The black Samurai

P., me and an unidentified guest were at our apartment and about to go to sleep when we were attacked by a ninja. He terrorized us and chased us round the house. Then he laid down to sleep on the couch and we took his katana and killed him. He looked more like a medieval samurai than a ninja. He wore black, a big helmet and an armour that was very wide on the shoulders, so as to look gigantic.

The dead samurai was lain there on my couch, with his helmet still on and the sword protruding perpendicular from his chest. We were still in the dark but we thought of checking out the window to see if any of our neighbours had seen something. Strangely, and despite the late hour, everyone was there. The people who live in the apartment right across from ours had a lot of guests in black suits and frocks, who were sitting as if in a theatre balcony but appeared to be looking somewhere further to the left. We leaned outside our balustrade to see if there was something that pulled their attention. At the same time we noticed there were people on the balcony right above who were also attracted by the same spectacle. It was a film projection on the wall of a tall building. It had no special interest for us so we jumped over the porch and climbed to the attached construction.

The guest transformed into I., a dude I was fond of some time ago, and we found ourselves in a vacation house with thick lawn. He pulled a chair and we sat there, side by side. He was talking about something extremely interesting but I have forgotten what it was. I kept thinking I wanted to do him and the tension was building up nicely. And then I woke up.   

we did not get to the carnival

I was with my friend M. in my dream. I had visited her at her house where she lived with her brother and her father. We were sitting and smoking in the balcony. I had to go inside and when I was returning to the porch I saw I was not wearing something from the waist up so I put on my purple coat and moved towards the door. The brother interrupted my course and I was annoyed because this meant I would have to talk to the father and I did not want to do this. The brother told me that the father had said that he owed me something he actually owed to my parents from a long time ago. I replied that it had been so long that it no longer mattered. Two friends of M. came over and we decided to go see the carnival parade because it was night time already. Then we were walking on the street among other people and fires were burning in barrels at the pavement. I was talking to one of the new girls while we were holding hands. She mentioned something about sister Berta( a nurse from a book I am currently reading). I woke up.

K., P. & S.

I dreamt I was staying with K. and his new girlfriend for a few days. I haven't met her but, in my dream, she was very nice. I cooked for them and we had a meal on the porch. We made a lot of jokes and we laughed a lot. Then we took the plates to the sink and they went to their room. Later we were walking at a pier and P. was there too. P. and K. were wearing the same outfit. I think it consisted of a t-shirt, a cardigan and- that I remember clearly- checked trousers in shades of pink. The girl was wearing something matching and I knew I had the very same clothes in my closet. I thought it was a fortunate coincidence that I had not put them on this day because we would look absolutely ridiculous. I remembered that I had seen P.'s parents dressed exactly like this. I made fun of them for looking so similar. K.'s new girl mentioned that the sex they had on Sunday was better that on Saturday.
Next I saw that some of P.'s friends, from P., had visited us. We gathered in an old storage place to smoke. It was a dimly lit room with an old sofa in the middle and closed boxes on the walls. Somebody asked if K. had been a god boyfriend to me and if there was anything that I might want to let the new girl know. I said that people's behavior varies according to their mates. I went out and when I came back in the company had changed. New people had arrived and others were gone. It was my turn to smoke so I stood next to the person holding the cigarette. He turned and I saw it was S.. I reached out but he bypassed me and gave it to a fatso that was sitting on the couch. I protested and we straggled a little. Eventually he gave it to me and we started chatting. He was trying to kiss me but I avoided his mouth because I thought P. was there. He was there indeed, on the couch, but he was not looking towards us. S. asked me what would I do if he tied me up, threw me on the floor and screw my brains out, as the rumor has it. I tried to be discreet and tell him that this was neither the time nor the place and that we should meet another time so that he can keep this promise. Unfortunately, just then I woke up. :(  

Mass suicide

I had this dream of agreeing to commit mass suicide. P.'s visits to the hospital were not for his hurt leg but for chemo-treatments instead. Yet his hair was intact and he seemed to be doing nicely. His parents and sister and her fiancee talked us into killing ourselves. We would all fall from a cliff. We would start by crawling on a protruding tree-trunk and when we got half way across it we would just let go and fall.
The time was coming and I decided I didn't want us to die, so I said so to P.. I told him that his folks  can do as they please but that I thought it would be wrong for us to fall and die. He agreed to live and said that he had to inform his parents for our decision because in this case they might want to live too. I was not so sure if I wanted to provide this sort of information to them.
I also saw that I was trapped in a building, which is a reoccurring theme in my dreams. As always the building was massive and overpopulated but I can't be more specific. My mother might have been there. I don't know.
In another dream I saw I was with P., his sister and her fiancee. They had come for a visit but we were not at our house either. We might have been at a summer resort. They brought us food and wet clothes. I gathered all our food supplies to make plans for the days to come and I saw I had been making a rocket salad everyday for a few days, but it was not eaten, so I kept it and made a new one every new day. We also had raisins, lima beans and other pulses. I spread all of them on a blue metallic table and I accidentally mixed them. I was sitting there by the fiancee, whom I am not particularly fond of, I had hacked into an ATM and I was using it as a television. I had purchased new leggings and they had some unexpected decorations, bellow the foot, and I was chewing them off.  I was wearing them at the time so I had to have my uncle near my mouth. In this posture I was looking at the ATM and occasionally making small talk with him. Despite my negative feelings for our company I was having a good time. Everything was peaceful. Then I was inside, talking to the sister. She was telling me that one day she had become very tired of working in the lab and that her fiancee had picked her up and they got married in a small chapel. I told her it sounded nice and she asked how was it nice, as if she was not impressed by anything. I told her it was kind of romantic.
I opened my eyes and saw that it was time to get up. My old, faithful alarm clock broke and the one I am using now does not have a snooze option, so one can't pledge for five more minutes of sleep. I think that for my name day I'll get me a new alarm clock. I like alarm clocks, as objects, although I am not happy to be waken up. I think alarm clocks look nice.      

Iamvlichos

"Iamvlichos used to be such a small village, with just ten people at first". I do not know the rest of  the story because I woke up. My bladder was very full and I couldn't trick myself to go back to sleep.
I dreamt of dogs. I was with P.'s sister, who was feeding crisps to them and I was afraid that mine would attack the others to get all the food. I also dreamt that I was going to a summer resort with a scooter that, in order for it to work, the custom was to place a huge rolled banknote on the back of it. When I got there- it might have been Iamvlichos (like the philosopher Iamblichus)-I was all alone. I was wondering what to do with the scooter, until I decided to take back my money since nobody would know or see anything. Later, or right afterwards, I heard the voice of a female news-anchor say the phrase with witch I opened this story.