StephL

My usual dream-signs – my usual ignorance and fail to detect them.

Again looking for a new flat – I had actually rented one and got the key – in Hamburg – never lived there. Nice flat, I really liked it. In the backyard was a low-down building, derelict. I like such places and wanted to go in explore, but it stank of urine and was full of ugly trash, like some nasty squatted houses do, just worse and it was nobody home.

I found two interesting plants in the backyard, though – big thick stalks and blossoms like trumpets – didn’t make me lucid, but I unearthed them and took them on my balcony.
When I wanted to come back there later – I couldn’t find the house any more.
I searched for it and found a house, a bit similar to the one, the flat was supposed to be in – the key worked, but it was a mistake. I was in a shared flat of several people, when entering, and a woman was in one room crying in her bed and asking, what I wanted there. So I left.

Then it was somehow so, that I had to search for yet another flat, since the nice one was too far away from university. I visited one, where when I looked out of the window – I first thought the whole piece of garden would be filled with manure – just to be told and then also see that is was instead a pile of sausages – also filled gut things – don’t know the English words for the affair.
I was a bit alienated, but looked at the rest of the flat – they said I could take from the sausages, and I found that sort of nice for a moment.

It turned out, though, that I was meant to live with an old couple together in that flat, and the former inhabitant had decorated a room with letters and stuff, like a kid would, leaving the people, where she stayed for a school-exchange, and that the couple expected me to live like that with them – like a kid. I said no thanks to that, and they got angry with me – I was pretty nasty to them then – but so were they.

There was also a sort of inter-cultural conflict going – Hamburg had for a while turned into a holiday resort place, where the dark-skinned inhabitants were rising up against the sinful holidayers, lots of police around. And I had for some reason taken off clothes and wanted to put on something else.
This worked fast enough not to be noticed by the moral apostles shouting in the streets.
Connected to this was a photo-shooting with models in bath suits at the beach.

Another aspect was me being on a long bus ride with many people – full bus – and we were sleeping in it, too. Later it turned out, that the bus driver made detours in order to charge more.
There was a fragment, where I had no money – none – and absolutely no idea, how I could get at some before like starving.
Thought about sitting down on the pavement and begging for getting a bit of money for a cake – but something other happened then.

And – I found myself in the kitchen of the house, I dream of second most frequently – of that ex’s parents. I was in the kitchen frying potatoes in a pan and then decided I wasn’t hungry and made myself a cup of milk-coffee.

Another episode, where it came to me, why one guy from back in school was nasty to me in the dream – that he had wanted something from me before, and was disappointed now.
Funnily – that has some actual bearing on reality back then – but I didn’t see that guy for ages. We had fallen out - and it might really have been down to that back then.

Load of crap – but I feel the more I journal – the more I remember the next night.