DREAM SCENES

I stand by a small lake with a fishing rod and a yellow spinner. I have no luck. Then I almost crush two or three baby frogs with my feet. I crouch to have a closer look. Now I see one spider-like insect who attacks some sort of caterpillar. I don’t know what to do. I hate to see the little caterpillar dying but if I interrupt the hungry insect might starve to death! The fight is natural, I think to myself, but also very real with real consequences. Eventually I decide to do nothing but watching.

I am in a room but decide to leave so I fly upwards through the ceiling. For a moment I think about just playing around in the clouds, but soon I get an impulse that I want to go to Cuba. I choose a direction, as if my mere intent of going somewhere takes me there. Soon I can see several small islands and cliffs in the sea. It doesn’t look the way I thought it would. My disappointment is short-lived though, because I hear a boat coming towards me. I turn around and see a boat with what I first believe to be a norwegian flag. I wonder where they are going and what norwegians are doing outside Cuba. I decide to follow them and soon they reach their destination, which is one of the islands in the area. When I get closer I can see that they actually are american scientists. What are they doing here? I think to myself. One of them enters the back of a huge truck. My curiousity forces me to follow, but just as I’m about reveal their cargo I decide to wake up.

Me and some other people struggle to get all the sheep inside the minivan. Finally we’re able to close the doors, but the mere sight of the terrified sheep makes me sick. It’s extremely skimpy and I can understand their panic as they literally stand on each other. We get into the car and the driver starts driving towards my grandparents’ new home. During the trip we play guitar. Everyone plays the same song, over and over again. When we reach our goal the sheep are gone and now we have a couple of dogs instead. Me and one of the dogs get off while the other continue driving. My  grandparents say hello, and then start to show me their house and especially one of the rooms which has just been renovated. I like it. On a table lies a pile of books. I look at the them and find among other things scores of music I’ve never heard. I also find a photograph of my grandparents and two of their friends (another couple) in which they are quite young and jumping.

I am sitting in a car. Someone else is driving while I’m looking out over the urban landscape. The sunset cannot be seen, though it’s getting darker and darker. Suddenly I see lots of airplanes – military fighters – in the air. Their tremendous speed makes me nervous and soon the entire sky is filled with loud flying machines. Very quickly I realize that the situation is out of control – I actually suspect we’re being invaded by aliens. The car stops and I get out as fast as possible, then I start running. When we reach the corner of the block I get down on my kness to rest, but accidentally put my hand in some sort of wet mud. By the wall I see a coat and beneath the fabric a strange creature. It’s not a human being but it’s not one of the (presumably evil) attacking aliens either. This being is made of, or entirely covered with, mud. My first reaction is to look for what direction to flee, but at the same time I know that this dressed living mud want me know harm – so I stay.