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I dreamt I was a rockstar last night.

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.

I’m having the weirdest dreams lately. My head is so full and dreaming so heavily that I can hardly catch enough sleep, even though I make 7+ hour nights. I’m also not quite sure what to do about it. It must be work that’s driving me up the walls, otherwise I don’t really know… and that’s going to last for a few additional weeks still *sighs*
The funny thing is though that the dreams are not about work at all, but internet life instead…

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…

Seriously, my mind offers endless entertainment when I sleep. Especially when I’m sick and sleeping. I went home at lunchtime because I was sweating and trembling at the same time, and the headache was breaking through the ibuprofen.

At least I tried, I thought, and rode the train home. When I came home I sat about for a bit before going to bed at 2pm or something. I slept till 8, waking up very close to screaming. Lannie with fever makes for insane nightmares. God, I’m still all shaken up.

What I dreamt was that I was pretty far away from home, still about an hour’s ride. I had dropped off my sisters at some place (?) and now had to ride the last bit home by myself. It was clouded, the trees were green, I was wearing a black dress (my favourite summer dress), and I was sporting something that came very close to a migraine. Hammering headache.

Now, the car in itself was a future invention. The idea of it was that you controlled the car by thought. While the car thought for itself mostly by figuring out how to pass other cars and when to keep distance and how to take that corner in the road, you would function as it’s TomTom, giving it short commands by thought through a telepathic field. Go left, go right. That kind of stuff. You only had to think the route, and the car would take you there.
It was quite a sensitive thing and it worked pretty well for me usually. But on this day I was having a blinding headache and I was very discouraged about having to go all the way home while feeling like shit. So standing before a traincrossing, waiting for the train to come by, I thought, very clearly: “Fucking headache, I wish I was dead.”

And the car pulled up and drove straight onto the traintracks.
I screamed, tried to get the car to move, but it wouldn’t respond to my manual override. I only had a second or two before the train met up with me. Upon impact of the train, I woke all at once, trying to scream but collapsing in coughing.

Great fun, my mind. It sucks.