Dreams on 28 March 2008
Weird night!
Dive into the toilet (yuck!)
I'm in my corridor and sit on the toilet (a looong time). Strange, I have the door open and talk with my flatmates who are in the kitchen. First they are blaming me for not buying anything for the kitchen, then they show me a new kitchen machine. A very fancy machine, that can chop vegetables. They put in a broccoli, which they hold bare handed very close to the rotating knives. I can smell the broccoli when it's chopped to small pieces(also funny, not the best smell you can have in a dream)
I get up from the toilet, that is now the size of a bath tub. I see I dropped my pen and usb-stick in it My flatmate comes over and also drops 4 marbles into it. He wants to scoop them out using a newspaper, but this doesn't work. Since it is such a huge amount of water and only 1 piece of crap floating around, I take my luck an reach in with my arm. It is very deep! I manage to grasp the marbles, but not my own pen. They float near the exit and I'm pulled in with the current!
The water flows so fast, I can't hold on and am now in the sewer. I can't crawl back the way I came, so I decide to go with the flow, under the ground. There's only a shallow layer of water, but it takes me down. We pass several intersections, where I try to go up to the light. Finally, some woman is underground as well and she helps me out.
(damn, that was like that scene in Trainspotting Haven't seen that for a few years! LOL, I wonder if Irvine Welsh had a dream like that, when creating this part )
In Mark's house
I'm at Mark's house, sitting on his bed, but he's not at home. He wrote me a letter, in which he tells some random things. About that it's raining so much in England and that he had some allergic reaction and his face was covered with zits. I'm writing a letter back to him, saying that we also have a 'raining season' in Holland, that's what we call 'spring'. And then I think that's not very true, it CAN be good weather and we have rain in other seasons as well.
Then I say I also had some zits, so he shouldn't worry about that.
I'm looking through a small closet that is above his bed. It's filled with facial cleaning pads, lotion, shampoo and other stuff. Very accurate details, I read some of the packages (which are in English) and notice we have similar brands in Holland. I write to Mark that I hope he forgives me my impoliteness of looking through his stuff without permission.
Betraying my sister?
There is a HUGE ship in the river. It consists of 3 or 4 pieces and looks like a theme park attraction. Inside, it's quite empty, like they are still building on it. I remember a little while back there was a different ship, a man inside tells me they spent only 3 months building this one and there's going to be several attractions inside, including a roller coaster. I get into 1 attraction, which is more like a show about some fairy tale. Not really interesting.
A young girl walks around (she's as tall as I am, but only 5 or 6 years old), she wants something to eat, but the man doesn't allow her to eat snacks or cookies. I think 'that is easy: with a child you can just say 'don't eat this' and then they won't get fat or anything'. (I'm trying to eat healthier these days, so it must be some PDP)
Later, I'm in a different section of the theme park ship. Now I do see the roller coaster (called the gladiator?) but I don't get in. I'm writing in a book. Then my sister arrives and I put the book into my backpack. She isn't allowed to see the book. I want to sneak out and drop it in a mail box, so I can retrieve it later, but she's following me. I show her around the neighborhood, which is like Rotterdam. It looks familiar, like we've played there as kids.
I manage to sneak away, into the house of some guy. He's very nice to me and I fall in love with him. He looks like my ex (the nice one ) but with longer hair and different eyes. He speaks with a soft voice, telling me I shouldn't date my sister. He touches me, which gives me a slight shiver. We're standing close, I feel so in love, it makes me weak I take his hand and 'drag' him to another room, where I slowly kiss him. Damn good dream-kisses! I agree that I shouldn't have a relation with my sister and should be with him instead. But then he starts pushing me towards the door. For one last time, I pull him close to me and kiss him. I say to him 'you make me melt' and then I wake up.
Bwah, this is one of those strange 'love' dreams I haven't had in a long time. It's always with my 'nice' ex and I don't really know why. Yesterday I made a decision to move in with Tobby this summer and I'm so happy with him. Why these dreams??
An explanation could be that this 'nice' ex is the only one I broke up with while being in that first 'just in love' stage. And whenever my brain thinks of 'just in love' it comes up with his image? But damn, dream-kisses forever! (he kissed like Tobby when he's drunk; sweet, soft and slow hahaha)
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