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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2007|06:12 am]
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now just a fragment from the dream i had today. 

i was back in italy (i lived in naples between 93 and 95) only this time i was older.

don t remember how or why but i was waiting for some friend of mine to pick me. she showed up later in a really old ford car. 

while making a u-turn to leave the place she lost control, the car spinned and collided with another car coming from the opposite direction.

i remember her screaming as she lost control, and then all went into slow motion for me. 

i heard the tyres screeching, and then the crash and for a minute i was buffled as i could still she the headlights of the other car infront of us. i just closed my eyes and tried to be stay as stiff as possible. and then nothing. i didn feel the crash. no pain and  no sound after that either. my first reaction was to check (still with my eyes closed) if i could still move both my arms and legs. after i found that i still could i woke up .... hot damn!
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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2007|05:50 am]
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i had this dream yesterday but i didn write it down asap after all.

by now i olny remember bits of it.

i was with some friends walking around what seemed to be camden, only it was different... slightly

there was a really bad smell, like weeks old rotten meat. we tried to locate the source and we ended up outside a tattoo parlor where several bodies had been piled together, most of them totaly skinned and several with all the muscle tissue between rectus abdominis muscle (upper abdomen) and pyramidalis muscle (lower, close to the bits :P) cut and their intestines out and about.

apparently the studio was experimenting with some new technique where they skin you and then put back the skin but insted of stitches they use piercings (such as bars). obviously the technique had some failure margin and the bodies where the unlucky ones. one of my friends (who i don t know btw, about 6'2" skinny, blond, crew cut, blue eyes) decided he wanted to try it out. 

long story short, we left him and when we got back we found him inside a room on ... welll... two surgical tables (place was HUGE from the inside. his skin still hanging on him (apparently they didn t finish the job) and his insides resting on the other. He was shiverig really bad but he was still conscious, and when we talked to him he turned towards us. at first he tried to pull the skin back on to cover his face but then it was just to uncomfortable to talk like that so he pulled it back again. 

this woke me up. i don t know if it s to be considered a nightmare though. i thought nightmares where more personal.
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(no subject) [Sep. 7th, 2006|11:20 am]
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I was standing in a long... REALLY long que of people waiting to sing at a Festival, because the headliner was fell sick and so the guys organising the thing felt good about turning it into a karaoke thing.

The whole thing was set up at the now defunct "hellenicon international airport" in Athens.

So anyway, like i said, there was this huge crowd infront of the main stage and people would come out and sing one by one, and only one song at the time. after spending two days waiting, I decided I had enough and tried to leave. Of course leaping over the one meter high que seperation cord was not an option so I simply had to walk back along the line of people which stretched for about 3-4 km. 

While doing so I accidentaly touched a muslim guy who got really mad over the whole thing despite me apologising asap. After a while me and that guy got into a nasty fight and the crowd around us was chantng for us to continue

At around this time the security gorillas (as in proper ones, not humans) decided to take the situation in their hairy hands and intervened. Next thing I know is that they kicked the guy that was singing at the time and made us fight on the stage. The crowd (as far as one could see) went wild. At first we were unwilling but after a few minutes we went ballistic... for no apparent reason.

The fight was pretty matrix-like and after a few minutes we were both bloody and battered, however it was just me left standing. Out of nowhere, somebody dressed like a Roman Ceasar appeared and gave me the thumb-down signal, indicating that I have to kill the guy. As I was about to deliver the blow, a helicopter full of soldiers landed and took the guy and the ceasar with them. I felt so stunned that i woke up....

Not the most weird of my dreams but still.....

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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2006|10:37 am]
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More weirdness this way

I was standing on top of a hill, butt naked. There was desert all around me. Not the typical yellow sandy desert, but rather the a redstone rocky desert. Looked a lot like something out of mars but the sky was all blue.

I could see movement in the horizon. Large snakelike creatures that were something like the sandworms from dune (the movie)

While staring at them, trying to figure out their exact size, an easter bunny (complete with basket and eggs) appeared next to me. When I did notice him, I asked what was wrong. Easter bunny said he was fresh out of carrots and he had to deliver some eggs and now he would never make it in time. I picked up a redish stone that looked a bit like a cucumber and told him that I have a carrot but in return he would have to get me to the worms.

He was so excited... He grabbed the stone off my hands and he started munching on it making loud crunching noises as he was chipping on the stone with his front teeth. 

While he was at it I just made myself comfy on his shoulders.

After a while we were happily crossing the desert but after a few hundred meters he started complaining about a stomach-ache and started questioning the nature of what i had given him. I had a brief moment of panic so I decided to pull on his ears REALLY hard. In fact I pulled so hard that i peeled the skin off his skull. I freaked out and jumped off him. He turned around saying that what i did was extremely rude and I had to hand the skin back to him. I freaked out and started running. After about 200 meters, I turned around but the bunny was nowhere to be found. I checked some more and found the entrance to an underground cavern and jumped in to check it out. 

A few meters down the path, there was the bunny, dead. I felt weird and decided to put his skull-skin back on. After that I started exploring the caves. 

They lead me to an underground club that looked remarkably like elecrtowekz in london. At first i thought it was empty (although there was loud techno music and smoke/lights etc) but then i noticed there were penguins all dressed in black bondage gear which eplains (in my dream) why i couldn't see them. I felt confused like i knew them already from somewhere and from their reactions i can tell they were even more so. The penguin at the DJ deck started shouting something like in german and then it hit me that these penguins were from my previous dreams. Before i could do or say anything, penguins in black leather nazi style trenchcoats stormed the building and had me surrounded in no time. Once again i was put on trial. 

While the judge was about to announce the verdict, the ceiling collapsed and amonst the rubble was a very frozen William (also from the previous dream, a woolly mammoth). I seized the opportunity to flee. In a blink i was out, close to the hill were the dream started. I woke up the minute i realised i was naked the whole time....

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(no subject) [Aug. 17th, 2006|09:57 am]
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yet more night-time weirdness

i was in the arctic dressed like a british explorer of the 19th century (complete with shorts, knee length socks and expedition hat) and i was out hunting penguins using an imposibly long sniper rifle with a laser beam projector on it. 

i quickly noticed that i had to use the laser only at the very last moment before firing cause the laser would cut through ice like a light saber would (although the penguins seemed immune).

anyway, after happily chasing the penguins around the arctic over a period of a week i came upon another fine gentleman participating in the same sport of penguin hunting. only problem, "he" wasn t a human, but instead "he" was a Woolly Mammoth named william who of course was dressed in the same pattern as me and carried an outrageously (compared to me) hunting rifle that would not just kill the penguins but actualy make them explode from the impact force of the bullet into tiny bits, which he would then devour.

after several days of penguin genocide, and while sleeping during the night, we were attacked by commando-penguins. i managed to escape and even take one of them as prisoner/hostage but they managed to dig several holes in the ice around william which resulted in a big chunk of ice (with him on it) breaking off and capsizing leading to his death.

early in the morning i was confronted by several penguins all wearing waffen ss winter uniforms. i negotiated my return home but first i had to hand over the dead penguins and all ammo, but not the rifle.

when i got back home, i was greeted by tens of  thousants of people at the airport. i was given a ride in a convertible and they were taking me to the constitution square (athens) only to be shot, kennedy style) by a greenpeace activist.... that woke me up.
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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2006|04:43 pm]
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this was originaly posted in my other journal ([info]galvert) and i m only posting it here so others have some idea what this journal will be about until i gat a new dream (and a new update for that)

i was to board a frigate, namely F450 Elli as the lowest possible life form on this earth, ie a common seaman/sailor.

here s where things get weird. all sailors were required to wear red thongs and white see-through hot pants.

i got assigned as cabin boy to the captain (1 out of 3) and more specificaly as a toilet scrubber....

one of the other two guys sharing the post, was a drag queen, with a really really REALLY thick mustache, who would dress up every night in full drag outfit, including a purple(!) fur and a mini skirt and go out.

the other guy was pretty normal apart from the fact that every day he would show up in a porsche and demand that a crane take the car onboard to the helipad.

so after about a week, and while going to the cabin i notice that the ship looks increasingly like an old hotel and there are old officers with full "dress" type uniform complete with gold braids and associated bicorns and tricorns all around just gazing into nothingness.

when i got to the cabin the "drag queen" sailor was throwing up heavily outside. when i asked him what s wrong he told me to get a look inside.

the room was COVERED in shit. there was stuff everywhere. walls, chairs, office, bed, everywhere BUT the floor which was covered by tranny porn magazines that had been torn apart.

naturaly i started doing my job, ie scrubbing. after a while i took a look out the side scuttle, only to find out that the vessel is unnaturaly close to a garden. close as in on top of it.... that woke me up, only to find out that i had overslept by a whole hour :P
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