It made for some weird dreams of course, I dreamed I was condemned. They would hang me on the next morning, but I got one day to set things aright, so I spent that planning my funeral with Ol and my dad (we were all rather dispassionate about the whole thing, I was a bit bewildered by the concept) and then I went into a city, which was a weird cross between Madrid and Amsterdam to some factory to… well, arrange things. I thought I could prove my innocence – there was something like identity theft involved. So I did something there, I have no idea what, it involved some ass kicking. And then I had to go back, and the day was beautiful and sunny, and I walked through the city in the sunlight and felt very surreal. Walked underneath sprinklers that shimmered in the sunlight, and felt really happy for a moment, because this might be my last good moment and I knew I had to make the most of it. Shortly thereafter I woke up, feeling terribly out of it. It was… weird.

Today I played courier for my colleague and delivered a package to a client that had to be there before 3pm. I got the call at 11am, hopped in the car, and the client had it before 1pm. So I did my good deed of the day, haha
And now it’s nearly time to go home.

I went to bed exhaustedly at 11pm last night, only to wake up in cold sweat half an hour later because I dreamt that the apartmentbuilding we were in (having a party, boozing it up & watching Fight Club) was on fire and there was no way out and we couldn’t find my cellphone to call the alarm number. Fun times

(Question though, for you people… do you have recurring fictional places in your dreams? This apartment building always comes back, as well as a certain warehouse in various forms – I could sketch out the whole floorplan of the place. And it returns pretty much as a setting every few months. You guys got that too or is my brain just lazy thinking up location settings?)

Work’s good, but my head’s definitely busy. Too many impressions! I’ll type out my Lowlands report really soon though, don’t want to forget. There’s already pics up if you’re interested at my and Olli’s picasa

And when I sobbed why I wasn’t allowed to get out, going nuts with cabin fever and fear, the guy with the gun said: “There’s the exit. But if you go out, I’ll shoot all survivors one by one.”

And I ran out. I came outside to the ambulances and police, and there was a huge crowd of people there. Olli was there too and everyone was rushing towards me. It was raining and I was crying and I shouted: “No wait, we have to talk – he’s going to kill everyone!”

And then I woke up.

Or, at least… I was on stage with Bren and Olli, on this huge Uitmarkt-like outdoor stage near Amsterdam Central Station, on a summer evening, and we were rocking really hard. We had our 10 dB’s stageroles, so I played bass and Olli played (electric, for some reason) drums, Bren played electric guitar. I can’t remember much of the music we played, but I remember the crowd, and that was awesome.
And then after the gig we announced we’d be hanging out in some bar and that was enough to get the fans enthusiastic to go there too – just like we always saw with other bands, we said to each other. And it was AWESOME.

Best dream of the year already! I woke up grinning.

So yesterday night I was dreaming I was sitting in a bathtub with Jaydena of all people (yeah, it surprises me too). There was nothing sexual about it, we were just washing each other’s hair and stuff. And then suddenly she started sticking pins into my skin, said it was good for me like acupuncture… only these needles were a lot bigger. I didn’t really fight her, but I protested soundly, for it did hurt like a bitch.

And tonight I dreamed I was sitting behind my computer, playing around on Popomundo while having a chatwindow open for Wendy, and suddenly this part of my Popo screen refreshed and said: ‘updating kernel status’ or something weird like that and all these strange signs and numbers appeared in that box on the screen. Wendy, who was also Popo-ing, wondered what it was and I said confidently that it was ‘just a kernel update, it’ll go away in a few minutes’ but then all the weird signs and numbers appeared in my chat screen, like a virus. And that’s when I realized I was dreaming, or that it happened before, or both, and I turned away from my computer and woke up.

W00t, lucid dreaming! This was my first time

On a different note: Olli’s coming home tonight. Hooray! Even though we’ve been geeky and skyped together and I got lovely late-night calls because his phone accidentally called mine because it wasn’t locked in his pocket, I missed the hugs and the snuggles. A lonely Lannie is an unhappy Lannie. And I am bound to get lonely if this would’ve lasted…