the phone and he said that we would become the god-fathers of our dog. I had to hurry to the airport to catch the first flight if I wanted to be there in time. The dog would have to be wrapped in white towels and be still and silent so as to travel in the plane. The pilot was very co-operative which is why they had to catch this flight. I was bound to be late so we had to fly separately. I met an acquaintance of mine and asked him to give me a ride to the airport. His car was parked outside a large house on a hill, in a suburban area. Some other people, friends of P.'s cousin were on the same flight as me. We all sat together at a compartment with six seats. One of us got up to go get something to drink. A stranger came to take his place. As he was about to sit down I told him the seat was taken. He sat anyway and looked at my with a rather crazy stare. We understood he was mentally disturbed and asked a stuartess to help us. I woke up. I thought of laying there just for a while.
I slept again and dreamt of my friend Ei. We were in their home town, at the top of some stairs about to go down. We were talking about leggings and tights and then I started telling her about my first dream. P. woke up and got up. I asked him for a cup of cocoa and I got out of bed as well.

Captain fox

I saw I was involved in a battle with magical perspectives. When it ended we rewound time and got back to the point when none of this had started. I found myself in a classroom. I felt peculiar because since I had all my memories I didn't really have to be there, neither I felt younger than my teachers. I was in another class, sitting with friends when their teacher came in and asked me to go to my class. I asked her if I could stay there but she said I would loose an important lesson that would help me manage bills in the future. I thought it must be maths and that I liked that so I started walking towards my classroom. When I got in I saw a mathematician I had in high-school that would come to school with a hang-over and never taught during the first hour. He would sit on his desk with his head on his hands instead. I did not fancy spending an hour in his class. They were always rather dull and he did not say much, most often he could not solve the problems himself. I got in anyway and took a sit. The classroom resembled a basketball court. Something happened, a fight or a mild violent incident between some thugs and a bulgy mentally impaired child. The teacher sorted it out and then we all had to tell the boy with special needs that he was all right and that we loved him. All the students were standing up, making group hags. I could not participate even if I wanted to because people were blocking my way. When things started to settle down I saw that a french friend of mine, L., was there. She had a bag the future me had made. People were looking at it and I thought that I should modify their memories because it would be years before I made this object, so it could become fashionable at that point. I stopped talking to a girl that was standing next to me. I told her I was sorry but I had to modify some memories. I started staring really intensely at the girls that were looking at the bag bu ti could not tell if I was succeeding. We took our seats again. I saw in the back of the room a character form an anime I've been watching lately. The more I observed him the more he looked like a fox. As I focused on him and was starting to decipher his characteristics I woke up.

I. made a huge pile of poo

I dreamt I was working for a theatre company. There were a lot of people I didn't know and I didn't really like either. I had made costumes for them from a blue gauze that was also part of the scenery. It was not much to speak off. The set was this plain piece of fabric hanging from the low ceiling and their clothes were like ponchos. For the final rehearsal I bought orange gauze so that the actors can separate from their environment. I also had some ideas to augment their appearance and make it more interesting and associate it to the parts. I went there and they did not like my ideas one bit. They said they were used to what they had so far and that they wanted to keep it as it was. I did not want to work much for them so I did not insist. I left soon after that. Then I saw I was with P.who had agreed to play a part for another play. We were supposed to be in London but it did not really resemble London as I remember it. P. left before me and I would go find him later. I left the flat with the dog. We got in a bus and got confused and missed our stop. By the time we got off the dark had started to fall. We were at the wrong side of the river and I did not know exactly where to go. I asked some friendly girls I had met on the bus and they gave me the general directions. I crossed the river and got at an industrial area. I saw somebody I knew and I went to speak to him. I. wanted to poo and she made a huge pile of dung on the pavement. I was looking for a plastic bag to collect the poo but could not find it. A man with African origin passed by us with his dog and offered me his poo-bag. I smiled at him and as I reached for it I saw my bag in my pocket. I thanked him and showed him that I had found my bag. Then the person I was talking to said that there was P. and pointed to the crossroads. At first I could not see who it was that was coming towards us but as he came nearer I saw it was indeed P. He was on the phone and had not seen us. I called his name out loud a couple of times. He saw me and came nearer. He was all dressed up for the part with a white renaissance shirt and his face had make up on in the style of Louis vi. I woke up, too late to go to my morning work and be back in time for the afternoon one, so I stayed at home and took my morning easy.

Poor Inuki

For some strange reason we wanted to take another dog, exactly the same as the one we have, black, half-blood pit-bull. The new would be six month months younger. We did not know what to do with the one we had already so I took her to a museum. I left her in the middle of an exhibit. They had an exhibition of small installations that looked like contemporary window installations for commercial shops. I thought she would get some proper care there. Then I saw I was with my old flat mates and we were cooking. Pasta. I was making the sauce and I left the onions almost uncooked but they did not complain. I also put too little food in one of the plates and then I struggled to make every portion even but still one was constantly smaller. I added some red sauce and tasted it again and this time it was just fine. In addition to this the amount of food had increased significantly. I shared it in to three big vessels and put a lid on each one to keep it warm. One looked like a traditional wooden steam cooker, one was enameled and the third was plain plates. I was late for work so I left. When I got to the office where I was supposed to be working I saw it was transformed into an Indian telephone company. I was waiting for some time for somebody to ask some questions and by his answers I understood I might be unemployed again. I thought it was not so bad and that I had my second part-time job anyway. I was walking down a street of my home-town where my mom used to have a shop when I came across the museum where I had left the dog. The outside looked also like a commercial shop for clothes. I went in and found the dog in a dreadful condition. She was skinny and she had lost most of her hair, trembling on her thin legs. I called her name and she responded. I hugged her and called P.to tell him that I was bringing her home and that it might be all right to have two dogs. He came as well and we were cuddling her, hoping that the new dog would not attack her because despite the fact that it was younger she was so maltreated that she was weaker and smaller.
I woke up thinking of a tune by Fugazi, half an hour later that I was supposed to, but I think I'll just say "..uck it" and go to work when I am ready.