International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Vesterguard's Dream

29-08-11 Fragment. I think Puffin is flying around in circles above me. Someone is telling me that they need a person or a swallow to increase the chance of success. Might be Celia of Weeds.
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I am picking up a coffee table for a family friend (or family member).

It is not that big and it has to get loaded into a truck. I am loading the truck in my grandfather's drive way trying to make everything fit. The way I do this is by both using a side opening and the rear.

Think my grandfather is talking about a guy that both him and Steen are afraid of. Telling me that I am packing it all wrong.

I tell them to get off my back as I am trying to help, besides I am pretty confident I can make room for all of it.

I notice the coffee table we have just picked up has some severe scratches from transport.

They keep bitching about my packing skills and I tell them I will kick their arses if they don't lay off, which they don't. I run towards them, they flee inside the house and downstairs. The stairs are wider than normal and where the toilets are.

Besides this there is a thin yellow brick wall securing that no one falls down and the wall behind the stairs is covered in mirrors. They keep running from me so I pick up a big hammer from just outside the door and know one of the bricks out of the wall and throw it downstairs.

I break some table and make a mark in one of the mirrors and I think to myself that it might be tricky replacing that mirror in the position it is in. I feel sort of gleeful for this.
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I am lying in my bed in our new flat in Japan. I want to.. ehm.. please myself, but my mum is calling me that food is served. I know before my sister tells me that it has meat in it.

I do stop to think about sushi alternatives without fish (?) but sort of forget about it again.

“But mum, it has beef in it”. It doesn't matter my mum say, though it certainly matters to me.

She brings the pack of food up to my room and on it, it says: “Vegetarian, with Beef”. This of course I find utter ridiculous, but also wonder briefly if it is some sort of tofu solution.

My mum or my sister tells me that she is already late, and that she may in fact have missed the public transport.

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There is a guy in my room, or I am in his and he tells me that he has an electrician coming over because there is no juice in his lamp output.

I look up and it looks like the one in my ceiling, though this is neatly attached to the wooden ceiling.

I plug one of those screwdrivers in that will tell you if there is current, which I find there is. I tell him there is plenty of juice, but that he must have done something wrong.