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.

P. was pregnant.

I think it is really odd how I can remember so many details from my dreams during the first minutes when I wake up but they disappear from my mind within the time it takes me to make something to drink and sit in front of the computer.

Last night I saw that P. was pregnant. His tummy had become round. We had not questioned this strange occurrence. We went to a pharmacy and they gave me a strange instrument for my wisdom teeth. It looked like a small tool used by tailors to remove threads, one that looks like a small fork, with one "tooth" sorter that the other. On the top of its edges it had two small colourful orbs. I think they were red. I placed it in my mouth as indicated. I could not really talk with it in there and decided to remove it. The bloody thing was stuck. I pulled forcefully but it felt as if I was pulling my teeth along! I managed to take it out and observed that the orbs had disappeared. I thought it must have magnetized the core of my teeth. The pharmacist's assistant said that these instruments were obsolete because they did not do much good and on the contrary, they could damage teeth. We started talking about P.'s pregnancy. I was wondering how and when he had obtained a uterus. He said he hadn't, that he had become pregnant just like that. The assistant agreed with me that there could be no pregnancy without a uterus and suggested that he went to get an ultra-sound so as to see exactly what was happening in his abdomen. In the mean time the assistant was opening boxes that contained the previous instrument in various sizes. He took out a particularly long one and he said that it was a means of contraception and if I would like to test it. I declined the offer and stayed there sitting on a white chair. A group of girls came through the door. One of them was not feeling so well. We started talking and found out that we had all been working for S.- my last employer in Th.- and that we all had a leather bag, made from scrap pieces taken from this shop. They all looked different as each of us had made it in our own style. I remember a big dark blue bag and a red and yellow one. They all looked good.

Later I saw I was walking on the street and dark was falling slowly. I was walking by a wide road and there were bushes and something like a small park on my left hand side. I think I was heading towards my sister's. I passed outside a large building and went in. There was a large central open yard. It was very crowded. There were dozens of hipsters sitting all around. I decide to linger and find out what this place was. I am not particularly fond of neo-hippies but it did not feel that exclusive. I started talking to people and they informed me that they were living all together there. It was a squat. They did communal dinners and spend time together. It did not seam so bad, at least not as bad as it sounds. I decided to spend some time there. I started talking to a writer. He said he wrote theatre plays. He asked if I would like to see one of them on stage. I said I would. I promised to go back and I left. I was walking towards my sisters again when I saw a big crowd gathered opposite me. It looked like a chauvinistic demonstration and I wanted to avoid it. I think I went back to the previously mentioned building but I could not find any of the people I had been talking to. I was waiting for them.

That is as much as I can remember.

factory of oddities

I saw I was working in an office and I resigned. I found myself invited for an interview in one of the most bizarre places I have ever dreamed of. All the scenery reminded me of the charming, dreary old London. I got into a big room with a desk behind which a woman was sitting. I was feeling nervous because there were more people sitting on a couch opposite her. She had some dossiers in front of her but no c vs were visible. She asked me what I had studied and I explained, mentioning that my current practice involves more painting that sculpture. She looked discontent and said she did not know if I would be a good enough painter, not having studied this subject in a school. I got irritated and started explaining that my studies were not exclusive in sculpture and that I have also studied history of art and been in various workshops, until I got angry and questioned her ability to judge. The people on the couch gave me approving looks. Then the appearance of the space was completely different. I was in a bigger space, siting on a couch. The women I used to work with in my previous job were sitting beside me. There was a young man at the desk. While he was asking questions I felt more and more sleepy. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I think I must have dozed off because I opened my eyes and I saw that I was sitting next to a middle-aged man, with white hair, going bald, and reading glasses. He was supposed to be my previous employer. I asked if I had fainted and he responded positively. I said I must be anemic but I knew it was something else. I thought I might have been dragged. It was a very odd place anyway. I did not know what kind of job I had applied for but the walls were painted in vibrant colours and there were bubble gum and lollipop stickers everywhere. All employs were dressed in beautiful dark blue coats that were similar to the one I am usually wearing but they also looked like doctor's coats. I got up to see the interviewer because I was sitting on the far end of the couch and there was a pillar in front of me. I could hear people saying "well done, Gr., you will be the one to take the job." Indeed he asked me to return the next day at ten o'clock in the morning. As I was leaving I remembered that I could not do that because I had my final exams on this date and time. I tried to find somebody to ask to start working the day after. I spoke to a woman, to whom I explained that I had finished with all my studies but that I had to go through these exams so as to validate my degree in my native country, as well. She gave me a look of discontempt. I said I could be there by noon. She thought about ti for a little while and gave me the permission unwillingly. I left.
I had to return in the afternoon because there would be a get-together party for the employs. As I was approaching the place I met my sister. I wanted to go buy some noodles and she was also going to the super market. I suggested that we went there together, later and that she joined me for a pint in the pub under my new working place. She was reluctant at first but agreed in the end. We went inside and sat on a small table The place was not particularly crowded. A couple of people I was supposed to have met earlier approached us and asked if I had finally got the job. We left to go get our noodles. It was a nice neighborhood with big houses with loan and hedges on the front. Luxurious old black cars were passing in the road. One took a sudden turn and I pulled my sister towards the pavement. As we were walking we met some Korean girls we knew, that were also attending the party later. We all went back together. One of them was wearing a blouse with a very open v-shaped neck that went all the way down to her tummy and a striped black and gold tie as a brazier. I made a comment on this.
My alarm clock went off at 8 o'clock. I saw all the previously mentioned between that time and 8:05 when it went of again.
I turned the snooze function off and went back to sleep. I saw I had left the previous place and I was walking down a more Mediterranean looking street. I met a girl that despised me in high-school. She bragged about her fathers new restaurant and since we were standing just outside she invited me in. It was a massive building, as big as three three-room apartments in a row. Apparently he had bought a few shops, joined them and made this monstrosity. I absolutely hated it. It looked so fake, ordinary, cheap and out of sync with the rest of the area. I could see bits and pieces of the older buildings and was wondering what twat of an engineer had designed this stupidity. It was shinny brown with lots of wooden massif doors.
This is as much as I can remember so far. After a while I was waking up, describing my dream to my self and sleeping lightly again, until I decided it was time to face reality and get out of bed. Crap.