Aga's birthday

it was Sunday, i met my friends from school. we went to a pub, had fun. and we met Aga, our classmate. we wanted to talk, but she had to go.
then it was Monday, today, and we were again in the pub. we met Aga again. she was with two another classmates, celebrating. we sat with them. then i had a brainwave. it was Aga's birthday.
i wished her all the best, health, smile, success and all kinds of love without which one's life becomes dry.

Sequence

It's going to be a story of peculiar coincidence rather than one single dream. It began about a month ago when we were to sit a test in American literature. The stakes were high, since five or four plus was to mean a chance of being exempted from the (oral) exam. I felt sick when thinking about cramming the knowledge covering two semesters and talking with the teacher.
One night brought me a dream in which I was surprised by the test. I was looking at the piece of paper anxiously because I couldn't answer any question. I knew I was about to fail.
The lecturer once joked about the possibility of getting six when the work is exeptionally good. Of course, no one believed as she added immediately: "No way! All my English students are going to take the exam, aren't you?"
At night I dreamt about getting six. I can see myself being first - extremely happy and proud of myself, then - perplexed and ashamed when everybody else got sevens.
A couple of nights later, I found myself either receiving the results which wouldn't let me skip the exam or getting five but facing the lecturer's decision that I had to take the exam.
I sat the test and passed it well. My subconsciousness, however, didn't feel free.
Another dream changed a bit the circumstances - I got five and heard that that was not enough - I had been too lazy or shy during the wole semester and I didn't deserve to have five and to be exempted. My mark got lowered.
Finally, I got all the credits needed and I was sure the sequence of dream-failing was over. Surprisinlgy, this night I joined the second year students. I was convinced that I had to take the American literature course one more time, from the very beginning and then do the examination.

Mrs. Basia

It was a mixture of "good old times", characters encountered during these nine years of my life met together in one place - my gimnazjum. I don't know how old I was that night. I'm pretty sure I was twenty-two and I wasn't surprised at all that I sit in one desk with 7-year old Józek or talk with 15-year old Anka. Everything had its own place.
We (not sure - who? the class from the primary school or one of the two from gimnazjum?) gathered in one classroom. When we settled down, the teacher started to speak. She was standing right in front of me - a tall woman of nice motherly face. There was some dignifying beauty in her - maybe her voice made it (I still remember its warmth), maybe her posture or sadness. I knew she died six years ago. Nonetheless, I wasn't scared or astonished. I was happy to see her.
She wanted to see us and talk about someone who passed away. She had a friend who lost her friend and suffered. Funny thing... she was talking about Mrs. Zofia who lost... her. She was telling us the story of the lost friend - about her rebellious daugher who had harmed many people, her illness and all the people who didn't remember about her. Indeed, no-one realised she was telling her own story, no-one uttered "good to see you, how are the matters up there?". I saw sorrow and bitterness in her eyes.
The lesson was over, everyone left. A new group replaced the previous one. I looked at the students. I was sure they would laugh at me, they wouldn't understand. I walked up to the teacher and embranced her warmly. She thanked. "You are so different from them. You've always been." - she said. "I know. Unfortunately, I am".

cave

i was on some kind of survival camp. we were staying in rooms very similar to those in Bratislava, but i'm not sure it was Slovakia. we got a task to walk through a cave led by (as Theseus in Greek mythology) a string with many charms situated every several meters. we went inside and had to climb and believe none of us would break.

alternative ending

we were in a pub and before midnight our friend Aga gave us a ride back home.
i went to sleep and was again before the pub. this time another friend, Mike, was driving and, somehow, there was only two of us in his car. i got out and he went to pick up others. but Aga and her cousin were standing at my door, waiting to say goodnight. i thanked her for the meeting and wanted to go inside, when i saw Mike. he came back to say goodnight, too. i embraced him and then he said that he could stay longer. i invited him inside, where i saw my flatmates from Krakow. we sat at the table and drank some plum vodka (slivovica). then there was a girl, who knew all the boys but was a stranger to me. she and Mike fell in love. suddenly, the house was full of people and it no longer looked like my house. i went to basement and saw some bunk beds and girls i didn't know.
when i went back to the living room, my flatmate said he had been looking for me. there was no light, except of that casted by our tv.

Looks

Silence. Two leather armchairs. A wooden table with a pack of tissues between us. I know we've been talking. Are we sad? Now she's looking into my eyes as if she were saying: 'Sorry, we must part now. And you haven't let yourself trust me. I don't know your thoughts.'
I'm doing the same, using the same look and transfer 'You are my friend, but, sorry, I couldn't. I failed again. I'm so sorry. Please, let me stay and cry.'
- That's all for today. We'll back to it next time.

ladder

tonight i was climbing up a ladder. i don't know why, i don't know what was around me. i only know that, when i finally reached the top, i saw that i could only go down.

riddles

philosophy lecture at the university. but, instead of talking about famous philosophers, our lecturer was soohting riddles, one after another. everyone had to solve one riddle. i knew every riddle he asked my friends but i was terribly scared that i would get a riddle i couldn't answer.
then it was my turn.
i was asked to answer my favourite riddle. and i solved it.

Walnuts

We were all buying some strange stuff at the market. I entered a small bungalow where I wanted to buy magical balls. To check their properties, one had to take them to the other bungalow. There, they started to tremble, roll, make sounds or talk, or even wink (if, of course, a ball was an eye). I bought some but it wasn't enough for the old wicked seller. She was a witch - I knew it for sure - and she could cast a spell on me if I didn't buy some walnuts as well. I took a small bag of them. I crushed one of the walnuts. It was black and mouldy but I didn't care much and started to munch.
It is hard to describe the place we were exploring. I think it was a kind of dungeon. I was puzzled because I knew we were to have an exam in a minute and I wasn't prepared well. I tried to rationalise it a bit, convincing the others (and myself), that professor K. had no right to demand the knowledge of the all 'Harry Potter' books from us. I was sure the exam wouldn't be based on the details but rather on practice. At the same time I knew that all of my friends knew 'Harry Potter' much better than I did. We went into a chamber and looked for something when Kuba started to cry. He was this little guy who I remember from primary school. He fell and touched poison ivi. He had long red strips on his legs. The whole group started to panic and the situation was getting worse. We knew he would suffer from enbelievable pain. I realised that I knew what to do! I had walnuts! Immediately, I spat them out and put on Kuba's leg. He smiled. I did the same with another friend. She also felt better. I was glad I could help them even if I didn't know the whole book. And... because I passed the exam.