Task of the Year for 2011, Casablanca, 30-35 minutes
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, 01-08-2011 at 11:38 AM (489 Views)
The dream starts with someone explaining something about 'offside-shootings'. I am watching a document, and my view shifts into it. I am now walking with a camera in my hand, filming a man that steals a car. He throws a dog that was in the car off the car, somehow the dog ends up in a big rubbish bin. I go to the bin and film the dog. It looks sadly at my. I start backing up. An old woman appears and helps the dog off the rubbish bin. I walk for a while. A police officer has stopped the car thief.
I walk to the car. "You already seem to have several cars so I guess it's okay if I confiscate your car", the officer says to the thief. "Sure, I'll just take my stuff", the thief answers. He takes a packet from the car. The commentator says that theres a gun in the packet. I and the police officer get in the car. I look at the thief. He is curling his fingers like he would be pulling the trigger of the gun.
We drive off. The police officer asks if I want to drive (or then I asked if I could drive). Anyway I agree. I am now driving the car (I don't have a driving license), though the wheel is on the right side of the car (like in the UK). I see a police car. "That will lead us to the police station", I say to the police officer and follow the car. It turns to someone's yard. I state that the car doesn't lead us to the police station after all. I drive for a while and almost hit several children.
We arrive to an intersection. I push the brake and manage to stop in time. I start turning to right but remember that the police station is to the left. I drive for a while and realize that the police officer doesn't know I don't have a driving license. I realize that it doesn't matter because I'm dreaming. I consider telling the officer that I don't have a license, just to annoy her but then I decide to do the task of the year. I also consider driving around for a while, but decide to do the task now because the dream has already continued for quite a while.
I teleport off the car, to the bar. I decide that because Casablanca is black and white, the dream should also be. So when people start forming around me, everything is black and white. The teleporting worsened the dream's quality, but luckily I still am in deep sleep. I see Sam and ask him to play something for me. He starts playing a jazz piece I've never heard before. At the same time I see the sheet music in front of me. After he has finished the piece, a woman arrives. Shortly after this the dream ends.