stiffyswe

So I believe that dream starts up with me waking up and hurrying to some kind of school. There's a big room (classroom?) with a big table and when you're seated you have one person on each side of you and someone right across the table. I start massaging my temples since I have migraine (which could be because of the fact that I didn't study for the test). Weird thing is that it is an art school, so I don't really get what should have been studied. My classmates start patting me on the back and comforting me, saying that it's okay. Both the migraine and the fact that I didn't study.

...and so the teacher enters and she focuses her attention on me as she hands out the papers. I don't know why, I just know that she does. She has red hair, a knitted pink/red blouse and a white top. I believe she had beige khaki pants.

Later on I'm walking through the halls of the school, which looks like an abanded waterfront warehouse, except there are paintings and art projects high and low. The lighting is dingy and damp, the only light reaching me is from the windows that are a few meters over me, just under the roof. I see a television screen and there's thist artist being interviewed (or maybe he's doing some kind of monologue). Lars Vilks, the artist behind the Muhammed charicatures, crosses my mind. It looks like him and they're both named Lars, but in my mind I know that "he is like Lars Vilks, but another Lars". The feeling was very surreal...

At this point the dream goes very fragmental and I can't be sure about the connection between these parts, although there is a small link in recurring dream characters, although they just appear as shadows and the general feeling in all these parts are the same.

We're out biking and I am on my sisters bike (I don't know how it looks or anything). I'm with a famous TV duo from sweden; Filip och Fredrik. We're on this trail in the woods and in front me is this guy with red hair and dreads... He looks like a crust punk with a smallbrimmed cap, camo-cargo-pants and a black hoodie with some kind of DIY-print on the back. I feel that I'm holding the tempo back by not passing him and I start going by him. // CUT //
We're out on an asphalt road, still in the woods. We're talking and their rapport amazes me. Somehow I'm clued to that one of them, Filip, is an alcoholic and that he can't drink without becoming a total asshole... And that is exactly what happens; he becomes unbearably annoying. In reality however, I think it's the other way around, that Fredrik becomes an asshole when he's drunk.

However, we arrive at our destination, which is my sisters apartment where I am suppoed to leave her bike. Her place is a mix between where she actually lives and where an old friend of mine used to live (we're not friends anymore and he haven't lived there for years). Somewhere between arriving to this house and being on the asphalt road in the woods I sense, more than see, the image of my khaki-wearing teacher.

I think the last part of the dream was my sister being angry with me because I hadn't told her that I was out biking with Filip and Fredrik.

As this dream begins I'm not really sure where we are, but I do believe we are at my fathers fiancees place. It's me, the mother of my children and my soon-to-be-roommate. There are other people there, some of whom I do believe I've met in previous dreams. There's a total of five or six people in the apartment.

The room in which we are at the moment is scarcely decorated. There are blinds covering the window, white walls and a bed with white sheets. There's a TV turned on and a nintendo 64 connected to it. Me and the mother of my children always do a battle royale when there's a N64 present and we do this now to. My soon-to-be-roommate joins in, and as usual he is not competitive while me and the mother of my children and I are competitive to the point where we might just get into a fist fight.

At this point I start to realize that we should get ready for going off to the concert, but the mother of my children and my soon-to-be-roommate kept playing video games. Since I am the kind of person who just puts on my shoes and I'm ready to go anywhere, I started exploring the apartment (which wasn't really my fathers fiancees, even if that was what it felt like). Then my phone rings and it is my father who is going to pick us up, since the concert is in 30 minutes and it takes about an hour (!) to get there. And so, I put my shoes on and tell everybody to get going and I myself run out the door.

I stand outside the apartmentbuilding for quite a while waiting for the mother of my children, but she is taking alot of time getting ready. I call her to see what's up and when she answers the phone she tells me she is trying on outfits. I tell her that we need to get going and in my mind I just know that we're gonna miss "Born to run", which is probably on of the Boss' best songs.

Somehow I end up in a cab. Or a bus, but when I arrive at my destination it's a cab. Although I do remember the bus seats from my hometowns public transport in the dream. Anyhow... We're going through this huge system of roads, with tunnels, bridge, ramps and what have you, and I don't really consider it. I have my favorite cap on (which is now lost) and my wallet in my backpocket. I put the wallet on the seat, right next to me, since it's uncomfortable in my back pocket. I also take my cap off.
In a turn that is tunneled I see a really weird car. It's only got two wheels and it seems like it has disintegrated through rust. The driver is holding a wheel, and there's no motor hood, no roof and almost no body at all, just the skeleton of the car... Except that you can see where the rust has eaten it. For some reason that's the car I end up in when we reach the destination, which is an underground parking garage. When I'm about to pay the driver, I realize my wallet is missing. Ofcourse it fell out while lying on the seat, since there was no doors or walls to keep it inside the car(!).