Travelogue/Dream journal
Holy christ, what a weekend!
Friday
Activity day at school. I got up a bit late, but still in time to print some flyers due two days earlier. The actual activity stuff was quite calm; our group had some kind of blindfolded/tied football, and apart from me suddenly having to tell every single person on two ten-man teams what the rules were, it was somewhat relaxing.
I took a short break after this to “have a look” at another group’s hookah, but apparently they were out of tobacco. Pity. Also had a small seizure where everything went black and I started spinning, but nothing to talk of, really.
Later that day, I went to a friend’s place to pick him up; we were destined for an island which, if translated directly, would be called “long land” or “long country” or something similar. In Danish, it’s called “Langeland”. We also went past strange towns with such names as “Bøsøre”, “Tietgenbyen” and “Snøde udflytter”.
We got there safely, but had to pick up another friend first; she was the one we were visiting. As we met her at the train station, the two friends of mine sort of melted into one big kiss (they’re in a relationship with each other). As we went for the car, both males of us apparently had our hands around her shoulders (this was somewhat weird for me, as I am not even used to this kind of “looseness”, if one could call it so).
But, lo and behold, it was quite clear they were happy to see each other; the kissing continued all the time till we hit bed that night.
Friday night
I had a very interesting dream this night. I could write a novel based on this dream, but I’m just going to sum it up here for now (warning! sanity stops here!);
I dreamt someone I knew had been captured by a medusa queen, and was being held prisoner in the open, behind some huge gates locked by magic. Of course, I was the only one around to actually try and help this person. To cut a long story short, I bumped into a boy who had an eagle capable of seeing enemies far away; this I (we?) used to avoid those coming at us from the snow-coated mountains.
We came to speak with an old, good-hearted witch. She was luckily able to break the spell on the magically locked gates, and thus we freed the prisoner; only the medusa queen made water flood the entire place. This wasn’t a problem at first, and we went on running away with the prisoner. This prisoner, however, ran to a nearby shed and brought back snakes with wings for us to fly with.
This turned out to save our lives, since the medusa queen had sent swimming snakes to kill us. So, it all ended with the lot of us clinging on to snakes flying over valleys and mountains.
And if I recall correctly, I actually started this dream believing I was playing Settlers (sanity is restored from this point forward … sort of).
Saturday
Slept for … ages apparently. It was well past midday when I woke up, the others having already showered and eaten breakfast. My friends kissed a lot, too.
I officially have a cat, now. Either that, or the cat has me. In either case, she’s the cutest little 3-weeks-old kitten, white with a dark spot on top her head.
I don’t remember this day very well. I do recall picking up a friend of my friend’s, though. This made the “looseness” seem somewhat extreme to me, as the only female among us was quite careless who she “assaulted”, held hands with or hugged. I actually had to silently express my dislike of “exposing” my friend to this sort of jealousy-provoking activity. Didn’t stop anyone but me, though.
The initial plan of the day was to have a go at role-playing games, but we never came around to that (I blame the tiredness of the four of us).
Saturday evening
We did, however, start walking into the dark, dark woods of this far-away island armed with nothing but a near-dead cellphone and 4 candlelights.
I had a good long chat with one of my friends (since she had finally let go of the others’ hands), but as she was the one holding the light, and both of us were going quite a bit faster than the other two, we suddenly heard someone fall down a hole right behind us; the bottom of the forest has no hospitality whatsoever.
Luckily, he wasn’t harmed, and it wasn’t long till we found a fireplace and started trying to light a fire. I write “trying” because we never really got any wood lit. The candles were fine though, and so were the stars. My god, it’s been a while since I’d seen such a beautiful night sky. Of course, I’m usually never so far away from cities … Remind me of going back on that island and sleeping in a sleeping bag on a field someday!
Saturday night
Again, I had a dream worth writing down, and again, I must warn you of the absense of sanity in the next few paragraphs.
It started at my school, at some sort of reception I think. There was food, and lots of it. Apparently, some teacher had seen herself angry with me, and begun blaming me for everything that was wrong; not enough buckets of ice, missing forks and knives, bad taste of biscuits etc.
She continued to do this throughout the meal, to my increasing annoyance. Then, when we were done eating and everything, I was single-handedly told to do the dishes by her because I had been such a nuisance to her. This started some kind of psychosis in me.
Seriously, I started by jumping up on a table, shouting rude words and damning her to hell, flipping her the bird and such. And I cried loudly while screaming to her to go fuck herself.
I picked up a nearby chair and threw it in her direction, after which I tried to do the same with a table. As far as I remember, plates and knives and forks and spoons flew through the air, too, while fellow classmates and teachers tried to calm me.
After this seizure had calmed down a bit, some kind of trial was held against the teacher in question (why she had accused me of all this negativity), but I didn’t hear much of it because I was hiding below a table, staring intensely at her, still screaming swearwords and throwing smaller things at her.
It should be noted that I don’t actually have a teacher who fits in my dream as the female antagonist, so to speak (sanity can be considered somewhat regained by now).
Sunday
I was awakened very early by unbelievably loud thunder (or so it was at the time), only to fall asleep again, waking up nearly 5 hours later. Yup, I’m a sleeper.
“Going home” was the tag of the day. Most of the afternoon was spent packing, and obviously there were some goodbyes to be said, too. All four of us were in the car though; some going home, others going to Sweden in order to attend school there the next day.
The last 150 kilometres, there were only two of us. Kashmir’s “Prawn’s Blues” playing on CD player + volume up ten notches + car on freeway = win!
At about 9 last night, we arrived at his place. Wasted as we were, Black Books and random satirical newsreaders made our evening. At about half past midnight, I figured I’d better head home; long day tomorrow (school).
Sunday night
I had to pour some gas on my car. Oh great, guess where I forgot my wallet? … About 250 kilometres away. Luckily, my friend could spare me enough to make the ride home.
So this is where I am right now. At home. I can, at most, get four hours’ sleep. But I’m not complaining; 12 seconds would be fine.
And by the way; if you’ve just scrolled to the bottom of this, and your fleeting glimpses of the text above give you some very random impressions, chances are you’ve read a bit of the “dream” part. Or not.
… I have a cat!