Today was beautiful, air was nice! Sun was shining, it wasn’t super-cold! Work was a bit boring but I was in a really good mood going home! Now it’s off into a full night of sleep before heading for work again! Hope all you lovely people are doing great! Much love!
I started keeping a dream journal! Here’s a dream from last night! February 18, 2013!
I’m at Linerogården fritidsgård back in Lund Sweden, A place where I used to go as a kid after school. Where all young kids used to go to hang out and play and have fun. A safe place. Dragi Maneski and lots of other people that used to work there are there. Random people from my years as a kid are there. Atmosphere is happy and positive. Everyone is doing good. There’s a big event similar to Ozone happening. there are lots of americans and other foreigners around. everyone is wearing beanies to identify the group they are with and where they are from. I
I’m trying to be official or prove that I’m working there or something. I borrow a beanie from a guy, it’s black with a grey stripe around. People treat me like I’m supposed to be there. Everything is good. I’m wearing jeans and gray shirt. And my baseball jacket on top that is black and white.
Suddenly I’m in a small bathroom stall,laughing, making jokes with people. having a fun time. it’s very very tiny and I’m wondering how anyone bigger than me can fit in there, there are four bathrooms like it and they are all next to each other, 2x2 in a square.
I stand up and I can see above all bathroom walls.and everyone else is standing there having fun looking at each other. No one is doing anything special.
Lejla shows up with a brown haired guy, looks a bit like Dan, a guy from I used to know as a teenager. I don’t like him for some reason.
Lejla is in the one next to me with the guy that looks like Dan and I don’t like it, I treat her like I used to have feelings for her by dissing the guy, blame it on trying to be funny. Everyone laughs.
I say, I’m glad I’m the prettiest guy here anyway, Hongki and some other Danish people including Victor are in the bathroom stall to the right laughing with me and tell me I’m being a douche, I tell the guy I don’t mean any harm by it and he’s laughing with me but I know he picked up on me lying. I sense he knows that I don’t like him.
suddenly everything is about to go down outside. We’re all outside waiting for the event to start. Sofia Smede and Dipti are there. I sense lots of the old group of close friends I hung out with in Lund are there. They still treat me the same way as they did a couple of years back. It’s fun :). it’s raining and pools of water are forming everywhere.
Right before we start the event, looks like either a music event with groups competing against each other. Or a breakdance battle event. the whole area turns into what looks like a miniature airport field and a norwegian private jet has to land right in front of us, it’s filled with important people. There’s an exact copy of the plane standing next to us, the plane lands. It manages to stop in 10-15meters. does a 180 slide and bumps into the other plane pretty hard. Everyone was expecting it. There’s like 2-300 people around watching it happen.
suddenly the plane starts moving forward, it turns into a car that’s trying to stop, a black car. It spins around driving forward, right at some spectators for the event. It hits two swedish guys, one tall guy and a younger smaller guy. from distance it looks ok but when I get closer I notice one of them is wedged under the wheel of the car. the younger kid keeps screaming. Tell the driver he just killed a guy! TELL THE DRIVER HE JUST KILLED A GUY!! I tell him to shut up, the young kid is fine but is in a shock. they back the car back a little. away from the tall guys upper body and head. I think he’s dead. he has brown hair. Looks exactly like Vasili at work. a guy from Greece. Nice guy.
They start to drag him by his jacket from being below the car. I yell at them to not move him at all! his body might be hurt. they can make it worse. the car disappears. I look at the guy, he’s awake, moaning and almost crying. there is no blood, no wounds. no tears or anything. I ask him. Can you feel your legs. He moves his head around like he’s testing if his jaw is still there and says.. I can’t feel anything below this.. my jaw.. I yell at the younger kid to call 911!! CALL 911 NOW!!! he’s fumbling with his iPhone. the screen is cracked and the only number dialled is number 8! the street is covered in people and I think.. wow I’m such a moron for trying to be a doctor or something.. I feel bad about it, ashamed.
I force myself to wake up and there is Mary-Lou on Skype. We talk for a minute and then I wrote this. I feel very awake now and I got to get up in 2h for work.