Saturday, 25 October 2014

At the station

Here we go again.

Woke up around 4 am from a silly nightmare. Better than yesterday's cluster headache morning. I was in a fictional train station in Zurich. I was there because travelled there with the most sneaky person I have ever met. But no idea why I have travelled with that lowest of the all lows. Why I didn't let him to go alone. Because I haven't been in Zurich and wanted to see it, I guess. However, of course trouble would find me there, as all in nightmares.

When he left for his train to nowhere, I decided to go back to London?!? Wait, why? What happened to will to see Zurich, nobody knows. There wasn't ticket machine so went to ticket office. First wanted to speak German, builded up few sentences in my mind but realised that I cannot continue if any unpredictable thing happen. There was a queue there, but I didn't wait too long. When I was in front of the window few little arab girls were annoyingly leaning against me. People were giggling and the cashier wasn't. I have looked my around, there were 5 or six little kids, fully covered in black garments. Turned back to window and said 'Hello, a ticket to London please.' while little arabs squeezing me. Then cashier gave my ticket, I have asked the price and he said 'it is paid' by pointing a little arab girl just next me. I have thanked then kindly rejected that nonsense act and asked again for the price, which costs an arm and leg. If I knew the price I would go with the prepaid one. Then another officer called me from next window. I were in need of new photos for my passport he explained. I didn't questianed myself and accepted. After a while I realised that I have been absolutely unrelated place, in a queue for a coffee or something like that. Saw the ticket office away, was not so far so leaved the queue to get back my ticket and passport.

Well, I believe my brain just wanted a classic one, so I have missed most recent train 'cause I was waiting at the wrong side of the platform, didn't mind and went to the right but empty one. While waiting thought I should check my passport and the details, then saw the photo on the pass wan't mine, and there were many little photos too. Portraits, bodies, naked bodies, black & whites, polaroids, etc. They were disturbing photos, uncomfortable poses of models, then I woke up.

Sunday, 17 August 2014


A group of young people traveled into a wild nature. They passed giant aqueducts and climbed highest mountains. Finally they reached a place where all of them agreed on to stay and camp. Group split into smaller ones and one of them started to wander around. They saw another camp down at the seafront, where people was swimming with tigers. They did not astonished by that. It was so natural as green leaves or blue sky. When they back, they saw couple of others has started to build a kitchen. But there were a couple of other people who they haven't meet before but they didn't recognise that they are strangers. Their appear didn't disquiet anyone in the group as well.

I was in the parked car to get stuff for the kitchen. Things were packed so efficiently and all of them were in glovebox. I got them, put into my pockets, opened the door and it hit a body. I did not see him before opening the door but he was there, I said sorry and he said "that's OK!". We walked back to the camp but there were a small village instead of a camp. There were a stone "street" between wooden bungalows. I went into one of them and it was my room, picked up my iPhone and tweeted something about stone street and village. Went out again and the guy who I hit with car's door pulled me next to others, centre of the street. He shouted to us;

- You are under arrest! No one will leave the circle you are standing in!

I was shocked! Yelled at him that he cannot keep us like that and he or nobody has rights to do things like that. Response was cruel, a rock solid punch on my face. With this event, that guy and his friend turned into sadist cops. They tortured me for a long time at several parts in the village. They lit sparkler like matches on my skin and burnt my flesh. Another one was plucking off eyelashes. The funny thing was they trounced me while others eating pastries and watching us. They seemed to me that everything were alright with them. There wasn't a circle anymore and I was the only one who's receiving punishment.

An evening with warm colours in the sky, all we were in the queue for food. The village has transformed into sort of concentration camp now. Somehow these kind of big transformations were just usual, as in dreaming although it was a nightmare. Last torment came shortly after I saw the pig up to the hill. He ran to me and sprayed me with ozone killer disgusting deodorant. It was full of fake flavours but somewhat astringent. He made a cloud with that spray around me and tried to fire it up. I woke up while running off.

Monday, 11 August 2014

symbols in my fucking last night dream

To see blood in your dream represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments

To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Some of your past actions have come back to haunt you.

To see chocolate in your dream signifies love, celebration and self-reward. It also suggests that you may be indulging in too many excesses and need to practice some restraint.
To eat chocolate in your dream indicates that you are embracing your own sensuality.

Ice Cream
To see or eat ice cream in your dream denotes good luck, pleasure, success in love and satisfaction with your life. You need to savor the moment and enjoy it. Alternatively, the dream may suggest that you need to cool off and not let your temper get out of hand. On the other hand, the ice cream may be a pun on "I scream". Perhaps there is something that you need to let out.