Had the most amazing, (sur)real-like dream yesterday. I was lying in bed watching England versus Trinidad-Tobago, even though I’m not that interested in football anymore. We’ve had some informal and internal betting thing going on in #elma.no, referred to as tippegjøn - which I even took the time to make a site for, so that’s the only reason why I’ve been watching the World Cup games these last days.

Anyway, back to the dream part. I wasn’t really sleepy, but I somehow managed to fall asleep during the game. And having already slept earlier, I was in an overtired state, which for me has the effect of making dreams more memorable and vivid if I have them. This was one of the most real dreams I’ve ever had I think. I remember I was lying in the dream as well, it felt like I was on a field of grass or something. My eyes were closed, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t open them. I suddenly felt something on top of me, and I realised it was this beautiful girl (even if I had my eyes closed, I figured that out somehow). Then I could feel her warm breath near my mouth, and in my mind I just wanted reach out and hold around her, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t do it - it was like I was restrained and couldn’t move or do anything. I felt her breath getting warmer, heavier and closer to my mouth, until I finally felt the wonderful sensation of her lower lip against my own. She had the softest wet lips and our tongues eventually met into a passionate kiss.

I woke up, wanting to get back to the dream, but to no avail. The dream left me sort of confused and rather excited, it felt so incredibly real. Then I just got depressed thinking about how it’s been 2 years since the last time I kissed someone.

I can’t recall any of my dreams on Thursday, I only remember this little glimpse of how psy was bragging on #across that he had a new picture. Everybody was in shock and max excited to see it. In the picture, he was wearing a Seigaku shirt (The main high school team that Prince of Tennis evolves around), and he also looked like Momoshiro from Prince of Tennis. That’s it.

Last night I dreamt about work. Some guy was unhappy with a poster that I had printed out for him, all the text was garbled and seemed like it had been put around on the poster randomly. So then I had to work hard to fix it, which was rather impossible, because he had made the document in Microsoft Access. Then there was a transmission on the radio about a nuclear alert. Apparently Pakistan had fired a nuclear missile which was heading towards an unknown location. We all didn’t think much about it, I mean, why would they strike us? We were all sure it was aimed for USA or something like that. Then just outside our window, the bomb hit. At first it seemed like some small normal bomb, there was just some dirt and debris that flew up in the air. A few seconds later the bright flash came, and I could feel the heatwave coming from the core of the bomb. My flesh incinerated and everything went black. It was painless and quick, but my mind was still alive. I couldn’t see anything, it was completely silent and I tried to move my body, but nothing happened. Everything faded to black.

Woa, two nights in a row with dreams about IRC people, time to take a break perhaps?

I was sitting at the top of a building near the railway tracks, when oizo appeared in his car. I couldn’t see his face or anything, I just knew that it was him in the car. He was driving parallell alongside the railway tracks. Everything seemed like it was taken directly out of Grand Theft Auto 3, he was being completely reckless, doing 360s and summersaults in the air with his car. He stopped at a some sort of railway crossing, and I signaled him from the top of the roof I was sitting on that it was clear for him to drive over. Out of nowhere a train emerged from the horizon, and I tried to yell to oizo “hurry, hurry!”. The train stopped dead in it’s tracks right before hitting the car, and started to back up. The train shunted over to a different track and started accelerating. Then suddenly another train came speeding on the same tracks in the opposite direction and they crashed. It was quite “omg!” in the dream. The heat generated from the explosions and whatnot made the trains melt together.

Dream changed into something completely different. I was at a water theme park in Paris, and suddenly I got this obsession about travelling to Düsseldorf. The problem was that I couldn’t get into the locker room and get my clothes, so I had to run around naked in the city, sneaking in the shadows and above street level. It was a quite terrifying dream, I was panicking and stressed out beyond belief.

Dream changed once again. This time I was going out on the town with my friends, only that they were drinking water everywhere we went, while I was pouring down vodka and getting completely wasted. Outside a restaurant some fat girl tried to kiss me, but I pushed her away and she fell over. And that was it. Urgh ok.

I remember I was thinking that it was strange I hadn’t dreamt about oizo before, since we talk a lot on IRC, right before I went to bed. I guess this is why I dreamt about him, but I still have no idea what that whole train thing was about. The water theme park makes no sense either. Eventhough I think it’s quite a scary thought being stuck with no clothes on, it’s still something that I’ve never thought about, not sure why I dreamt this either. Why I wanted to go to Düsseldorf is quite a mystery too. The last dream might have been based on my recent boat trip I guess, the fat girl still eludes me though.

I should try to start keeping some history of my dreams, it usually reflects your thoughts, mood and current happenings in your life pretty good. I had a weird, but a very nice dream tonight. Then again, it’s not often you have a dream that’s *not* weird. As I’m sure most of you are well aware of, it’s always hard to truly describe dreams accurately, because everything is so unreal, extravagant and just exaggerated to an extreme extent. The usage of those four ex-words in a row was totally random by the way. Here goes:

Cubein and me were driving to FEM05, but for some reason we stopped at Jokke’s house, where he was having a party of some sort. My friend Karen, xtC and the old (porn)model friend from school I told about earlier was also there. Cubein tricked everybody by putting baking soda in the beers, which people only noticed after drinking it. It’s hard to describe the effect it had, but it was like everybody was bouncing around and acting all bubbly. Jokke had to leave the party early to go to a FM team meeting about World Cup 5 strategies. I had a sudden close connection with my old school friend, we were talking about everything, and she turned into this incredibly nice person. This is quite the opposite from the real world experiences I’ve had with her before from school. xtC was hitting on some girl, and they both hit it off quite well. The only thing was that I was sitting between them in the sofa, and instead of going after xtC, the girl started grabbing my groin, was all over me and eventually started making out. That part of the dream felt so amazingly real, I still can’t get over it. It also reminded me a lot of last year’s experience with the girl I had over here for a few days (those of you that were in #across around one year from now should be familiar with these events :). Now that I think about it, I never really wrote much about it, perhaps I will make a post after this about the whole experience.

The dream took an unexpected turn from here on, suddenly the party was raided by nazis, who held us as hostages. Jokke came back from the team meeting and started making negotiations with the nazis. They agreed to leave us in peace if they could get the Wcup event 2 style from FM. Then I woke up.

Thanks to the dearest savior Mr. Andersson I now have a reserved Maiden ticket and place to stay in Göteborg :*. Had the weirdest dream some days ago, I had a son which was half human and half dog, so I had to go to a dog salon thingie to get him cut every month. And for some reason I had to get naked and sit in the bath tub with him while the woman that worked there showered us. After getting my son cut, I was going to hold him, but he kept doing what cats does when they don’t want to be held, so I dropped him on the floor several times before I lashed out in tears and kept repeating that I was a bad father to the woman.

:D