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i dream about someone and meet him the next day.
should i be bothered?

lost boy

there was some kind of party in my house but, as it often happens in dreams, it didn't look like my house at all. one of my friends went away and didn't come back. i was trying to find him, but it was harder than i'd supposed. he wouldn't even answer his phone. somehow, i entered his house. his family invited me to sit with them as if it was quite natural that their son is missing. i asked about him once or twice but nobody reacted.
then i finally found him. or maybe he found me. he went downstairs and said hi. i stared at him, surprised. where have you been?, i asked.
i was very tired and went to sleep, he replied.
simple.

Puma

Puma is my cat. she often appears in my dreams. in the last one, for instance. i suppose i think of her as a part of my family. whenever i go home, she's always there. she often sleeps in my bed. and maybe that's why she found her way into my dreams.

homesickness

i was in a flat. it was looking exactly as my friends' flat. two rooms, connected by one door. i was in the kitchen, walked into one of them and saw my family there. with two cats. i was so happy to see them.

snow is all around

tonight and about three nights earlier i was skiing. i had my skis, my jacket and i was wearing jeans. i went skiing with my dad, i knew that i was in High Tatras and i was skiing very fast, so i was jumping. but had great fun.
after that, the lift was broken and people made a long line. in the line i met my old friends with whom i used to ski some time ago.
and i felt good.

books

tonight i was carrying a box full of books. big, old, yellow books. and all i can remember is that they were really heavy.

dancing in the night

tonight i was dancing with a partner, whose dancing skills would make me fall in love with him.
just like that.

wed, what?

wedding. my own wedding. i was married to someone i know very long but not very well. and i never even liked the guy... awkward.
how could it come to my mind? and sneak into my dream?

journey to the past

i visited my old school again. second time in last five days. but this time was different. this time i was wearing my pyjamas and i was running among hundreds of students and teachers. i stopped in the middle of the corridor. my friend from university was sitting there and said we don't have time to talk. i started to run again.
don't know why, but i felt i had a mission to complete.

these are not wonderlands

i wanted to call them wonderlands. but then i realised that they are not always places. they are times, situations and thoughts as well. they are big unnamed spaces. wonderspaces. others call them dreams.