It is Halloween and I am putting on my costume. It is a red gown but I notice that there are several visible spots and stains on the front of the dress. It is impossible to wear it and I have to take it off and look for something else. I see my cousins and friends from home and they are all looking quite nice. I have a feeling they have seen the spots on my dress. For some reason everyone is wearing very nice ballgowns for Halloween. I take one final look at my dress but it looks too dirty. I talk to some strangers that seem to be friends of my friends. They suggest I go to a certain hotel to lend a gown. I am now at a luxury hotel and I am going to try to convince the man behind the desk to lend me a dress. He is standing behind something that looks like a bullet-proof window and I have to talk to him through a small gap in the thick glass. He says it is quite difficult to find anything at this hour. I beg him to help me and finally he lets me in through a door that leads to a room behind the front desk. I see a bunch of dresses and clothes, obviously intended for Halloween party-goers. I skim through the chaotic racks but cannot really find anything I like. Now I am talking to a friend (J.P.) and she is sitting down at a long table together with some friends. She is wearing dark clothes and says to me as she holds up a skirt with black lace: 'Look at this horrible thing, who would wear this?' I earlier saw a woman wearing a similar skirt. It looked quite ugly. I still haven't found a dress for Halloween.

A woman and a man are sitting in a row boat and are floating fast down a wide rapid. The waves are a chaos of brown and gray and the boat is open to the elements. I am the woman. I sit in the boat so I face downstream. The man is sitting with his back downstream so we face each other. I am scared and worried. The man is calm. He says he thinks the waves are magnificent. I move toward him and tell him that I want to hold his hands and I stretch out my hand towards his arm. 'Give me your hand,' I say. 'I don’t need my hands anymore," he answers. The woman stares at the man. Her face has an expression of disbelief and horror. The man no longer has any arms! Instead he has now partly morphed into the boat so that his torso and head are human but the rest is inseparable from the boat. His bearded face keeps looking at me, staring right into my eyes. His torso almost has a wood-like texture. I try to calm myself down, and I tell him or myself: 'But I like (holding) hands…' I see us approaching a steep and high waterfall. I feel the boat flip half-ways over and we stay in the boat. I wish I could hold his hand.

I see an underwater parade. I am walking on the pebbly ocean floor together with a mass of people. Some have chunky cars with bubble-like wheels. The people are going to walk/travel very far. It is dark here and I can see the pebbles and how smooth they are. They are loosely arranged on the ocean floor and when the cars move over the pebbles fall into new positions. To my left I see what looks like a path. It is lit by street lights. We continue straight ahead and I can see street lights lighting up our path as well.

I am traveling with someone and I come to an old house. A family lives here. We meet the mother and she shows us around in the house. It looks almost like a mid-1800s museum, with items and décor from that time. I see where the master of the house's room is. We stay in a day room and talk to the woman. I think we are on the coast, and I think we are en route somewhere. There are so many old things that you have to be careful about when you live here.

I might be hiding from someone or just simply trying to get warm. I walk into what looks like a huge room filled with bunk beds. People are sleeping on the beds. Some beds have diner-style tables attached to them and people are sleeping on the seats. Most people have pulled blankets in gray colors over themselves so they all look very similar. I and my friend, whom I don't recognize, are trying to find a place to rest. It is cold and we are tired. We end up having to go into another room and find a diner table with seats. I think someone is looking for us and I am anxious not to be seen because I/we might get chosen.

I am in the middle of a yoga session. I am resting on my yoga mat and am lying on my right side. I pull a veil or sheet over my face and head. I can see through it. A slight breeze or draft coming from the front of the room. It is hitting my head and I can feel the wind on my face. I hear the instructor ask the students to do a rather advanced pose which means that the student will lean on one arm and throw the rest of the body swiftly up to the side and then land in a cross-legged position. I see a woman do it and she successfully lands, to my great surprise. No one seem to mind that I am resting.

I am at what seems to be UCLA's track-and-field area. I am advising a man on how to get to an English pub nearby. I see a street from above and I know that Tom and Nicole live at the end of the street.

I am walking into a house. A family that I vaguely know live here. The house is extremely beautiful and the walls and floors are in dark noble wood. I see a room that could pass for a small kitchen or a bedroom. I see a counter and some modern design in earthy colors. We continue on into another room. The sister and brother in the family are with me. It is time to go to sleep and the brother hold my head close to his. I think his sister is not very happy about it. When I look out the window I see Tom's and Nicole's home. I try to spot someone inside the house but I cannot see anyone. I am now inside a room with a lot of small decorated containers attached to the walls. They look like small white boxes with picturesque motives imprinted on them. I see that they are hanging up-side-down. The brother is packing something. I keep observing the containers and I wonder what possibly could be kept inside of them.

We are sitting at round tables outside. I sit together with my father and some other people and L. is sitting alone at the other table. I know that people I doubting me. My father is insinuating that I am not telling the truth. L. says that I seem to be the only one who speaks truth here. Someone asks me if that is true. I say: 'If you listen to the words I say.' I am surprised that L. supports me.

I am at the camping ground together with old friends. There is a thin and fragile foot bridge somehow suspended above the water. I hang from the bridge and let myself fall into the water. A. is here. I introduce him to my old friends. He is a little suspicious of them.

Now I am standing in our cabin at the camping ground. It is a mess. I walk into the bathroom and someone has left half a dozen toothbrushes on the three shelves near the mirror. I throw most of the stuff away. I notice a newer toothbrush and walk out to the main room to ask if it is someone's. It is either M's or M's. For some reason they see me use the toothbrush and I pretend that they did not see me. I feel ashamed of it and return to the bathroom. Now I am arranging perfume bottles on the shelves. It will look nice when I am done. When I am almost done I realize I did not dust or wipe off the shelves. It is quite dark in the room and the perfume bottles look very classy in an old fashioned way.

I am late for a school party. I have had problems doing my hair and now I have short curly hair that is impossible to control. I am angry. I am not usually late and it feels actually fun to be a little late. I walk into the hall and I hear people whisper about me. I might have been crying. My friends are spread out in the hall and I cannot decide whom to sit with. I decide to sit with A. who sits alone. I think someone talks about me and says: 'Look at how she walked in wearing sunglasses.'

Later on we go to a Middle Eastern bar. When we enter a group of terrorists come out. They just give us a glance and walk out. They are wearing green hats. Inside there is a dance floor and D. is break dancing. I stumble and fall nearby and apologize while I get back up on my feet.

While awake...

A wonderful artist named Kaj Stenvall paints
sceneries that are absolutely otherworldly and yet so familiar. Just as dreams are...
The paintings have a dream-like quality about them...
Indulge!

We are sitting in the livingroom of my parents' house. We are watching a movie about a couple and their adventurous life. (Earlier I dream about this couple but in real-time.) A is falling asleep on the couch. We have had a few drinks. I am tired too and am about to doze off when I hear a quiet knocking on the door. I don't react and much later I realize that the knocking has not stopped. I walk up to a window to see who is at the door. I knock on the window and J and her boyfriend show up. I run to the door to let them in. I ask them how long they have been waiting. J says that they have been there for about half an hour. They both look very cold, especially J. It is in the middle of the night and J is only wearing a thin cotton cardigan. It is a cold and moist air and I can see how the humid air have settled on their clothes as they walk into the livingroom. A is now sitting upright in the couch and the same movie is still on. I think it has been on for almost three hours now. The characters have been through a lot and this is the point where we see what happened 'afterward.'

I am standing in my friend's childhood home. I am waiting for her and am walking in the livingroom. I don't know where my friend is. I see her mother appear in the doorway of a room. She is wearing a bathrobe and she tells me that she is getting ready to go to bed. It is 9:30 p.m. and I wonder why she is going to bed so early. She tells me that I can stay and wait for her daughter if I like and nods toward the livingroom. She is about to close the door when I finally ask her where my friend is. There she is, her mother points behind me. My friend is sitting in a lean chair behind me. How did she get there? I think she has to rise early tomorrow.

I am walking home from my friend's. The landscape looks different because there are som additional fields and bodies of waters on the way. As I walk I see a shallow lake and a field. My sister and my dad (?) are there.They are working in the field. I talk to them and want to get closer but a wide ditch preventing me from getting to the other side. The water is dark and rapid and it seems to flow from left to right from my point of view. I cannot jump across it. I see fish in the shallow lake/pond on the other side nearby the field. First I see the back of a large fish surfacing. I tell my sister to look. She tells me that she can see them and that they like to do that. I see more fish. They are about a yard long and are dark brown/green. They look like catfish/salmon. Several of them come up to the surface and I can almost see their entire bodies as the swim quietly and slowly in the dark water. One of the fish move toward the ditch and falls into it. It disappears under the surface and I assume it continues downstream. I think to myself that that is what some of those fish sometimes do. I look at the ditch and how small it is for such a big fish and I wonder where it will go and if it will survive.

I am an android. I think I used to be a human being. I am inside a house and there is a group of people involved in some kind of
activity. Most humans have been changed into/replaced with androids. It is difficult to tell the difference between them but I can feel what it feels like being an android. Different.

While awake...

Some excellent dream music. Choose 'Luscious Voices.'

I am standing by a lake or river. An African tour guide is trying to convince me to join a safari tour that would last three days. It would include horseback riding, kayaking, and elephant riding. I am asking him about details and he is really intent on making me go along.
I am swimming. I see a kayak and another kayak made of plastic. I choose the plastic kayak and when I sit on it the middle part of it submerges in the water. I don't care and paddle my way toward the beach where I see my friends. I walk up to them and feel uncomfortable since I am wearing a bikini. I talk to S. We sit in a bush like environment with visibility towards the water. Some people are jumping off the jetty into the water.

I walk onto a tennis court and see Michael Douglas/Robert de Niro throwing old tennis balls against a wall. Or maybe it is a woman. The tennis balls are faded yellow and dirty, as if they have been lying in dirt for years. There is a photo of Michelle Pfeiffer and someone rips it in three pieces and gives it to us (?) - and says, 'Here, look at it now!' I see that what used to be Michelle's body ripped in three pieces now has new faces and added body parts. They are the faces of myself and my sisters. I look at each of the pieces in disbelief and the person ripping the photo tells me ' Well if you don't believe it then how do you explain the backside of it?' I look at the backside of the photo pieces and see something written on it that finally make it seem utterly magical to me. How can this be?

We are looking at a page with graphics that includes information about a writer who has written at least seven or more books. The titles of the books/papers are written on the page. It looks very modern and some of the titles are written in an angle toward the other titles. The background colors are in red and black and gray.
It looks like an LA Weekly article.

We are looking at a skit show that A thinks uses the same material that was used in an earlier movie.

I am underwater. Through a hole I descend deeper into the water while holding my breath. I am a man. I am holding a glass jar with a lid and inside the jar I see small, almost microscopic, shrimps. I let them out when I enter a part of the water that is lit up by a beam of light. I see big man of wars floating and undulating nearby. They have a light blue shimmer about them. I return to the surface to catch my breath but soon lower myself back into the deep. It is easier to descend this time. I can see very well underwater and again I see these light beams that divide the darker parts of the water like long three-dimensional strips that stretch far into the distance. Sometimes I cross the light beams but I never turn around to see where the light comes from. I am close to the bottom of the water and it is flat. In the distance I see the end, a wall. Near the wall is a row of large beds. The beds are covered with large sheets that have the colors of the sea; white, light green and gray-blue hues. The beds are about ten yards apart from each other. I look at the sheets that are piled up as if someone was sleeping beneath them or as if someone just got up. I approach one of the beds. I am a little afraid of what I might find. A woman I hope, because I am a man. I lie down on the bed and it is comfortable. I am now a woman. Someone invisible approaches the bed and embraces me.

While awake...

What do you dream?
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I am in a city landscape together with some other people. I am looking at a map trying to locate where we are. I have two maps; one is of this current neighborhood and the other one is our home area. Both are part of the same city. When I look at the maps I see that they have the same code written on them but there is one number that differs. It must be the area code. The numbers I see might be 86 and 87 or 68 and 67. I try to see if I can find any streets that I know on the maps that can help me. I can't seem to find any connecting features that would help us find the way back to our known neighborhood. I keep looking for known street names. No luck.
As we are talking we look up and see a bullet shaped airplane land on a runway in the middle of the city. It literally looks like the cockpit and a chopped off passenger area. No wings.

I am looking for something to wear. I want to wear something nice. I am thinking of a pair of pants with a shirt. I see a white button down shirt with light green plaid pattern. I like it.

I am looking at myself in a face sized mirror. I have bangs and shoulder length hair. I wear no make-up. I select a foundation and squeeze out some on my fingertips. It is dark brown. It is too dark for my complexion. I find another tube with really light foundation. I mix the light and dark foundations and hope it will be the right tone.

I am in a large building that looks like the youth house. This place has been cleaned up and they are still renovating some parts of it. It looks very different from before. There are people here who might be part of a type of summer activity camp or something similar. I am walking into a wood paneled room. There are no windows. The walls have a medium light wood color. I am alone in the room. I open a cabinet door and see a wall behind it. There used to be something else. I am thinking that the supervisor really has cleaned up here and getting rid of the shit.
I am talking to to L. She says that she is now working as a nurse at the 'University Hospital in J:stad'. She says that she can only live once a week and that is when she comes here. Maybe this is an art center of some kind? We sit on an elevated piece of furniture and talk when we see a group of children run up to a table nearby. The table is filled with nutrition bars and other types of sweets. The children grab as many bars as they can an run our. One boy has a backpack and I can see that he plans on putting several fistfuls of bars in his bag. I tell him that he cannot take extras with him. If he wants more he will have to come back later. D stands nearby and overhears me. We exchange a glance.

In the yard a little girl is playing with leaves that she has placed in a wooden salad bowl. She has a little picnic table on rollers where she has plates and other things. She is mixing the leaves. People are lining up pretending to get 'food'. I see how the little girl is carefully mixing the leaves. A man is standing nearby and he is serving up some of the leaves on his plate. I realize that it is salad after all. I see different types of lettuce in the wooden bowl. The girl is very young.

As in an old documentary I see a man skiing in trees. He does this by having hooks attached to his ski poles and he swings himself in strong and elegant motions from branch to branch. Sometimes he even does somersaults before he hooks on to another branch. He is very skilled. The trees have no leaves and they seem to be sturdy birch trees. I see him swinging against a backdrop of black tree branches that spread out against the dusk blue sky. Later on I see an old newspaper clip of him or another man that did the same thing. The paper has yellowed.

I am talking to a girl and she is thinking about going home. She wants to go home she tells me. I ask her where she is going and she says Arizona. That is eight hours by car I say. She is planning on biking there. She doesn't seem to think of it as a strange thing to do. She sits on the edge of her bed in what looks like my old room, the English Room, and she is talking on the phone. She says she is calling her dad.

I am biking, perhaps home. My bike is not very fast and it is very difficult to pedal. I am getting tired. I know that I will have to bike for a long time. I am wearing a poncho-like jacket with a hood. I don't carry much luggage and I kind of regret that I did not bring more stuff with me. In the sky ahead I see an enormous black cloud. There is going to be a thunderstorm, I think to myself. It begins to rain. I am getting wet and I pull up the hood but it rains through my jacket. I come to a village and I want to call up someone for help. I try to locate a public phone in the village. There is a bar/diner and the people point to a public phone. I am not sure if I have any coins. I finally dial some numbers and A.G. answers. I am thinking that she didn't bike home and that they gave here a job as a receptionist instead.

I am back at the youth house but it now looks like my parents' house. I walk outside and see D standing there. It is really warm out here, I say. D says, "Yes, it sure is." The damp humid air is intensified by the thick green foliage of the birch trees that surround us.

I am browsing in a bookstore. I find several smaller items that I am interested in. A is here with me. I look at a book in Finnish. It has lesson plans. I walk up to the register to find out what it will cost. 124 mk the woman behind the counter tells me. She also brings out a folder with my previous balance and it turns out that I have several unpaid bills that stem from credit card purchases. They amount up to several thousand marks. I wonder how I am going to pay for it. A and I talk about some book or item that we see together.

M and E are in the store as well. They are looking for New York T-shirts as a gift for someone. I see they have spread out several T-shirts on the floor. There is a 'N.Y. Viper Room' T-shirt, a gray tank top, and some other regular looking tourist T-shirts. A white extremely long N.Y. logo T-shirt is spread out to the right and I push my shopping cart up to it and a little over it. M asks me to be careful. I apologize and tell them I didn't see it, but I actually did.

I am at someone's house. There is going to be a protest in the streets this evening and everyone is gathering indoor. Only protesters are allowed outside. It may become dangerous.

A's (?) mother is visiting. She is sitting in the small kitchen and there is a dark brown plush couch blocking the entry to the kitchen. There are also miscellaneous items stacked up along the wall to the right that further prevents an easy access to the kitchen. She is sitting there at a small table and talking to A (?). For a while I stand behind the couch and look at them. She seems to accept things, I think to myself. I am amazed that she has not commented on how messy it is. But she stays in the kitchen behind the couch and she speaks with a low murmuring voice.

I walk into the bathroom to get Q-tips. I pick up three or four out of the box. I need them to wipe off or spread out something on A's face. Or maybe the feet.

I am observing a party at a roomy New York apartment as if I was watching a TV-show. A girl has some friends over. Maybe one or two friends. They sit in the dining room. The pieces of furniture are quite simple but still elegant. Not too stuffed. The lighting is somehow dimmed. They are in the livingroom sitting on the couch when her room mates come home. She has perhaps been waiting for them to come home to take part in the gathering. The room mates seem surprised at finding a party there and apologize for not being home earlier. If they had known, they say. The girl is upset and disappointed.

While awake...

Montague Ullman and his dream research is a must for dreamers.

What did you dream?

J is showing me her injured arms. Someone pulled her arms with such great force that her arm bones popped out of their joints. It is very painful but she can still move her arms. I think she tells me that some kids have been pulling her arms. I wonder if she really is injured.

I am telling my friends S and A about a gift delivery that I recently got. It was delivered by a big bird and the gift was attached to the bird's feet. Later on I change my story a little and say that I actually only got a note with the bird and that the gift was delivered in another way. I explain it by saying that the gift would have been too heavy for the bird to fly with. I laugh as I say this because the image of a bird flying with a heavy gift attached to its feet seems amusing to me. I make this sound very special and I know that very few people have had gifts delivered by birds. My friends listen attentively. S also tells us of a bird delivered gift that she once got.

There is a party at my parents' house. Everyone must leave their clothes outside the house to the right. There is a table and some rocks to put the clothes on. The guests put their jackets and sweaters on the table in huge piles. It is very chilly outside and the clothes are left in open air and they are now for some reason soaking wet. There are doormen supervising this and I can even see a Plexiglas wall to the left that is preventing people from entering the house. I look at the clothes and they are all just thrown in random piles. They look as if they have been taken straight out of a washing machine. I wonder how the guests will ever find their clothes when it is time to go home. It will take forever to find one's jacket. I see that someone has attempted to put her/his clothes on the ground behind the table and the rocks so they will be easier to find. A sweater and a small black plastic bag. I am talking to a guy outside the house and I can see that he is cold. I fetch his sweater, it is white and a little damp, and I hold it up against his torso and tell him: 'Here, you will be warmer.' He says: 'No thanks, I will wait until I get home.' But he is visibly glad that I am offering help. We are hugging each other and there is a great feeling of comfort because everything around us is freezing cold, dark and damp. I don't know this person. There are a lot of people here by the look of the pile of clothes. I do however not see that many other people.

While awake...
Are you?

Dream Dictionary

"You see things and you say 'Why?'. But I dream things that never were, and I say 'Why Not?'" George Bernard Shaw
(1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic.

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I am diving in the sea without diving gear. I am leading a group of sealions or other kind of graceful sea dwelling mammals. It is not very difficult to hold my breath but I am aware that I have to concentrate in order to maintain the effort. I am diving in deep water and I can see some distance ahead of me but the water does not seem to be entirely clear. It is gray-green, and there is a slight twilight. The animals behind me are moving fast and I am trying to move as gracefully as I can by keeping my arms to my side as I kick with both my legs parallel in order to move faster through the water.
Now I see a drawn diagram of a pod of sea mammals and different formations that they can swim in with a human leader. The human is suggested to hold the breath underneath the pod. I look at the diagram and I know that I am not following the guidelines exactly but I am still moving well.
I see another woman leading the sea mammals and she is moving extremely fast. She is diving horizontally in the water and the mammals are right behind her. She might be breathing water or is capable of holding her breath really well.

I am sitting in a park outside a castle. I am wearing short shorts and I am sitting cross-legged on the soft green lawn. I look up toward the castle/mansion and see a splendid white patio with pillars and ivy climbing up the walls. Some of the windows are open and there are French windows leading onto the patio. From the patio a short case of stairs lead out toward the lawn where I am sitting. A woman in Victorian clothing appears through the doorway and she approaches me. She has a very strict and almost offended look on her face. She tells me that I am inappropriately dressed and eyes my from head to toe. I still sit there and do not appear to want to move. The lady walks away and I now have a huge jelly bean like piece of candy in my hand. It is the size of a plum. I put it to my mouth and take a small bite of it. Inside the candy is a soft runny liquid. I am wondering whether I really am inappropriately dressed and I look down at my shorts. I know that I am not welcome here.

I walk along a street and meet my sister. We decide to have a cigarette. I put down a backpack and see that there are a bunch of crumbs and odd items on top of the backpack. There are some other people too. We are standing at the corner of a street. It might be evening. I look at the items on my backpack and try to brush them off as if they were not mine.

I am flying with a small seaplane over a tropical archipelago. I am on vacation with some other people. I am looking our through the plane window and I can see lots of people at the small and crammed up harbor where we are about to land. When the plane lands in the water I can see two or three men who are swimming fast beside the plane. They are guiding the plane and making sure that it is landing correctly.
Now I am again on a seaplane. I can again see small tropical islands below and we are about to land. This time I think we will land in the water near the harbor but instead we seem to land as a helicopter would on a small platform. Some twenty people are standing so close by that I wonder how the pilot can land so close to them without anyone getting hurt. Or rather wht those people are allowed to stand so close. Perhaps they are waiting to leave.
I am driving along a road on the island. It does not look very tropical after all. I am driving along a countryside road and we come closer to a field where people are riding horses on an obstacle course. The grass is somewhat dry. I observe the horseback riders.

I am sitting at a group of two picnic tables. Most of the people sit at the other table but for some reason I choose to sit at this one, alone to begin with. I choose a seat that is placing me with my back toward the other group. Then I turn my chair halfway around so I can see the people I am there with. I notice that A.M.K./A.N. has red blotches on her neck and upper chest. She has an allergic reaction. A.G. or someone notice that A.M.K. has placed tiny bandaids over the red areas. They are some type of medicinal bandaids and A.G. freak out. A.M.K. should not have put them on without permission since we don't know what kind of reaction she is having. A.G. rips of the bandaids one by one until all of them are taken off. Then A.G. seems so beside herself that she just walks away. I walk over to A.M.K that is now more like A.N. and I am wearing gloves. I comfort her and tell her that she will be all right. She should not worry, we will find something that will help her soon.
I am back at the table. All of a sudden people are walking toward me. I see many old friends approach and they all want to sit at my table. It is good to see my friends and we sit and talk. There are people I have known since my early childhood.

I notice that the shower and bathroom is broken in the cottage I am staying in so I walk over to the other cottage. Someone is sleeping in a cot near the bathroom. It is a man. I don't think I know him. I try to be quiet but can't help but laugh at how silly it is. I am half expecting to see D.L. there so I can tell her. A moment later she turns up and I laughingly whisper to her that I had to come over and use the bathroom and shower. She says ok. The man in the bed is awake and comments on what we have said. He is nicelooking. I think I have used the shower already.

I am at the White House. The interior is dark noble wood. I seem to be very familiar with the president and his staff. I am looking at his guestbook that is placed on a table in the spacey livingroom and I am pointing out my entry to A or someone else. I point to a rather largely written text with noticeably different and curly decorations. I can't see exactly what I have written but it is some type of comment, perhaps a funny one that I know the president would like. It seems as if I have been here several times before. Later on when I think about it am a little surprised that I am so familiar with this place and the president since he is such a well known person (as opposed to myself.)

E and her groups of housemates are being part of some type of BB experiment. It is early in the morning, 5 a.m., and E is getting up. I am sitting on the couch. It looks like my uncle's house. M.N. is getting up later than E even if M.N. has to leave (for work) sooner than E. E seems upset at it and enters the shower before M.N. When she comes out there are more people around. I don't seem to know them all but someone is helping E put on her bra without her having to take off her tank top. She is standing in the bathroom doorway.

It is still early. I am now outdoor talking a walk/bike ride or rollerblading. It is a very green a lush neighborhood with nicely manicured houses and front yards. It is quiet and peaceful. I see G and her husband rollerblading on the sidewalk together with a man that looks like a celebrity (Mickey Rourke?). I see that G has very slender legs now that she has done rollerblading after she gave birth. I know that E will join G for a rollerblading trip during lunch later on. I continue my hike and pass a low fence with smooth wood where a little puppy is leashed nearby. I might have a dog with me in a cart that is being pulled behind me, because the little puppy on the yard is barking and trying to reach me. I am a little afraid but I know that the dog can't reach or harm me. Later on I am perhaps climbing up a tower. It might be similar to a airport watch tower but this is more like an apartment. Janet is there. We are looking out over a view - maybe water.

On my earlier walk I encounter someone who has what is called a 'cataract' removed from her body. It can be removed by pulling it out through the navel or stomach, with serious bleeding and loss of intestines as a result. Some hosts would still survive but it took a long time to recover. There was also another way of removing a 'cataract'. It was less invasive and the host would stay alive. The procedure was different and the 'cataract' was taken out through the neck or chest. I was told by someone that if one saw a 'cataract' walk around without its host one should report it. But I was also told that no one really reported these kinds of things. I think I saw a 'cataract'. It was very small.

I am looking out over a field with a fir tree backdrop. Students are lining up for some type of activity that I am supervising. Now I am in a classroom setting. I am a little irritated at the fact that some of the rows are not perfectly lined up. Each student sits individually at a desk. S i talking out loud. This is my first time with this group. It is a group of teenagers and S is drawing a lot of attention from his classmates. I start the class and am thinking that I have to show them who is in charge. I compose myself and call for attention. S will not stop talking even if everyone else is quiet and attentive. Finally I ask him:"You don't want to be here?" First he looks a little frightened and then he smiles up and says:"Nope!" I think for a beat and tell him:"Fine, then go home, leave." He gets up and leaves the room. I feel a little guilty and shocked that he really left. I follow him out and tells him:"Make sure you tell your mother to call me when you get home, I want to talk to her." He nods or says he will.

E is visiting. I am walking around in a type of showcase deparment store that sell interior decoration items. I might be on the way to a concert or something. There is a bottle of water. A is also there. We walk around and walk through a bathroom like installation. I am now at a summerhouse. It looks like O and G's summer place. E is there and there is talk about going out with the boat. I don't want to go. I want to sleep. I see E go down to the water and take off in a small kayak/canoe. I see her take off towards left and disappear behind some buildings near the water. I wonder if someone can see me from the outside since the window facing the water is quite big and it is getting darker outside. The lights are on inside and I keep wondering if someone is watching me. E returns.

I am walking into a house and it feels as if I am entering the attic. There is a room filled with people. Most of them are old and
grey. They sit around the room and wonder why we (I might be there with A but I am not sure) came there. This house is a
place that people come to - but no one ever leaves the house. Old men are looking at me with puzzled looks - they want me
to tell them - now that I AM here - what it is like out there nowadays. I begin to understand that I am not leaving but I decide
to leave after all and I walk toward the door. I hear protests from the people in the room but I push the door and it opens.
Another door in front of me is closed. I am now aware that I am dreaming. I try to push this door open but as soon as it has
opened a little someone seems to push against it on the other side. I try again but to no avail. Then I become angry and I say OPEN -
and the door opens up! I walk through and I am now close to the exit but I see a door to my left and I open it. A hallway with
another door. I open that door. I am aware of my dream and I am thinking that I am probably creating these doors because
I am afraid of what is hiding behind them. So I decide to think that this next door that I open will reveal whatever it will, that
I am now ready to see it. It opens with my will...

1/12/01
I am walking around in an apartment store looking at sales items. It feels like it is a store in Finland. Ilana is there as
well and we look at some kind of small box or kitchy item. We think that it looks sweet. Ilana is wearing very nice casual
sportswear type of clothing. I am thinking that it looks good and that Ilana could afford to buy it. I am being dragged behind
her in a rope that is connected to her. I sit down, lie down, let myself be pulled along the floor. Occasionally I almost bump into
clothes racks but it doesn't hurt. I feel a little childish but I want to be as heavy a burden as I can to her.

I am in David Letterman's city apartment. He has set up another of those stupid human trick performances and I am part
of a group of people on a huge multi-tandem bike trying to operate it without touching our feet to the floor. I am third or
fourth from the front. A man, gymnast-like, sits in the front and directs things. The first bicyclist behind him is a woman and
she has to share the pedals with him without interrupting the pedaling. The man takes his feet off the pedals
and the woman takes over and immediately continues to pedal. It looks difficult and I look down to see how I will
manage to do it when it is my turn. Some people have to crawl into awkward positions in order to reach the pedals and it
all takes place in silence. The man in front is giving encouraging smiles. I wonder how we all keep our balance.
Nothing seems to be supporting the bike, and it is not visibly moving even if we are pedaling.

I am on a fishing boat. There are big silvery fish on the deck. I see that one of them is dolphin like and its rear is missing.
The humanlike face and eyes scares me. I look at it from above and its face is one big grey blur. Someone (it?) says
something about not looking into its eyes. I am scared because it has a magnetic power on me. I am trying to avoid it and
grab the fish and try to throw it over board. It knows that I want to get rid of it and grasps onto my hand so I cannot let go of it even if I try to throw it as hard as I can. The fish/dolphin turns into a hand! It is now a grey cement hand as of a statue. It holds onto my hand and it is even harder to let go of it. I am struggling hard and can tell that the hand is really trying to make it impossible for me to let go of it. One last attempt. All of a sudden I see a little child standing on the deck near the railing where I am trying to throw away the hand. I am so engaged in throwing away the hand that the child falls into the water as I finally
force the cement/clay hand out of my own grasp. In horror and despair I see the child in the water. I feel terrible and surprised
at the same time. Where did the little child appear from?

I am riding a water scooter in the ocean. I am afraid of turning the scooter in case it would tip over. I notice however that
it is not very difficult. There are some friends standing on the beach watching me and smiling at my insecurity. Now I notice
that for each round that I make in the water seaweed grows out of the water and makes it difficult to drive the water
scooter. The seaweed is green and thick and soon I have nowhere to move in the water. I am talking to my friends on the beach
and am laughing hysterically at what happened. It is very funny and I want to talk to my friends about it. They talk about the
mechanics of the water scooter with each other. That's guys I think, but am still laughing.