Dreams/Nightmares

In my dream I visited the ancient Hungarians. They lived in some kind of camp or something. They had a very special plush dragon and they decided to let me try it out. They told me to put it down on the ground and push the button on its neck. I pushed the button and the dragon started to throw out sparks and it flew away pretty fast, then it flew back like a boomerang, so I could catch it. I considered it pretty funny in my dream.

I read 'punch dragon' for some reason....

Last night's dream was about the strangest of the dreams I've been having recently. I drowned in a field. And then tried to explain to my friend, whoever he was, how I'd managed to drown in mud and grass. He didn't believe me so I showed him the field, it was, predictably, only a field, but I swore blind that only hours ago when I'd drowned, it had been a lake.

Hmmm......

Dreamt that the Viet Cong had invaded my home town. You could forget fishing in the river that goes through the middle of the town, the river banks were Charlie territory.
We were all in the army. Talks were held with the US, but they said something along the lines of "Well, well, well. We fucking TOLD YOU! YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!"

Had a dream that I was in an off licence buying lots of bottles of Rum, it was near xmas and there were big crowds of people waiting to be served. I was sat at a table for some reason, and the bus driver who my girlfriend knows was working in the off licence. He got a tad testy with me when I said he had brought the wrong size bottle over and I was worried whether I had enough money, there was one BIG bottle that reminded me of The Empire State building and a load of minature bottles of rum. He then got into a fight with a customer and his mobile phone got broke, and an old friend of mine from school who I have not seen in years started to fight this big bald man, and then I woke up

I had a dream with Tim Burton in, we were in this really strange pub. I did not feel like a pub it was really false like a set or something, I got introduced to these women who were with Tim I do not know who they where
The next thing I am in this hallway looking on these computer screens that you can interact with, it said to click on the icon and that person will appear. The next thing there was this man standing by me staring, with a scary menacing face. As if to say "what do you want?" So I am back in the strange pub with Tim Burton again sitting round a table with different people and they are handing out presents, I get given a bag that is in the shape of Santa which was very odd.

[Aldhissla]

I dreamed that i had inherited a very small piece of land in Russia situated just at the chinese border. My best friend's sister was doing a one-year work experience there, so I decided to visit her, check out my inherited soil and see the great wall of china while I was there. While were on the train, a strange-looking lady was checking the tickets and since I didn't have one, she let me buy one by using my credit card (paying with thai baht, strangely enough). The train stopped in China just next to one of the watchtowers of the wall, and there were also some catacombs that tourists were allowed to check out, so we went down there to have a look. I did not get to see much of it however, since I found a golden icon of Cthulhu's head on the stairs that swallowed up my whole attention. It resembled those gold icons from the movie "Dagon" a lot. Sadly, the rest of the dream got lost.

I would advise staying away from the water and Spain for an extended period of time. Oh yeah, and hot chicks with tentacle legs.

Damn, I was just about to describe my dream last night but now the details are fuzzy and I can't remember. Sometimes the brain sucks like that.

[Ärväthyyll]

I dreamed I got arrested for my diploma. As the dream progressed, it turned out I supposedly used hate speech there and my cousin, who actually read the whole thing, ratted me out. But I couldn't remember using any hate speech, so the police woman gently pointed out some things I wrote, stuff that in my language could be both just geographical remark or a bad name for the inhabitant ... And I just explained it was geography, really feeling weird they didn't get that by themselves. The police woman was so happy I wasn't guilty that she cried, hugging me.

I had a dream about Mats last night! Or, at least he was in it. It was really a dream about being called into my last job for some weird temporary assignment, and it was really stressful. Somehow in the course of my duties I met up with Mats (whom I recognized from his photos) to interview him. He had come all the way to Seattle to crash a convention of music reviewers for some reason, and we talked about music for a long time. I kept almost saying "Hey, it's me! Bábóg from the board!," but never did, not sure why. Then he gave me a bunch of prints of artwork he had done, mostly paintings of Native Americans from the NW(?) which he signed with his real name, then crumpled up before giving them to me. Apparently this was to prevent people from easily being able to make reproductions from them, and to help identify fraudulent prints if they weren't crumpled the right way. The rest of the dream consisted mostly of various very non-metal friends of mine randomly showing up to metal shows after really embarrassing attempts at dressing appropriately.

I'm not sleeping well, what with the bed bugs and the trippy antihistamines.

In my dream I wrote a script for a movie and I shared the text here on Trollboard. I felt very happy about sharing the stuff until I realized that the script is in Hungarian and nobody understands Hungarian here.