about runes and upper class stuff

... I was travelling around by train within Germany. For some reason though, while travelling, there was a smooth transition of some sort and suddenly I was in Russia. Mind you, I was still in roughly the same place, I didn't teleport or something like that, but the atmosphere of the area around me was different, the way the area felt like. As if some parts of Germany would be a Bermuda Triangle of sorts, where laws suddenly stop working.
I visited all sorts of places, then returned home, then went back to travel to other areas. I stayed for a long time at a huge camping place at the river Rhine. It was a horrifyingly huge camping place, and strange things (who'd have thought of that) were going on. There were some kinds of glowing runes used. Some of the shimmered in blue colors in the air, some were drawn on tents or the ground. For example, nearby someone had large dogs without a leash, so I drew some runes on the metal posts of my tent, that caused the dogs to ignore me.
My family was also nearby, and they had a small motor home. It was old and small and rusty, and in general not in good shape, yet it was there. And once they had settled there, my brother decided he wanted to live in it. The rest of my family didn't like it, but they knew they couldn't change his mind, so they let him. For some reason I decided to stay for a few days at my brothers place, and during that time the motor home grew, until it somehow, without me really noticing, was as large as a medium sized flat, with several rooms and whatnot. I remember that once it was a late evening, my brother was going to bed, I was still at the bathroom. When I left it, all lights in the flat were switched off except one in the kitchen. Suddenly I was a bit scared. Did I see a movement at the edge of my vision? I wasn't sure. Then I noticed some comics lying on the table. Somehow that made me feel better. Children comics, like Lucky Luke or Clever & Smart, they were like a torch in the darkness, reminding me on a youth of safety without worries. I picked three of them up, was surprised I didn't know any of them, and just wanted to go back to my room to read some and then lie down to sleep, as my brother showed up, asking about where his comics are. I told him I took some and left most on the table, but then gave him one of the three I snatched. I looked at the titles of the comics again, and then either remembered the story of one of them, or flicked through the pages. It was about a western town, where a small fat guy in a colorful suit shows up, and every now and then, when he meets the sheriff, he hit the sheriff slightly on the forehead (with his knuckle or a small device). The sherif was each time so perplexed that he didn't really react. Some day, the sherif then just snapped. He didn't went angry or something, just his sanity broke like a shattered window. Scary.

What was also scary was the use of runes in the flat I shared my brother for a few days. There were the small blue ones you could write into the air, which hovered there for a while and then of the course of some hours vanished. My brother used them every now and then to hurt people. Sometimes neighbours, sometimes neighbours kids. I didn't know why, as if it was some kind of fuel to him. The victims didn't really know what was going on, and I had the feeling that even my brother didn't know what he was actually doing. So I told him he had to stop. I wasn't sure if he understood, I told him again to stop, and then decided to travel on, in the hopes he grasped what I said.

In the next scene, I arrived at a large city, where I was invited to a large official banquette. I felt a bit out of place, since everyone was dressed in fine suits or expensive dresses, and it was all in all a very upper class thing. Why I was invited, I wasn't sure. I wasn't interested in the subject either, what the people were doing or whatnot, and they were not interested in me. I walked around, looked around, and munched off the food offered. Then after a while, most people left. I think the whole thing was over, and the people left the house. There were no guards or anything, noone, so I used the opportunity to check out the place in more detail. The large halls and endless corridors. After a while I arrived at a hall where hundreds of chairs were put up in rows, reminding me on a cinema. In the front row, on the other end of the hall and with her back to me, sat a woman on a chair. I approached her, and we talked. She seemed familiar. We talked more. Exchanged information. She seemed even more familiar. Strange... I was getting sleepy, so I lied down, and so did she, not far away. I moved closer, touched her hesitantly on the shoulder. She didn't seem to mind. Then I just shrugged, I had the feeling of knowing her since a long time, so I pulled her closer to me. She welcomed it, turned around facing me, and then nestled her head next to my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, could feel her warm breath on my neck. I asked her in a whisper if it was comfortabl was her. She moved her head back a bit, opened her eyes and looked at me, saying "actually, please let's switch", and she moved a bit higher wrapping her arms around me and pulling me to herself. I asked her "Say, do you dream a lot?", but I knew the answer. And she knew as well that I knew the answer, so she returned the question "And you?". I whispered back "Yes, of you" and woke up.


Edit:
As a side note, my brother sometimes annoys me a lot (really a lot), but I don't want to go into detail here. Yet I like him, he is my brother, so I don't really want to write something bad about him. He is probably not a bad person, but got just a weird point of view on everything that I personally can only sometimes remotely understand. I just write this because, sometimes if i write bad about him (do I do so?) anyone reading that might get a wrong impression of him.