Vesterguard

29-09-11 Nothing really on the agenda.

“Circumventing the gay rule by hooking up with an actual Bird”

I am in this weird place filled with gay men and I am spending the night in the company of a bird. Not a girl, but an actual bird, reminds me a bit of the bird from “Up” and I find out that as long as I am walking around with that bird I won't have to take a male partner.

It is night time and the dream takes place in a gay club, some paths outside the club surrounded by grass. There are loads of dressed up gay men around and they only leave me alone because I am walking around with this bird. I know that after a while I will have been around the bird long enough for the effect to be permanent.

There is a slight skip and I am walking back towards our home, which is a mixture of a tent and a house. I have a balloon tied to my ass and it is inflated with helium so it is floating in the air behind me.

When I get back home my dad wakes up, he first talks to my sister a bit solve a practical problem or two and then he starts talking to me. The bird appears and knocks on the door, you can see it through a window standing outside with a sign. I know that this is the last time I need to hang about with it for the gay men to leave me alone, so I go to open the door.

My dad has a bit of a mental breakdown. He is complaining that the bird is destroying all our books, which it did do the night before and that it is a damaging influence. I can sense that what he is really afraid of is that I am turning gay and I frantically try and explain the situation to him, but he is hysterical. I am equally tense because I can feel my goal slipping right at that moment when I am so close to achieving what I wanted.

“Football on the beach”

I am playing football on the beach with a couple of friends. The goals look like hockey goals in that they are not taller than reaching my hip. Upon closer inspection I see that they are actually pretty long and run along a wall behind them. Think it is morning or early afternoon.

There is all of a sudden a lot of people joining in and they are bringing the ball. It is every man for himself here, if you have the ball you dribble with it and shoot at goal. It is taking forever for us to start, think we are waiting for someone. I somehow get the feeling, maybe someone says it that it will take about 15 minutes before we can start.

I run further down along the beach and another group of footballers are approaching. I notice they have a really worn down ball that could use some air. The guy with the ball sees me standing there and pass it to me and I find that remarkable. These guys are actually focusing on the team play and having fun.

We can start straight away with this group, I think I tell that to someone who was with me. I play around a bit with a guy named Amir. We are practising passes that are to be headed into the goal, but none of us are that good at it. Amir makes lofty balls and I shoot too far. In the end he makes a low pass that I hit with the foot at the goal post so it heavily comes back towards me. Then we start heading back for the rest of the group.

“Soo about the band”

I am in a living room, not sure to whom it belongs, but I don't think I am at home, though I might be living there. Whatever. It is evening and there are a few of my old friends over. Krimi, Anders H and Mikkel N I think.

We are watching TV and might be playing some sort of game. I proclaim that I intend to spend some of the cardboard money I have earned to go and buy a Banjo. So I go and get the Banjo, feeling quite pleased that I now own 3 different instruments. I go back in the living room to fetch the cardboard money, but I become scared that I might not have enough. I decide to just not tell anyone about it.

I explain that my cousin is trying to buy a banjo so he can play Big Country on both bass and banjo. I think from the beginning I explain that he intends to play all the instruments, but then I have to concede that the oil drums might be difficult so maybe not all of them.



I put on a video of Belá Fleck and the Flecktones on the telly. The video shows Victor playing bass, but I then become a bit annoyed, because I can only get visuals which is rather stupid when it is the music that is to be enjoyed.

I walk around thinking about this feeling a flu coming up.

We start talking about some of our old intentions of starting a band and how I was the one letting them all down. I explain that I actually have a bass now and that I have been practising and I can play a bit (a very limited bit).