Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Just a single one

Sorry, for not posting a picture of the cockerel today. Still haven't acquired a camera to take the picture with. I just wanted to write this post to remember the most crazy dream I've had in a long time.

I remember I was in a train together with two guys from university. It was a train you slept in, for long-distance journeys, and we three shared a room. One of the guys looked like he does today, while the other looked like he maybe did 5 years ago or so, as a teenager.

We were talking about the time where we had been on fresher's week at "the huge castle". One of the guys told me that he had been lucky enough to get a sleeping spot inside the castle. I then said that I had been one of the unlucky ones in the groups that had to sleep outside in the open air (in sleeping bags) in the huge park surrounding the castle.

As I say this, I suddenly find myself in this great big park outside the castle, that we were talking about. I'm in my sleeping bag, and as I wake up and get out of the bag, I feel a bit annoyed that I have to sleep outside. I walk a bit around and I find that it's now night, and there's a party going on. I enter the castle which is huge, but cosy (more like a big building than an actual stone castle). I walk around in the corridors without any real destination, I think. But then I realise it's time to leave with the train.

Now I'm back in the train again. But as I lay there in my bed on the train, the ground floor underneath suddenly disappear and I see we are driving extremely high above the ground, on a sort of traffic overpass. for trains. Sort of like rails suspended over a busy motorway. I don't exactly feel safe about this. If we fall down from our beds, we'll fall right through and about 100 metres down to the ground. I know this is normal for trains, but I still ask the others "why does it HAVE to do this?".

When I say this, a floor appears. But it's not a normal floor. It's more like a permanent floor which is stable relative to the TRACKS! Meaning that the train is actually driving over a non-moving floor. Which is complete with tables and drawers and everything. But it's rushing by quite quickly obviously. We get annoyed, because it's really dangerous to get down from our beds and go to the toilet. We might get crushed by the moving tables going against the opposite wall. To me it looked like the tables and floor were simply appearing out of one wall of our sleeping cabin, moving to the other end of the room, and disappearing there. It was quite an eerie effec, which I thought of as completely natural.

Soon, however, our train makes a halt, and we're allowed outside to stretch our legs. As I go outside a get a bit separated from the others and go down a short alley I find. At the end some small patches of grass. And on these patches reside a lot of lazy birds. But two of them appear dead. A sort of yellow, quite fat and cute one, and another that looks a bit like a chicken. I feel sorry for them and went to help them. So I go and right them up (they were lying down). At first I'm annoyed that nothing happens, but then I realise that they're simply moving sideways (walking straight up a tree for example). One of them walks straight into the interior of a bus, and I feel happy for it, because now I know it will be taken care of by the people there (who were also from the trip - they just are taking a bus instead of the train). The other bird stays with the others in a little but more normal semi-upright position (it was standing on a grass mound, so it was standing about 30 degrees more slanted than usual).

But now it's time for the trains and buses to leave! The bus leaves in front of me, but I know I wasn't on the bus so I don't stress, but I know I have to get to the train. As I get to the platform though, the train leaves right in front of me. I fly to the door (yes, I often simply leap into the air, and fly after stuff in my dream), but when I reach the door handle it slips out of my hand (for some reason my hands are slippery). The train then speeds away, and I know I can't fly any faster. Yet.

I realise that this is a dream then. So I decide that, if I close my eyes, I can move time backwards. I blink, and sure enough the train is back where it was. But once I fly for it, it speeds up. I repeat this a couple of times, but the train keeps speeding up right before I reach it and getting away. I realise that it's simple not possible for me to catch the train in this way, since it's not meant to be. The universe remembers that I didn't catch the train there, so I won't be able to.

Instead I decide to fly along over the city following the tracks. Soon I reach the most amazing structure I have ever dreamt about in any dream. It's unlike anything I have ever seen before. It's supposed to be a sort of huge traffic crossing. But it's in many different colours according to what road you've taken into the crossing, it's comprised of over 10 roads intersecting, it's floating in the air and gravity doesn't work in it. The cars and trains are arriving from all possible 3-dimensional directions. It looks sort of like a huge complicated ball of string. But with sleekly coloured roads leading into it, and ingeniously fitting together so as to create a navigationable network. It really is hard to describe, I was speechless when I woke up afterwards :P. You should have been there! Or maybe you were..

As I watch, the train enters a light green ramp and is lost in the middle of the crossing, which I can't see. I follow the green road from above but I somehow become distracted. And then suddenly I can't find it any more. The roads more look like strands to me now since I'm quite high up. I lose my spirits a bit and descend to the bottom of the structure.

Here I find a big ramp which sort of looks like a water slide that you find in water theme parks. And sure enough, when I look up, I see that the bottom of the huge structure is meant to be a water slide for kids. I don't know why, but the start of the water slide seems to be much higher up, than where you are allowed to enter it. I remember thinking that it's a necessary precaution.

As I once again take flight, I come to another curious structure. It looks sort of like a windsock (you know, those red and white coloured, cone-shaped pieces of cloth that you find at airports and such, which tell you the wind direction), and is directly connected to one of the coloured road-"strands". As I watch a sort of cone-shaped object enters the sock. And as it does a change comes over the strand. Like a wave, the colours of the strand change to bright yellow. I realise that this is done so that you can't simply follow one strand with the eye. The colours change periodically. And I know that yellow is the right colour for finding the train. So I chase after it.

Then my dreams become muddy, and I soon wake up.

Saturday, 2 January 2010

Happy New Year

So, it's the 1st of January today. Entering the new year, end of the 00's, beginning of the 10's. It sounds kind of weird.

I had a nice enough Christmas in Norway. Got nice presents, had lots of fun with my Norwegian cousins and got fed so much food you wouldn't believe it. Weird how grandparents always want you to eat non-stop :P. My Norwegian family was also a bit obsessed with calling me "the poor student" and giving me money, food and nearly everything they thought I remotely needed. One of the last days, I told my grandmother I really liked a picture she had put up in her kitchen of a rooster. It took 5 minutes, then she had the picture packed into a protective wrap and gave it to me as a present. I was a bit shocked, but very happy. I really like the picture =).

It was a bit too cold in Norway for me though. The day we left it was -20 degrees, and that temperature made your eyes hurt because it was so cold. Not exactly enjoyable.

Also finished reading the book "The Game". It was quite good, but really not what I had expected actually. When I first heard of it, I thought it would be some kind of "how-to" guide for getting girls, but it was more like a personal story of how that kind of community came to be, and how it got way out of control for quite a few people. There are very few mentions of actual techniques that these kind of pick-up societies use, and the book focuses way much more on personal relationships and the pursuit of true happiness. At the same time, it's pretty cool that the author has actually experienced all the things written about in the book - it's a true story.

After having returned home from Norway, I went with three friends to see a sort of Christmas play in the amusement park Tivoli in Copenhagen. It was fun, but not that special. It contained mostly lame comedy, and it was nothing compared to the play I saw earlier this year.

Slept at one of the guy's places afterwards because I was a bit stressed out by my parents who were (and still are) living with me in my apartment while they're in Denmark for New Year. I don't like that I have to sleep in my own living room because there's not enough space without them both sleeping in my normal bed. But well, it was all right, even though he did annoy me a bit like he usually does. Maybe I was just really, really tired, because I hadn't slept well for many days. And it didn't make it better that the guy snores and literally moans in his sleep. And when I suddenly wake up and find him sitting up in his bed staring right into my face I was a bit freaked out to put it mildly. When I asked "what the hell are you doing?" he looked really confused and said "argh, I.. mumble, mumble.." and then he turned over and didn't say a word. Weird, to say the least.

New Year was quite nice. First had a dinner together with two friends. It was really good. We all got very drunk and had some quite weird and personal conversations. I learned a lot of private stuff, and I told a lot myself too. It was a very happy atmosphere though. I was very drunk that night, and there are still things that suddenly come back to me. I normally don't forget what has happened during a night, but this time a few things are a bit misty.

I remember one of the guys suddenly handing me his phone and telling me "My sister wants to talk to you". I was like "what the fuck", but it was true. The guy had called her to wish her happy new year. But the first thing she had told him was: "I want to speak to _my name goes here_". Quite funny :P. She didn't want to say anything serious, she just wanted to ask how I was doing and wish me happy new year. I was kind of surprised though. Seriously, I've only ever said hi to her once. But it's still kind of cool :P. Couldn't help feeling a bit proud of myself for nothing in particular xD.

When the time was around 1 o'clock or so, we headed towards a college where another friend of mine had invited us to a party. It was quite a bit away though, and we were very drunk. That friend had called me a few times because it was getting quite late, and I remember agreeing that we wouldn't go to sleep that night. I think agreements like that are cursed. I have only once made an agreement like that before, and it ended with me throwing up and kind of fainting. It nearly happened again this time.

As we headed towards the bus stop where we thought we could get the bus that went near his college, spirits were high and we were all very pleasantly drunk, heh. The weather was insanely cold though. Anyway, after having stood there talking for quite a while we suddenly realise that the bus doesn't stop at this stop. Yep. So we proceed to walk/run/waddle to the next stop. The running was NOT a good idea. The two others needed to buy some stuff at a petrol station that was near the stop, so we took a halt there. And I started feeling queasy. Real nauseous. Not fun.

I did not throw up. But god damn it was close. Just this part is really difficult for me to remember, because that was probably my most drunk moment of the night. I didn't have any more beer or alcohol for the rest of the night. I luckily know where my limit is =). Somehow we decide to take a taxi instead, because it takes forever to wait for the bus and it's insanely cold. I discover that I have wet pockets in my coat, because somehow I have spilt beer in my own two pockets. I still do not understand how it happened.

We arrive at the college in drunken states, and I really feel like just going to bed. But it doesn't happen; my friend doesn't allow it :P. We HAD made an agreement not to go to bed, he tells me. And he won't allow me to go :P. So I just wait around for a little while until I finally start feeling all right again. After that I can finally be more normal, and I do have a lot of fun. I remember dancing, playing ping-pong (very weird) and table football and lots of talking to people. At some later time the two friends I had come with leave, but I stay for a while longer. Together with my friend and another of his friends, we're among the last few to leave. I'm so happy it was only about 100 metres to bed =).

I don't remember how I slept, but I didn't get THAT much sleep, I remember. Next day I helped clean the place we had been the night before. I generally felt queasy nearly the whole day, and I do not feel like drinking any time soon. Kind of too bad that our annual university Christmas dinner is next week :/..

Today (Saturday - I wrote this blog post over two days) I started working a bit again. My dad and me created a budget for me in Excel, so I can see how much I earn and have in expenses each month. It's pretty useful to see how much I can spend if I want to.

Tomorrow I'm taking a complete free day (I'll work a bit too of course, but my main priority is relaxing).

I also just found out that Google is launching their own iPhone-like telephone: The Nexus One. It looks really cool, and people are saying that it's going to be the true competitor to the iPhone.