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Meeting

I'm at a meeting, I'm sitting at a long table with many roughly middle aged people talking. A man say something in a pretty normal, unemphatic voice and a translator starts saying the same in a weird language. Apparently emotional facial expressions convey meaning in the language, since she is shifting from a happy face to an angry one and everything in between. The man say something again, just as unemphatically, and the translator start yelling in an angry way, spouting out syllables and bangs her head on the table. She finishes the sentence going trough grief to a disgust.

Someone asks if I mind being there, not knowing anything about what is going on and I say I don't mind. Apparently I'm just representing some organization so that both have the same amount of representatives. The person talking to me is the cook and he says the food is going to be late because of some problem with equipment. There is cheese frying in the kitchen. I offer him some advice and then get up to help him with the food.

Industrial Forestry

Something happened before this, I don't remember what, and then I'm walking with someone on a road next to a forest. There is a complex of buildings around us, it's a university campus, perhaps. We notice that some of the trees in the forest next to the road have been cut. A bit further there is a huge industrial machine cutting away all the trees from a patch. It cuts a whole row at once and tows them all in to a container. I say I didn't think they would be this far. I was planning to show the forest to the person I'm walking with, before it's cut.

Game

I'm in a computer game. The game is really easy and I'm at the end, but there is a final boss who seem pretty big and strong. It's a rpg type game and I spend some time tinkering to get to an optimal position for the match.

Moldy bread

I'm making bread. There are five pieces left and I use four of them. I notice that the last one is moldy. I throw it away and ponder whether I can eat the other ones. I don't have anything else to eat at home.

First

I'm in a city. There is a bridge over a road, and a man standing there. I tell him about how weird it is, in my mind, to use the second person plural to indicate politeness in singular. It causes one to use less polite forms in actual plural.

Second

There is a news story about a friend of mine, who has compared the image of the city I live in to that of the city where I was born. There is a picture with very similar details in both cities. I'm in my city of birth now, in a rural area. There is a mansion that belongs to the family of a very old friend. The lights are on and I wave, but secretly wish that I wasn't seen, I have something I should do. A car pulls in and I hide behind a tree.

It's the owner of the house, and some other familiar faces. I come out from behind the tree and greet them. The friend say something with a weird accent that I don't understand. I ask him to repeat a couple of times, with no luck. We go inside and most of them go upstairs.

I decide not to follow, since I have something to do and I don't understand what the owner of the house is saying. My intention was just to say hello anyway. Downstairs in the kitchen I talk for a while with a girl I used to know in school about my efforts to get elected in Australia. Apparently it's hard since I'm not Australian and don't live there.