Save the Books!

I dreamt that I had taken lot's of my personal items at my place of work. My books were at a library in the shop. When I was away on Friday the little girl there scraped off the backs and wrote false titles with a blue, ball-point pen. I got angry and scolded her in front of her mother and a friend of hers. I told her that what she did made me very sad and that it was a very bad thing to do. I was infuriated and decided to leave them but I didn't want them to know until it was too late. I started packing and I had some large wine glasses. One was regularly ball-shaped but two others had a distorted wavy shape, as if they were squeezed. As I was washing them I noticed that the one was tilting on its base but it was not broken. Then I fell asleep and I was invited to go out again. I also saw that my boss was against books and I wanted to say that the bible is also a book of fiction. I washed my knitwear and some stitches had come off. The washing line was too high and there was a large rose-bush  behind it. It was night.

Zombie apocalypse

I dreamt that I was selling yarn during a zombie apocalypse and these two were related. We were storing our friends that turned like fabrics in plastic baskets. They were very thirsty and I know because one scratched me and I knew how zombies felt. I also dreamt that I was with P. and we visited a circus on boats. There were boats for children. We got off ours and my i-pod fell in the water. P.zapped it with his phone and I grabbed it. It was still functional. In another dream I was a teacher at the last day of high-school and there was a party and I would be the supervisor and I was having a hard time convincing the kids not to drink or damage the school. Then everyone left and an ambulance brought an old patient whom they stored in a vacant classroom. A child was late and I tried to convince it not to look at the injured or dying man. My needlework was there on a pile of things and I wanted to put it in my bag but I was afraid people would think I was stealing.

Thug life

Yesterday I dreamt that I had participated at an exhibition and sold two paintings. Then I was chased by professional assassins. Then my dog was flying in big in elliptical shapes.

Last night I saw that I was with my friend D. She had a big camera and wanted to have our picture taken. She trusted the camera to a random girl that was passing by. The girl looked like a wealthy tourist so it seamed like the right person to ask for help. As soon as D. turned her back the girl started running with the camera. I saw her leaving before anyone else because I was the only one facing her at the time. I instantly started running after her but she got in a taxi. I focused and saw the license plate. I kept repeating it until I got to my friends and wrote it down. We found the taxi in a garage, in a dirty, quiet alley. We went inside and after following some badly-lit corridors we found the culprits. We attacked them and beat them a lot. I grabbed a small man and hit him so much he lost consciousness. I traded him for the camera. We left this place but I was a little bit worried that a) we had started a gang war and b) that they would file charges against us for hurting them so badly. I woke up.

Right-wing terrorist attack

I just remembered; I was at a hotel with P. and another couple that I suspect that they were P's sister and her fiance. We were given a room for four and as we were about to unpack there was a knock on the door. A large man with a large floozy for a girlfriend were paying us a visit and inquiring about our political beliefs. I pushed them out. The fiance wanted to meet them but I yelled at him to stay were he was because our visitors were criminals that had not come over to have a discussion but terrorists that forced people to go on their side. The bullies tried to get through the other door, because the room had two doors, on the same wall but with some distance between them. I tried to push that door shut as well, but the second man kept it open with his foot. I pushed and pushed and managed to lock them out. After a while I checked through the peep-hole on the door and saw that they were not there any more, so I went outside to have a word with the hotel's manager and ask why he let guest get terrorized like this. Instead I just talked to the concierge that was just as shaken as me. This girl led me outside. It was night and a convertible car was parked right in front of the gate. She suggested that we escape with it. I returned back inside, to get P. but saw my company leaving the room and carrying our suitcases. I asked if they had packed my stuff too and they said they had. I checked my luggage but could not find my dog (a plush hush-puppy I sleep with since I was a toddler). The hotel thought there was a bomb in our room and a woman pulled a switch  that was on a nearby wall and the contents of our room exploded and transformed into a single block of something that looked a lot like styrofoam. She gave it to me and told me that the essence of the dog was in it, but I still wanted the real one.
I was very sad and confused. I woke up because I got my period.

Bitches 2

    I was working at a bar, or I had gone there on business, it is not clear. The bartender was S. and G.E., a tutor I had in uni., was co-owner. I was talking to S. and I trying to make him interested in me. My laptop was there and when other people approached the bar I got on Facebook. G.E. told me something about how my photos look troubling and that this is why I am not popular. He pointed out a few better ones. I asked for a cigarette and his advice on increasing my popularity but he left without giving any substantial advice. I asked S. for a Pina Colada in a paper cup because I had to go.
   Then I found a dog. It was beautiful. It was tall and dark-grey with blue eyes. It followed me home and I let it stay until I figured out what to do with it. I went to an apartment with P. I think it belonged to his friend M. We were cuddling in bed when P. told me he could not go for another round. He had a very funny expression on his face and looked like a duck. We decided to leave. I presented the new dog to him and asked him if we could keep it. My other dog I. was sitting on my other side and said that the new dog was very clever. They seemed to be doing fine.
   As I  was collecting my things I thought that I should go downstairs and take a few books. I would need them for a tutorial I would give. I remember talking and saying "girls, we should take some of the books".
   I was on the street, walking among a large group of people all of which were girls and most of which I knew. The new dog turned into a girl who told me her life's story, how she had left her house and she had transformed into a dog. I complained that we should have taken the books and she said she would go as a dog to take them.
   The dream ended.