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

*I live in Zasada and Melissa comes to see me. It seems like we cannot meet each other. George tells me what they used to do, that she was giving him a BJ and he was browsing some porn websites from Jablonec University. Then he is supposed to leave, probably to Australia and we are chatting in front of my house. It must be winter time because there is snow everywhere. George wants to catch a bus so I tell him to go to the bus stop near “mestanka”, but he says he will go to the bus stop near the “small” school. So we say hi to each other. Then I go to the bus stop near the Mestanka and see a man running towards me. Then the bus passes by and I run home. Suddenly, the man runes by me, stops at Fiala house and shout “Marcel, Marcel”. He comes close to the fence where a german sheppard is. He starts to hug the dog. The dog runs up a heap of snow and gets over the fence. I think that the dog must know the man, from how they are close to each other and greet each other. I think its Jara’s brother. I try to see his face, and he reminds me of Jara a bit. Then I get to our house and I can see that the drive way is all covered in snow so I want to clear it but the shovel is broken. I notice an old car, looking like “trabant” in our drive way with a little light on inside as if the door was open so I call on my mum that she left the car door pen. I push on the door to close them. After I take the red shovel and start clearing the drive way.
**I am melting chocolate on baking trays. For some reason it makes me feel really good. When it’s all melted and cold again, I put them in a small box.
***Behind my work place, where the entrance to loading bay is there is some dig being done as it is in reality. They are fixing some water pipes or so. Next time I walk there I can see worker filling the dig with sand, but in a rather odd way as if they were making something there. They put a bit here and a bit there. So I walk there and ask them why they do it that way. They tell me, that then the sand settles better.

I am captured somewhere. Its near London Bridge. It is a complex of various alleys and tunnels. I think I work there in a restaurant. There are people securing the place. I can see some manager chatting with the guard. I run along a wall and I climb over various balconies and jump over roofs. Then I jump down, where is another really nice restaurant with pillars everywhere. I can see sun shining through (source of light in my dream??). I want to buy an ice cream. I can see they do scooped or spined ice cream. But the scooped is portioned by scratching it off. They have blueberry one and a little bit of vanilla one. At least I think its vanilla ice cream, it looks like it but its strangely yellow. There is also chocolate one and I think to myself that they don’t have any ice cream that I would like. Then some customer asks the shop assistant something about different ice creams. The shop assistant says that they do have other ones, and points with his finger on the board with types and prices. There is one that looks like a ice hockey touch. Then I am going back, but its a long way. It goes through Tesco, particularly through the cosmetics section. I walk through and it goes to some big garden. It reminds me of Cambridge and the gardens they have there around the universities. It’s surrounded by high wall with a gate. Through the gate is coming V3S van. It goes slowly towards me, trying to fit through the hate and it almost hits a statue that is there. So I walk further and through the gate. There I see a huge care (I think its Caterpillar) and it’s manoeuvring very strangely around. Its starts turning around until he has one wagon in the front and the other at the back. Then I realise that he wants to pull both of them at once. I come to a place where are to forklifts in which one of them is sleeping worker. I try to sneak through. I am looking for something, I think it’s a box. Then one of the workers takes the box on the forklifts arms and then the whole forklift is lifted up by another excavator. Then I turn around and a kind of teddy bear animal comes to me ( I have seen it before in my dream). So I pick it up and ask the guy in the excavator how he can explain that a teddy bear can come to me like this. I tell him that I don’t believe in ghosts and some mumbo jumbo stuff. But he doesn’t know how to explain that. Then I return to the London bridge place.
**I am at work and we have lasagne for lunch. It’s flying of the counter, selling really well. Then Lione comes and we joke around and flirt. I am surprised because she never buys lunch. So we just chat about dancing and what we are up to during the weekend. Its seems pretty obvious that something is hanging in the air. Then she pays for the lunch and leaves. But she forgets the lasagne there, so she comes back in a few seconds.

I am riding a bike down the road, through some village. I am starting to recognize that place, but cannot remember exactly where it is. It just feels familiar, as if I knew the place. I am riding, without peddling, as the slope is fairly steep. It must be spring time as there are patches of snow every now and then and all feels really wet, even the road. I look briefly around and see just a few houses scattered around. Then I notice that the road is turning sharply right soon and after a few serpentines it goes up the hill again. Now I realize I am wearing a mask. The one that has been used in the movie "Scream". I am also dressed up in a long, black, loose robe. For a second, I get worried that it may get to the wheels of my bike. However, this thought is quickly disturbed by another person on a bike that I am overtaking. I just balance and he (I feel it is a man), and nod as a "hi" (interestingly not realizing how absurd a perhaps scary would that be). But as I look at him, I see he is wearing exactly the same costume as I have, only the face mask is much bigger. He nods at me. I notice the smile on the mask, thinking, how appropriate.

I go through the right turn, hearing and feeling the road metal under my wheels. I feel like I am rushing somewhere, but I don't know where. Here I notice another biker in front of me. He is quite far, but as I am getting close I can see more details. I am in awe!! The mask is so cool I am thinking to myself. It is mostly gray, plush whole body costume, with some pink parts, which meaning I don't really understand. That is about to change. As I get just a few meters away,
I recognise it is some kind of bizarre mixture of Eeyore and Piglet characters from Winnie the pooh! The whole body part is more like Eeyore and on the top of the head, there is a small Piglet one, as if sitting on Eeyore's head! I am totally amazed by this mask!!

Then suddenly someone on a bike passes by really fast, and I feel anxiety a bit, as I know that there is another sharp turn soon. The person reaches the turn and flies off the road. There is a big house, looking like a watermill. (I assume so as there is a river flowing right behind the house). Nevertheless, that biker flies right into the river, just where a huge water whirl-pool is raging. He is going to drown, I am thinking to myself. I am thinking we have to rescue him somehow, otherwise he is going to die, for sure. Then suddenly a huge rod with a hook at the end comes out of nowhere, pulling the man out of the water. There are some people around, clapping, humming that if I didn't call help, he would have drawn. I am confused, as I cannot remember calling anyone. It all happened so quickly.


The next dream: 4am
I am standing in front of a jungle. (I assume so, because of the kind of trees it is made of, not like in usual forest). I walk in. It seems that it is just a thin ring of trees, shielding a glade, from being seen from outside. I see a plane wrack, or something that at least looks like it. It looks like silhouettes of a plane, covered by moss and little trees, that must have been growing over for quite a while. I walk around, having the wrack by my right hand side. It is very peaceful there, just what you would expect from a place like this. Occasional sounds of birds and animals, echoing in the embracing silence. Then I go close. I climb up, on the top of it. Here, a man appears. Strangely, I am not surprised. As if I was expecting it. This man walks me around, showing me the place. He talks all the time, but I cannot understand (or don’t remember) what he is saying. We walk to the end of the right wing. It is all a bit slippery.

There is another man standing, waiting for us. It must be captain of the plane (!!!!). We start to chat, in a very friendly tone. He is telling me loads of things about the plane, the surrounding, as if he was a tour guide. Then he stops. He is looking at me, as if he expects me to answer to something he said. I look at him. He keeps gazing at me, so I start looking around for a clue, what could have he asked me about. I notice little windows on a side of the plane, through which I can see as if half naked women. But nothing specific, just some silhouettes or so. I look back at him. Hi nods and says… “yes”. Then he says they film porn in here. I keep looking at him. He starts laughing and asks me whether I want to see. (at this point I am falling asleep again, and my words become totally random ((damn!! :-D)))


The next dream:4:15am
Mk and I are in some camp or a cottage village or so. It looks like the spring village from the other day's dream, but this time we are on the top of the village, on the top of the hill. We are walking and chatting. It feels like we are going to explore the place. Then a group of people approach us. They are all young. It seems like they are on some school trip. They ask us if we want to go with them for a party, where they are going. Mk and I look at each other, make that kind of face saying “why not”, and we agree to go.

However, Mk says he needs to change his jacket. So we cycle home quickly. (I am not sure where we got the bikes, as we were walking initially, but hey, it’s a dream right?). Our house is somewhere in the middle of the ‘slope’ village. It is an old, cold house. It seems like my grand mum’s house I think for a moment. Then, Mk says he needs to “take a dump” (literally). I wait outside. I can hear him shouting something and laughing. 'Bloody hell', I am thinking to myself and laughing too. Then he walks out (from (as I now realise) a disproportionally small house) and says it stank so bad, that his head started to hurt! Well, I am laughing at it, obviously. :-D

We are on our way to the party. It's quite a walk up the hill. I think it must take us some fifteen minutes. The road curves up the hill, but we are taking shortcuts that cut right through, straight up.
When we get to the party, there are many people. We have to tell the security a code, which is “chicken fricassee” (!!!). Apparently, this is what is cooked as a main course there. The party is kind of boring, or old fashioned. It is in a huge village hall house. People are walking in one big circle to a rhythm of the music being played. We just stand there and watch it. Occasionally, we chat shortly with some random people. Then I wake up….

I am flying home to Czech Rep. I remember my way through the airport. I was very confused about the organization of the airport. It wasn't very busy, but I had to walk for long and through a complex labyrinth of rooms. I fly home to visit my grandmother. There is my friend Ivan sitting next to me. We chat a little, but I cannot really understand what about.
Next, I am in my grandmother's house kitchen. I can clearly see the room with all the details. It's a good size room, all toned to a light green color. I am sitting by the table on a funny, wobbly chair with a thin cushion. I sit towards the living-room, with the white and blue ceramic clock behind me. I see my hands (!!!!!) holding a cup of tea. The tea is so clear, it must be an earl gray (my grand mum uses water from a well. Anything the water is used for taste amazing). I see the cup in incredible details. It is a small, wide, white, ceramic cup with a line of little green leafs around. It is worn off a bit over the years of using. I can feel the warmth of the cup in my hands. I think I am there on my own.
Suddenly, I hear someone knocking on one of the windows by my right hand. It surprises me, because the kitchen is on the first floor. So I look there.There is a homeless man (I assume that from the way he looks). It is not a winter time, but I can feel that it is pretty cold and miserable weather outside. I stand up and open the window, but not the one right in front of him, just one or two aside. I see he is hanging on the parapet of the window. The homeless starts telling me a story.He is saying the usual story,how difficult his life is... I look at him but I don't really listen. (I saw a homeless man begging in the underground the previous day, but I was listening to some music, so I didn't hear what he said. It might be somehow reflected in this dream). As he hangs,he moves towards me. I can see his dirty hands with long and dirty nails. He is missing many teeth and the ones he has left are pretty randomly scattered in the mouth. I notice one massive tooth in the middle of his jaw. It takes quite a lot of space inside his mouth. I am surprised by this and think for a moment how that happened. (I think I was becoming lucid at this point). I am also thinking to myself, "come on spill out the story and tell me how much money you need". (this is certainly connected to the homeless guy in the underground the previous day. Even though I couldn't hear, I saw him carefully counting some coins in his hand and saying something. I thought to myself, he is probably saying how much money he is missing for hostel or something). Nevertheless, I am still wondering how could he hand or stand there.(I think I woke up at this point,and realized it was just a dream.Then I fell asleep with the intention of continuing in the dream lucidly).
I am in my grand mum's kitchen again. I look at the homeless still hanging there. I think for a moment, and then I tell him to climb in and to tell me his life story. He starts telling me the usual story. (I don't remember details of the conversation, but I was being pretty tough).
I keep asking him very direct questions about his situation, breaking through his excuses to show him that the causes of his problems is no effort to change them, that he is just feeling sorry for himself. In his story, he describes that he was held by Japanese soldiers(:-D) who wanted to pull out the big tooth. He is saying that he cannot learn anything. I am getting annoyed quite a bit. I look him straight in the eye and tell him. "Look, I am not going to give you any money, but I will give you the opportunity to make them". At the back of my mind I am hoping that no one will come in, as that would be quite difficult to explain what does homeless man doing in the house. Then suddenly someone is knocking on the window again. I look there and I see Ivan with his friend 'Filak, Fifka Fiala'. They ask me whether I go out with them, or if I go running. So I show them the homeless man. They say ok, with understanding. (what do they understand to??). I ask them if they want to go running with me as I am going between 3-4pm. The homeless man says "I fuck it", I look at him, thinking that he probably assumed he was invited too.
Then my grand mum comes in. So I start explaining the whole story, they just stand and listen. Suddenly, I feel a little bit anxious whether I catch my flight back to UK today. I am thinking, how do I get to the airport? I am looking for some brochure, but I cannot find any. I must take a coach, but what time does it go? Does it go today at all? I think it's Sunday! I must have an email with all the details about the flight, and maybe there will be details about the coaches too. I feel even more anxious.(I believe I have lost my lucidity around here).
Its 3:30, I am standing in the lobby of my grand mum's house. It is a large cold room,with stone staircase up to the second floor and down to the basement. It always smells a little bit funny in there, thought I have never been able to identify the smell,its just the smell of my grand mum's cold lobby.
I have to leave, so I excuse myself and tell everybody that the homeless guy goes with me. But I cannot see him anywhere. I look around. I am surprised. Then he walks in from the kitchen. I tell him something (I don't know what it was) and his face just all brightens up, with a real happiness. I stand there, staring at him, thinking, what the hell have I said that made him so happy? He also stares at me, realizing that what he heard was not what I said. (I don't know how I know this. It's just a feeling). Then he gets all upset, his body posture weakens. I ask him what happened. He looks at me, and says "I thought, you said you were going to make me a cup of coffee". I can see the disappointment in his eyes. Then, everything stops. I just realize how much it meant to him, that someone would care enough to make him a cup of coffee,that someone would even offer him,in my eyes such trivial thing. I am starting to feel bad. Not for not making him the coffee, but for being so hard on him before... (this must come from the interaction with my friend the night before. We talked about life goals and directions, and as I often do, I was being a little bit hard on her, just to push her to realize what it is she wants to do and not what she is expected to do. I does work in most of the cases, but it may not be necessarily pleasant experience. She told me that even though it was helpful, I should be more supportive. I think she has a point. So I thought about it quite a bit before I went to bed).

I slept really well last night. I was not "conditioning" myself to remember my dreams or to realize being in a dream when spotting something strange. Even so, I still remembered pretty decent details from my dreams.

I am at my secondary school in my village. I am standing in the ground floor class room. It is a large plain room with massive windows facing the street, right next to the headmaster's office. For this reason, I have always felt as if I was watched in this class room. But there is my brother as well. He is handling some plans. Even though I cannot see what's there, I know that he is planning to build a house. (In reality, he has already built one across the road opposite the school). The plan he is holding looks like an old vellum. He is talking to the headmaster. I am just watching the conversation, even though I cannot understand what are they saying. The headmaster is a big man, some 6'4" with great natural respect.
Suddenly, I realize I can see on the plan that my brother's house is going to be right next to the school. I mean some 3 meters away from the front wall. Then I notice there are no windows any longer. And there is the front corner of the room missing. Only a lager rough hole, through which I can see foundation of my brother new house. Just raw shapes made of red bricks. I am surprised (not realizing it's a dream though), and my surprise triples when a massive tube, made of clear plastic, made of several segments is being installed, interconnecting the house and the school. My brother is saying something in the sense, that he wants easy access for his children. I feel that I am standing there in disbelief. Yet, I have the feeling that the plans are still being argued even though those big steps are being made. I feel that my brother is trying to force the headmaster to sign the plans. (I love those feelings when dreaming, seems like such a nonsense yet feels so real).

Next dream:
I am walking up the road through the village "Hroba Horka", just above the sharp turn where the block of flats is. When suddenly a brownish dirty car (favorit) comes from the other direction, passes me and stops. Then I can see the reverse gear has been selected as the reversing lights light up. The car is struggling a little... It seems like there is some mud on the road. I cannot see through the dirty windows who it is. It is a cloudy day, so it might have been raining, thus the dirt on the car doesn't really surprise me. I am a little bit anxious as I don't know who it is.
The door opens and my friend Zbysek leans out, laughing as usually. I don't realize that the steering wheel is on the other side of the car. I notice some shadows through the windows, so there must be some more people. Event though I don't see who it is, I have a feeling that I know them. Zbysek asks me whether I want to join them as they are going for a party. I see that the car is already overloaded and pretty crowded. So I say I cannot make it, as I have loads of studying (this reflects my current situation actually :-D). Then he says, ok man, and drives off. I feel relieved.

In this dream, I live in a small uphill village. It reminds me of some strange merge of a Swiss and Czech village. Swiss for the surrounding nature and Czech for the structure of the village and the type of architecture. There is a curvy road running up the village and old houses scattered around.
I know that there is some sort of voting taking place. I am not sure what for. I remember getting an information (I think on TV) said by a man, that "there are two parties competing for our votes - Christmas and Easter". I am laughing at this in my mind! :-D thinking 'what a nonsense' (strangely don't realise it is a dream!).
I am walking up the street, when I notice a girl and a guy. He is wearing green shirt and a green some other green top over that. I see them running across the street, running into a house and then out on the other side. I am standing dumbstruck there, trying to make some sense of it (yet no dreaming realization). I carry on walking up the hill. I get to a village train station. There are several lines. One train passes by fairly quickly.

Then I am still in the village. There is Dustin, the dog we used to have. Small, sand-like colour, really cute dog. I remember that he always runs away as soon as he is off the dog-lead. We are taking him for castration. I think it has something to do with it. We are coming from the vet-hospital. I am looking at the wound. It looks just like a small white spot.

I am going to school, but I am dressed like a clown. I am wearing clown shoes, the ones with cured toes with a ball on the top. It is green and chubby. They look into my student book. I know that they should not do that.

I am in a large room, it looks like a hospital. There are curtains and a bed. They want something from me, but I don't know what. I am being tested with various tests. They find out that I have some serious heart decease, something similar to cancer. There is no cure for it as I have it for too long. Then Pavel Opatrny and Marek Hlavacek walk in. They ask me some questions, but I don't understand what are they saying. I go to Pavel's grandma then. There was Milka Havlova, the lady with one arm.

I go with Hlavacek and Danny to a shop with watches. I wanted nice and simple Seiko watches. They show me loads of shitty ones, plastic and funny colors. I refuse all of them as I know that I want nice watches. Then I see one, that looks really nice, but I tell them that I need some time to make my mind.

I am walking around UBS buildings. But it looks different. There are massive rooms with many desks and escalators. It must be at night as it is dark or dim everywhere. I am looking for something. I am looking in draws. Then I get to an area that looks like a play corner for kids.
I find a book there.

I am at work and there is Helen working with me today. I walk in to the deli from the kitchen and notice many people in the deli. They wear long coats and I feel that they are somewhat important. When suddenly, they walk behind the counter and start checking everything. They open the microwave and see scotch broth soup being defrosted with the plastic bags. the microwave is somewhere else than usual, next to the Jacket potato oven. There is a whole cooked chicken on the counter. Its all greasy and it doesn't look good at all. I am starting to feel anxious as I know that it is going to be a problem. I don't understand where is all that mess coming from, but it is not important. I think Hellen must have been doing nothing. I realize it is health and safety inspection. Then they go to the kitchen. I am not following them so I don't know what is happening there. Then suddenly Sharon runs to me from the kitchen. I see the stress and tension and anger in her eyes. She asks me where are plasters from the first aid kit? I am getting a little bit angry and explain her that Alfonso, the kitchen porter keeps taking the plasters all the time.

**** At this point I am starting to realize that something is not right here. We don't cook chicken in the deli bar. Also I see Emanuel in leather jacket and a hat. He doesn't work with us for long time, and he has no longer access to the building. With those things together I now know that it is a dream. I feel that I want to change what is going on. I don't have any specific intention, but I just want to change it.*****

Then suddenly all those people yell "We gotcha!!!" (apriiil). And they all start to wish me happy birthday. I see all those birthday crackers firing. They explain to me, that it was just a birthday prank. I look at my manager telling her with my eyes that it is not my birthday, she understands and tells me with her eyes to be quiet.

I am inside of a huge cathedral. It seems its just being renovated. I walk upstairs and walk out to the balcony. Its a huge balcony. There I see some paintings of large doses filled with food. I am admiring it greatly. Suddenly, I realize I still have long hair. I ask if they could heat some food for me, as I got hungry. There is some dark dude...

There is some cooking competition taking place. They are all cooking soups.
I couldn't find matches. Then I see a beautiful black girl, but there is also some black guy, just showing off, wearing some red see-through t-shirt. They go together.

I run to my grandma for some food. On my way, I see the black guy again. I know that he is well known trouble maker. He drives a yellow truck with a front crane. He drives quickly by and flies off the road into someone's garden. He jumps out of the car and starts swearing. I laugh at it and hide in a shadow. When I came to my grandma's house, I see a small shit in front of the house. And then I notice I have stepped into it. Its all over my shoe! Grandma says that its nothing, and not to worry about it.

I was sitting in a pram with George. I see a long pontoon, next to which there is a small cottage. I start jumping on the boat. It creates huge waves. George and I are watching it with fascination. The sky is gray and cloudy and its raining with coming storm.

I am at the bottom garden in CZ. I think I am there with Marek's friend Tomas. Then we appear in a forest. It looks like close to the sky slope in Zasada. There is a big rock and we are looking at it with interest. We are looking for a spring. Tomas has a hammer and a chisel. There is a black random line on the rock and Tomas starts hitting it with the chisel and hammer. The rock cracks and water starts squirting from it. I also start hitting a stone and a large piece of rock falls off. Suddenly, loads of water starts pouring out.
I am back at the garden. Its getting dark and I am getting ready to go to sleep. There is a bed, for the times when someone sleeps outside. I jump into my sleeping beg. There is a brown straight piece of wood. Tomas asks me to pass it to him. But I didn't do it. I didn't want to.

I am renting a flat with George. He wants his new girl to move in with us. I am quite surprised as she is not looking very good. She is quite old, has a belly and big nose, but she is a very nice person. So I didn't say anything.
I am standing in a big field next to a motor way. I am investigating there something or looking for something. There is Mike, the security guy from work. I have a argument with him. I cannot remember why. I see some tanks and planes coming there. There are also soldiers swimming. They want to occupy the place as something happened there, I have a feeling that it could be related to UFO. I am just watching it. Then I leave the place and go a bit aside.
I go back to our flat, where is George and the girl. We have a baby to look after, but we don't pay much attention to it. The baby craps itself and George's girls is going to change its nappies.

M&M and I are going to a gallery. As we get there, we can see many people painting on the canvass. those are not any concrete paintings, ore of a modern, geometrical shapes. Its a large, complex building. Those people seem to be from the street, random people just being creative. It seems like a class. Then, some lady comes in. She is a professor. She advises these people how to paint it better and how much it can be sold for.
Then I see a girl painting some squares. The professor comes to her and tells her to paint in lines from the right top corner to the opposite one. This will make it look dynamic. She starts to pint in to the girl's painting and totally changes/destroys it. The girl is just watching it, all upset. The girls pulls out some money and gives it to the professor. it is £40 or £55 per hour. The girl was there for about 3 hours. She tells us that she comes very often.

I am sorting out some notes with bank account numbers.

We cooked too much bacon at work, so I am thinking whether it could be frozen. However, I am worried that it won't taste good when it's defrosted and heated up again. :-D

It is summer time. My brother and I stand behind our house in CZ. There are large fields with some kind of herbs or spices beyond our house. We have a small tractor with massive tanks for watering these plants. The tractor has jets for spraying the water at the plants. My brother had similar one. We are racing now, going right to the other side, where we have to refill the tanks. As I look at the fields, I see many of watering jets all over the field. We fill up the tanks. I ask my brother if we are doing it right. The tanks are green with aluminum arms holding the jets. My brothers ensure me that it is all ok, so we go back.

I am behind our house again. I am there with my sister. She is going to do some gardening too, but keeps running away all the time, as if to get something. She plays some music in her room and leaves the window open, so we can hear it.

I am sitting in the fields, when some man comes to me. He is wearing a long coat and a gas mask. I have a feeling that it has something to do with "black death". There is a small person under a heap of leafs ready to be burned. The man asks me whether he should burn it. I say that no, that its ok. (!!!)

I go to a shop with plastic models made by Rewell. I want to choose one, so I go through it. I picked a tank. It cost £68 (exact amount???). I queued for quite long. When I got to the cashier (young lady with long hair and glasses) she saw me looking for the price, so she told that its not the final price as some other components have to be bought with it. So I told her that I need to think about it for a while. Then the girl offers me to purchase a kite. It has many different colors, and it is very cheep. It only costs £1.20. So I took one.

I am behind our house again. There is my brother with me too. We continue watering the plants. We use the water from our swimming pool, but its being filled up at the same time too. We chatter about it. My phone keeps ringing all the time. I look at my watch and notice that its on the other wrist. It is early in the morning 7 or 8. I am fairly surprised as it seems like midday because it's pretty bright. Then everybody leaves. I have a feeling that they go shopping, or they go to water plants somewhere else. There is my grandmother too. I tell her that I will send her the file soon. (??) My grandmother and I have filled in some file in MS Excel. It contained names in time (for centuries). Then I went to see my friend O. Skrbek. He starts to apologize and explaining some matters, although I don't understand what is he saying. He says that he ate some bonbons in some lawyer's office. I remember that he always had plenty of everything. I tell him to open a store with building materials, and that I can write the welcome board for him. (!!!!) ( I am falling asleep again at this point, therefore there is less and less logic in the story)

My friend MandM and I are sitting in the tube that is just going outside from the underground. I look out from the window and see a highway running along the train line. Suddenly, the train slows down significantly. We look outside of the window, to see what is happening as I have the feeling that always when the train slows down like this, it is because of some accident. Outside we see parts of another tube train. It's all torn apart. I see many people picking up all those parts. We are chattering about it. It raises anxiety feelings in me.

Guys (MandM) and Pia decided to go to see some performance.
The theatre is somewhere far. I tell them that I will get the tickets. I take baking trays (!!!) which i think we need for it. I filled the washing basin with water and put the trays into it. (:-D) Pia's tray is all messed up and greasy! I get a little bit angry as the water for washing gets all messed up. Because of this we are running late. As soon as I am finished, I run to buy those tickets. Now I am in a camp, with loads of tents and stools. I know where to go. I come to one of them, where I see some notice boards with writing on it. The writing is saying "if you buy the tickets within 34 minutes, you are still going to make it" (this is very strange, as usually numbers and writing in dreams are impossible to read!). I got the tickets. These are also train tickets to get to the place where the theater is.
The train station is right next to the camp. It is a massive final station. I can see many super fast trains there. I look at the tickets to see what platform we are going from. I see that the performance is called "Questions" (reading again). I remember trying to find the best date and time for us to go. With the girl who sold me the tickets we agreed on Friday the fifth. We run to get our train. It is Easy Jet train as I can see the colors and logos on it. However, as we get close to the train, the door shuts and the train departures very fast. I see us standing there at the station, feeling confused and surprised as the train was not supposed to leave yet. I realized that we could get there by some other train that goes the same way. I run to a group of the people who clearly work at the station. I'm telling them that I am not happy with the service as we still had 34 minutes. Firstly, I argue with a nice young girl, but she doesn't know what to do. So now, quite a big buy with ginger hair comes to deal with it. He tries to sneak out of the situation. Finally, as I lose my patience, I ask him if we can use the ticket in another train, because they are useless.

Then we all are at some arena or stadium to watch UFC fight. Even though we are sitting pretty close we cannot see much. The fighters are fighting like girls and even of it I am not able to see much. I feel disappointed.