Tomas's DJ - "Exploration of the inner Self"

*I am at some construction place. It seems like there is some supermarket being build or so. At one point I can see thick metal wires going up from the ground and it could be some 30 meters high. Around each of them are spined two plastic, orange pipes with holes as if some DNA model. I return to the place later and those pipes are already drowned in concrete. The construction must have progressed greatly. I am there with someone else. I am not sure who it is, feels as an old friend. I am on the top of the concrete block and I can see the pairs of holes to the concrete where the pipes were. I think it must be some kind of ventilation system. We are thinking of throwing something in, but because we don’t know what is it for we don’t do it.
**I walk down a long street, and there are many small houses along the street. I don’t think I live in the house where I am going, but I go there because of some pictures or painting. I remember that I have been there once or twice before. There are two girls waiting for me there. It’s a nice modern house but for some reason it feels like it has been build really quickly. I walk up the stairs made of light wood which are turning 180 degrees. There is a huge sliding glass door leading to a kitchen. The kitchen is nice and bright with a wooden floor. I look right and see a small room at the end, some 15m away... so I walk towards it, I fell thats where I need to go. I enter the room, its small room looking like an atelier or so. There are the two girls. I always bring a few canvases and these two girls paint some painting on it for my flat. One of the girls is my sister. There is also some Brazilian girl living next door and she is making eyes on me, but my sister and the other girl say that she is pretty easy. She asks me to go for a coffee with her. She also says that she lives somewhere near Sheffield, which is near German borders. She says she will call me.
Then **I walk down a long street, and there are many small houses around the street. I don’t think I live in the house where I am going, but I go there because of some pictures or painting. I remember I have been there once or twice before. There are two girls waiting for me there. It’s a nice modern house. I walk up the stairs made of light wood which are turning 180 degrees. There is a huge sliding glass door leading to a kitchen. Then I turn right, which leads to a small room. The kitchen is nicely bright with wooden floor. Then I entre the small room and I always bring few canvases and these two girls paint some painting for my flat. One of the girls is my sister. There is some Brazilian girl living next door and she is making eyes on me, but my sister and the other girl say that she is pretty easy. She asks me to go for a coffee with her. She also says that she lives somewhere near Sheffield, which is near German borders. She says she will call me.
Then I am in my sister’s room in Zasada, but it is mine now. I think I am ill and my sister offers that she paints a picture for me. Then I go to sleep and when I wake up I see that she painted on the wall. I admire those paintings because it looks really well. On the left of the Window that faces our green house, there is a really good painting of a stylistic giraffe. It is partially like robot; with its head down as if through the window and its head is in between the window and radiator. I really admire how good it is. On the opposite wall there is some abstract painting. It is very colourful, yellow, orange, blue, and green. But then I think I go to sleep again or walk out of the room. When I wake up or come back to the room it’s all different and it surprises me greatly. So I do reality check, just in case, I look at my hands and both thumbs are to the right. So I realise it is a dream!!! And my mom walks in the room. And I am so excited that I tell my mum “Mom I am dreaming, I am dreaming!” ( I am very excited about it). I tell me sister to continue painting....and I wake up.
***I am at some area that reminds me of Berany. It’s a hill with a road running in serpentines up the hill and a running and cycling race is taking place there. There is my brother and my father with me. We tease each other about the race and my father suggests that one of us will race. We have to let the bike tune up and it takes approximately 30 min. When I come back, it looks like my dad is going to race as he already has a number on him. I say that I want to go too, so he says I need to go to register in the office. I walk there but the lady says that it’s too late now even for the run.
Next I am running up the hill so I can see the race, but there I see two men in some Viking suit running up and down the hill in a kind of fight. The one that is at the bottom of the slope throws his wide, undecorated sword at the other one but misses. Then the one high on the slope throws his sword at the bottom one and hits him in his ankle. I don’t think they notice me. As I run I pick up one of the swords but drop it a few meters later. The two warriors notice and run after me. I keep running and because I know the place I lose them. I am running very fast. As I run I also pick up a green blanket (???) but also drop it. When I return to the bottom of the hill, there is my dad without the number and he tells me that he raced already. He says that it was very difficult. We are going home, we live in a little house nearby and there are two huge stones in front of the house. I still have a feeling that those warriors are hunting me. I slide between the stones. I am wearing jeans and jacket and as I slide through there is something that looks like pea & ham and it messes my trousers. But I think its ok and it washes away easily.