Gangsters

I was at a house that resembled my mother's and I was about to leave when we heard loud voices from the outside and the gangsters crushed in. I was exactly by the door so I stuck to the wall and hoped that they wouldn't notice me. The last man that came in saw me. I looked at his face and averted my eyes instantly because I thought that if I don't see his face, none of their faces, they might let me go since I will not be a threat. I whispered "can I go?". He said that even if he allowed me there were more thugs outside guarding the place. I peeped and saw that there were, indeed, two more punks watching over the front door. The gangsters bullied us. The head of the clan looked like a young Al Pacino. He brought his face really close to mine to scare me. I made eye contact only for a second and then pleaded again "Can I go?". I have a small gap there but then, I had left this place and I was walking on a busy street and it was nighttime. I was trying to get as far as possible. A car pulled towards me and the driver was S., a dude I fancied some ten years ago. He was not very tall but with very broad shoulders, dark eyes and sideburns. I got into his car and we made out.
Later I was at a dingy bar when he called me. He asked if I was at home and sounded astounded when I informed him about my whereabouts. He said he was at the gym and that he would be late. I was cool because I did not really want a relationship with the guy, snuggling with him was enough, but he had insisted. I saw his car parking outside the window. I leaned forward and saw him. We were still on the phone so I asked if he was outside. He came in with a female friend of his. I asked him why he lied and explained I did not care for a commitment. We parted.
Then I was at a stadium but I am not sure if there would be a music festival or a sports event. I met some acquaintances of mine and they told me that S. would be there too. I decided to avoid him because I was a little hurt, not because he left me, but because he had been lying to me. Everyone went inside, cheering, and I was left outside, alone. I walked and found myself again near the house with the gangsters.
I think I also remember something about cooking, but the rest got lost while preparing coffee and getting dressed.     

The shadow girl

I was with a woman for whom I would do some work. She had a shop with an attic, where we went. In the attic I shaw a dark figure larking in the shadow. There were a lot of boxes and other old furniture so it was easy for one's eyes to play tricks but I knew I had seen movement. The next time I went up there, despite my suggestions, her little girl followed me and got caught by the shadow that changed places with her, but only I could see it. To everyone else, even to the mother, nothing appeared different but when I looked carefully at the girl I saw that she was a zombie in the color of shadows. I wanted to help her change back so I tried talking to the mother. She had noticed differences in her child's behaviour but only saw the zombie face after close scrutiny. Yet, she did not care much as long as she still had a child. In order to save the real girl I had to convince the dark impostor to lead me to her through the attic, but she refused. Unfortunately, my dream was interrupted by my dog's barking.
I went back to sleep and this time I was the victim of the villain in my second dream.
I think that it all started at my mother's house. She was not there but my father was. It was morning and I was broke, so I was looking around in the house for change. I found some odd money and then under a piece of paper I found a fiver and some coins. He came near and I hid the money. I led him to the back yard where we would have coffee. We sat on the table and my grandfather and my old teacher of sculpture, F., were there too. I had left my dog at the neighbor's roof and I was worried about her, so I asked them If I could bring her to our yard. I called for her and waited. The neighbor's children came to the edge and looked at me. Soon after I heard her running and then she jumped down to come to me.
Latter, I was at a train station and I was carrying a green bag made of synthetic fleece. It was oddly shaped and I had trouble holding it. A woman approached me from behind and suggested that I empty my bag and leave it at a counter near by to be fixed. I told her I had a lot of things in it that I could not carry in my hands and she offered to help me. I was suspicious but somehow she convinced me to store some of my things at her house. At the next moment I was left alone in the middle of a city I had never visited before. I did not know how I had got there but I was vaguely aware it had to do with the woman's advices. I was looking for an office of some sort, or a shop, but I had failed to find it. I was at a crossroads not knowing where I was or where I had to go. I wanted to get to the woman's house to take my things. For a little while I panicked. I was totally lost and alone, broke and with no way to contact somebody. I searched in my pockets and found my phone and this made me feel somewhat more confident, so I decided to explore. I was walking around in the empty streets of this, otherwise beautiful, place and I took a route that would lead me higher up a hill. At some point I looked up and saw that the balcony above my head had filled with water and looked like a fabric, or a balloon that was ready to burst. I crossed the street and examined the whole building from a distance. My first impression was that it had just been built and that it was yet uninhabited. All the verandas were filled with water and the ceilings were hanging downward, about to break. I thought that it must have been because the mechanics had forgotten to add a drainage system. I also noticed it was raining a lot, although I did not feel wet. Then, through a window I saw lamps and furniture and realized that people must have recently moved in there.
I kept walking and eventually I got to a more central part of the town where I met my sister. I asked her if she would like us to go out together later for a drink, but first I wanted a coffee, although it is not a habit of mine to drink coffee so late in the afternoon. We walked together and got into a club. People were dancing to psychedelic trance and I was a bit off-put. I saw my friend D. with her boyfriend M. and thought that I might return to meet them later. For the time, I avoided them and passed to the next room. My sister and I agreed to go home first so that I could leave my things and then return to this district but first she wanted to wee. I stood outside the toilet and waited. Two long-haired guys that looked like students and a girl were standing in front of me and one of them asked my name. I thought he was talking to somebody behind me because his eyes were focused somewhat to my left and further back. He reached out with his hand and I realized it was me he was talking too. I made small talk and tried to explain that the large pillows I was holding were my work. They lost their interest soon, as expected, and left me alone. My sister was taking too long a time and I took my phone out to call her but could not find her number. I decided to look inside. A wave of people came outside, as if they were evacuating the building. I looked again and saw that there was a large empty room and on the opposite wall there were many doors that led to long corridors. People were coming out of the corridors as if from a water slide and there was my sister with her roommate M. . She told me she wanted to stay because M. had told her that now was the best time and that later it would not be as much fun. I was tired and disappointed and really needed a coffee and somewhere to leave the things I was carrying. I thought that I would prefer to sit at a small, rustic, corner restaurant I had seen. I woke up.         

Cooking contest for Fine Arts

I was participating in a cooking contest that would ensure my acceptance in the school of Fine Arts with a scholarship. I was supposed to have gone through the same process a few years earlier when I studied sculpture. Things were different than I remembered. For example, in the past there were post-its  everywhere with instructions on what to do and what was prohibited, all the meals had to be cold and the participant would only present one dish to the judging committee on the final day. Now we could use the cooker, no description of our scopes was available and we would submit one dish per day. The first few days I was just walking around, not even getting in the room where I was supposed to be cooking and taking advantage of the general slackness. A tall, overconfident, boy was constantly bragging. To sat him up I mentioned that I had already completed a few fine art courses. On the last day I decided to do something spectacular. I thought that since I had presented nothing yet I could only make a cake to reach to the judges' hearts without having to prepare a full meal. I was inspired but a mini croissant. This was my answer; I would make a huge croissant covered in milk chocolate that would taste supreme! I took my sister and went to the supermarket and there we got lost.
I don't know if I ever completed the cake but I do remember finding my sister. Then I was on a train with P. and I., our dog. There were many small children around and although I.was calm I was afraid that one of the little ones would do something to piss her off and she would react violently. We got off the train and got to a porch above a garage. P's friend A. appeared. Bellow us a car parked and a woman got off. She was about to take some shopping bags from her trunk when I. went after her. P. was also there but he did not seem to be aware of the danger. I. had turned into a boy with a muscly hunch-back, a striped sweater, a neck as big as a tree trunk, and large claws. She looked very aggressive and was moving with big paces towards the lady with the bags. I was frightened and amused at the same time by the scene. I tried to call at them, at P. to restrain the dog and at the woman to get in her car. I. went close and made a growling sound. She looked funny indeed with all these muscles and on two legs, although still with the basic proportions of a dog, and a green and blue striped  jumper. The woman fell back on her car but I. did not go any closer. I had completely forgotten her name and could not call for her. I woke up.         

Friends

In my dream I was still a student at the university. At the beginning I was at my mother's house, in the living room with the blue couches, with my friend M.. She committed suicide by taking poison there on the couch. She had no clothes on and she fell. I was amazed by my lack of feelings. I was annoyed by how untouched I had been by her death. I left her there and went to see my mother who was working in the basement. A lot of time passed before I informed her about the corpse upstairs. My mother suggested that we called the deceased's folks. I led her to the dead body, that had been by now covered with clothes and objects randomly left on the couch, and I showed it to her. At that moment it stirred and came back to life. I embraced her and started crying, although my feelings were still a bit shallow.
I packed my bags and went to school because I was to meet an old friend, E. ,whom I haven't seen for many years. I was in the studio, waiting, when my friend I. showed up. I called E.and she said she would not make it because she was fucking. I got angry with all of them. I had no reason to get angry with I. but somehow I did. I started putting things back in my bag. I.would also leave and we could take the same bus but seeing me so pissed-off she hesitated to ask. I did not mention anything either because I thought that we could walk separately but we might meet at the bus stop and travel together. I left my blue calendar behind.
Before I left I wanted to go to the loo. The toilet had big glass windows with curtains but they did not provide adequate isolation. In the corridor I met a dude I knew from primary school although we had never been friends. I asked him in a manner that did not take no for an answer to come with me in the toilet so as to block me from the view of passers by. I almost pushed him inside, made him sit with his back towards me and put all of my things at his back. A woman nocked on the door to ask what we were doing in there. I explained the situation and she left us. I tried to wee but nothing came out. The guy turned his head towards me and I asked him not to look. I took notice of his feet and commented on the fact that they were really small, like girl's feet, just slightly bigger than mine. He said that they were truly small for men's feet. I kept moaning about my friends and how they kept betraying me, even the one that died at the beginning of the dream, why had she chosen my couch to die on. Eventually the dude turned towards me and we started talking about friends. I still could not urinate. He flushed so that the sound of water might help me. I said that trying to pee without touching the toilet seat was very hard, especially with an unfamiliar audience. I put some toilet paper on the seat so as to sit on it but still not a drop. Somebody knocked on our door and informed us that we should leave the premises because  an anti-terrorist group would scan the building. I made a last, fruitless effort and got outside. I almost fell on the leader of the group. He was a man from eastern Asia. He opened my backpack and found a big bag of flour I had bought for my mother. He asked what it was and I said it was flour. He sliced the bag open and put his tongue inside. I seriously disliked that. After verifying the content himself he let me have it. A woman took me with her in the kitchen to purify my flour with a cool machine that used  the centrifugal force. It was interesting to look at. She also gave me candy, since we were in the kitchen.
I took my things and got going. Nobody was there to escort me to the bus stop. I walked by my self and I was hoping my friend I.would be waiting for me. I woke up with an image of a baby's head whose hair resembled small flowers and looked like a drawing by Quino.     

D.F.

I dreamt that it was christmas and an acquaintance of mine, D.F., whom I am very fond of, had given me his shop to sell my things. I had done fine but moments before I closed I got robed. I did not loose all my money though, thus I could repay him. I called him but our conversation was interrupted by pauses, hence I was not sure about the place where we would meet. I did not know the town well enough either  but I met my friend E. and she would help me. We were walking around and I had my dog with me. We passed by a bar where we met the guy's sister. She said that to get where her brother was we would have to get some means of transport. We continued walking until the dog got tired and I had to carry her. We were a long way from home. I saw a large and complex, cutting edge design, bridge that would lead us close to our destination but my friend did not want to go that way, which was why we continued walking underneath it. We came to a vacant square and then she understood where the bridge led. By the time we met D. it was very late. He asked how it had gone and I responded that it had gone well apart form the robbery incident. I understood that he expected me to give him a percentage of my earnings as some sort of rent. I was alright with this but did not know how much I should give him. I must have waken up. I had plenty to drink last night and my sleep was upset with a lot of images, but they have all left my head by now.