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was in a tv-studio. emma and some girl in one sofa. justin over in another. Emma was asked if she had a crush on Justin, and she excitedly confirmed. And she was asked whether she thought Justin was in to her, and she said yes. Justin was asked if he was interested in Emma, which he pompously denied, and when Emma reacted surprised and uttered something, Justin yawped "Buu-huu", imitating her crying.

Dreamt I met a dude (or were there two?), half an old chump, half a celebrity, who invited me up to two girls for celebrating the birthday to one of them. I joined, and as it happens it was my birthday as well. And i told them, cheering with my arms. We ate pizza. I awoke. Her name was Birgitte. She was light african. There was no sexual tension. Life went by as we compared our dispositions. We would have never been able to stop it anyway. And if we did, what then? Would've made no sense. Life is what goes by. We are spectators of our own assimilation.

Parallell to the music I hear a shocked voice repeatedly: "Who is dead? Who is dead? Who is dead?" I get the view from above of a woman with halflong black hair naked disposed in a crouched sitting position in a plastic bag under the outdrawn desk bench, like a garbage thing place. wow, i thought, at last some paranormal shit. If I continue I'm gonna solve crimes. Then I can write a book.

...walking in an open landscape in sweden when what I think of as an eartquake starts, but the rumblings an crushings immediately gets so devastating I realize we're all going to die. I think I think it's a whole earth incident, end of the world, caused by a meteorite or something. Calmly I call for my higher self, like William Buhlman instructs, while everything around me is earth turned inside out around upon us.


driving through some place somewhere in some city, Grandad (dead) is pictured in his military clothing as a dictator, two other pictures, one on each side but lower down and appearing grey to me, there is a sentence either written on his picture or just given mentally that I now forgot which was essential to the interest I had in this dream. I remember the sentence, or part of it, but it's difficult to translate meaningfully to english.. "(Han?) ..kullkjøre Norge" ("Coal-drive Norway"). In the dream it implies a double meaning of both the powering of coalmining industry and quashing the country.




walking with girl, talking, mindless, caring, loving, totally friendzoned, in cute flowery-white-houses-surroundings, she tells about the longing for those she loves (two guys?) and I tell her, all in love and caress, that it's kinda sad that she loves others when I am so ...fond of (love) her. I caress her facehead with my hand, her beautiful curly dark hair. I tell her it's not uncommon that love channels through people, implying my love for her fuels her love for the others, which she picks up on. she suddenly feels uncomfortable and trapped and says she need to get out of there, walking in a direction I suspect is towards the two boys, I sympathetically let her go, though, feeling somewhat clumsy, the path, and the bushes suddenly in it, make me kinda still bump into her again and block her (and my) free "release" from the thing between us.