mickeyle

my uncle wanted to kill me. i jumped out of the balcony. i somehow realized its a dream and started flying, then falling again so i holded on what i could. when i looked into the windows around, there were familiar people inside.
i was lying on the washbasin with my legs in the bath, somehow straight. i was falling asleep.
two brothers from the king of shamans. the older gave the jounger one a skull, the jounger patted the head of the older one with it and turned his clothes to a drag.

(somehow, after beer my dreams are often clear, just like today). i went to shool, it was near. we went into somekind of theatre, there was suddenly panic. (this part is a little blurry)
it turned into a hospital, i was assisting patients as usual. i went downstairs and found a weird elewator, the kind builders use. it fell into the underground. someone saw me and said i wasn´t supposed to go there, they were going to kill me.
i was at home, the rooms were old and country-styled. people around started dying. i realised a bit later that i got a virus on me. car chase. my driver complained he doesn´t have license yet. i washed in the green river, because i was planning to sleep outside. i returned flying, because the house itself started to fly. i had to find things that i was wearing. i did so and burned them, since it was inside i closed two doors behind, although they were already starting to burn. everyone waited outside on a grassy field in some barrier because they´ve thought the enemy had a power to contol the fire.

i was on a boat. it was a nice sunny day. i wondered how many years has it been, since someone last cleaned the toilet there. there were traces of a woman, who probably lived there long ago.
we were in front of a big greenhouse. looked more like a church from glass, except there were trees and plans in it.
i was inside as a spectator. it was a big castle room, the people looked noble. one man with a beard came to another, much junger one while talking. he sturted choking him. when that didn´t work, he stabbed him with a stick or a knife and pushed him down. the others started kicking him.
the murderers were on a tropical island, having a barbeque party, no longer dressed nobly. one of the ghosts of 2 of their comrades, whom they probably killed on the way, wanted more cheese. he had big glasses.
meanwhile, the victim woke up (all bloody) and dissapeared.