Water and Fire

Before going to sleep, I wrote a quick note in my diary: "All I want to do is to drift away and dream. I need something complicated and meaningful, something that would successively organise my thoughts. And there is much to be organised."

The very beginning is a bit vague. Lots of trees and vast expanses of open, yet relatively shallow water, all covering the place where I grew up. There were four of us, I guess - three women and I. They were obviously more experienced than me and knew the waters well. One of them was Agnieszka, my friend, and she was the person I followed. I was led through the green water full of small round leaves that kept sticking to my skin, making the quest even more exhaustive. The struggle through the waters equalled learning. I fell behind at school. I was to make up for lost time and learn what I was supposed to know a long time before. I was tired and ashamed - the girls saw my far-too-fat calves.
Still wading into the water, I found myself in front of my mother and grandma. I wasn't pleased to see them there. They were sitting in a row and I'm pretty sure there must have been some other - thrid - woman. Grandma asked if learnt to dance. Suddenly, I understood I was completely naked, so curled up in the water to hide. No - I answered, extremely anxious because somewhere behind me, there where my three friends who knew the truth. I knew how to dance, I learnt it but I knew it was a dance my grandma wouldn't like to hear about. I felt like a rebel and had to keep the truth to myself.

Then everything changed. I was on a farm. A lion - a cartoon bipedal leader, a group of childern, their parents and I (or maybe I was the lion?) - we all were standing in a pen. The lion helped people to get through addictions. Everything around us was burning but we were relatively safe. On the other side of the pen, there was Chuck Norris who wanted the lion to change his leadership. In case of disobediece, Norris was to burn the farm down. The lion accepted the proposal immediately. Norris kept his promise and left the farm. Nevertheless, he accidentally set the pen on fire. We were trapped. Parents started running. They knew their children were safe because the lion was immune to flames. They knew he could withstand everything. That wasn't true. In order to survive and save the childern, he had to either devote himself or throw something caloric into the fire. The children started shouting "pick me! pick me! I'm very caloric!" The lion was determined to devote one of the childern. He started running, all of us behind him. And that was the moment I probably realised that I was the lion. I didn't take any of the children. When the flames reached me, I woke up.

Granddad

The begins in the reality and goes back to February 13th - the day my grandfather died. It's been a month since he's gone and during this stormy, unfavourable time I couldn't convince myself that I won't see him again. I dreamt about him frequently and frequently remembered nothing but an impression that we met somewhere in my subconsiousness. I can recall short episodes only, nevertheless these snapshots seem somewhat meaningful and mighty.
0) I can see my granddad sitting on his bed. He tells me not to forget about my grandmother and to be good for her.
0) I'm in the hospital, standing by my grandfather's bed. He's holding my hand anxiously, begging me for staying with him because he doesn't want to die alone.
0) I realise I can fly - naturally, without any wings or magic - it just needs a little jump, push or bounce and that's it. My parents doesn't seem impressed. Who cares? I am!
0) The graveyard is full of people sanding among innumerable tombstones. I'm with them. Something important has just happened. I feel I'm different from the crowd - I can fly. So can a man - a close friend - standing by. My garndfather's soul is in danger. Togerther with the friend, I have to fly up in the air and wage a bloody battle against demons before God's very eyes...
The last dream is complete. A complete ending...
We're all gathered at my grandparents place. We - meaning me, my family and a bunch of strangers who came here to honour my grandfather. My granddad is with us but he's somewhat anxious and puzzled, which is obvious - no one sees him, no one hears his voice. I know I'm one of the very few people who can still do it. It's as if he's fading away. I take his hand and lead him to his room. I hold his hands. "Granddad" I say "I must tell you something. You died." He seems surprised and saddened. A scream cuts the air. I run out of the room and see a man lying on the floor. He's probably a friend of my granddad's, I don't know him. His look of despair tells me that he's been just told that my gradfather died. He cries bitterly, close to death. His wife falls next to him and cries for help. I come closer and look at the man. He's black, so is his wife. They look very poor in their Twain-like clothes. I wonder if my mum called the ambulance. She probably did. I look around, no one pays any attention to these people as if they vere completely insignificant. I look at the dying man and think if my mum would consider him dirty. I touch his face gently. Suddenly, he's saved. He needed this touch to be cured. His wife cries heavily, asking why nobody wanted to do what I did. I touch her face. I take her hands nad kiss them. Suddenly, they become white. I leave the couple, they are safe now.
The crowd is forming two rows - we're supposed to prepare for taking a group photo. I want to stand in the back, next to my garnddad. I look for him in vain. He vanished. He understood he died.

Krakow by night (from a distance)

one of my recent dreams was divided in two parts that, though "telling" different stories, were somehow connected (and it's not because of the same people starring).

the first part was a story of me and Madziar becoming security officers and private detectives in one. it was a warm night somewhere in Krakow and we were observing someone in a pub. then someone else (most likely his partner) attacked us from behind. Madziar fell down, suddenly everyone disappeared, there was only me, two waitresses and Madziar laying on the ground. we thought she was dead and it frightened me but then she moved. she only had some bruises.

that's where the second part started. we were in Kazimierz, this time with my boyfirend. the three of us walked through a dark park. then Madziar said she would show us a unique place.

she led us to a room with walls of glass. it looked like a classroom. the teachers and all students were bronze. there were two rows of tables, so long that we couldn't see the end. between them there was another row, also bronze. the third row was bizarre. it was a row of similar sculptures. each of them was a bald man standing in front of a wall that reached their chin and looking at it with either sadness or fear. that made me think of the Wailing Wall.

we walked through the classroom between the figures and entered the house.

it was something like Massolit, lots of books, coffee tables, armchairs and couches, beautifully designed rooms, even bedrooms. it was lit by a warm candlelight. it was a book shop and cafe. but it was also someone's home. people lived there, an old lady in her nightgown reading some book in bed seemed like a decoration but it was where she lived. she somehow missed the moment when her home became a public place. and everything made an impression that the house inhabitants didn't even notice the visitors. there was also a children room with all old fashioned toys such as bears, dolls and wodden toys scattered around.

what i missed in the house was a kitchen which seems to me the very heart of a house.

sushi dream

we went somewhere fir the weekend. my Dad, his Girlfriend, his Two Sisters, my Boyfirend and i. our rooms were far away from each other so we were supposed to meet somewhere and go for dinner. the problem was that nobody knew where exactly we should meet, somehow we didn't have our mobiles. first, one of my Aunts went to look for my Dad, and then another went to look for her. my Boyfriend went somewhere and i followed him. when i finally foud him, we decided to find sonething on our own. we went along some kind of restaurant district. we found a mini sushi bar, bought a box of tiny shushi rolls, then some beer and went back to our room.

we were glad, beacause last week we were talking about going for sushi.

Mayhem in RCM

We went to see my sister's friends in Royal College of Music in London, but the whole school was having a private party. We sneaked in and, but one of their clerks has found and closed us in a room with pack of hungry dogs. However, they forgot to lock the door (or they didn't have time) and I have let the dogs loose on them. The party has turned into an utter chaos. We ran, but I've returned to save my laptop, which interestingly was also a desktop pc with removable keyboard. I've ran around with the keyboard in my hands through professors and we were sort of like Spice Girls ruining the tea party style ;)

We've hid in the building. Some of us have managed to escape in the chaos, but I and my sister have stayed behind. We had fun rummiging trough the offices, and found few interesting things. I got a bad feeling about it.

That's when I saw the MET Police van outside the building.. I managed to escape on the bank of the River (right outside the RCM!). We have split and I was very sorry for Kika, because she could probably never enter another London University.. I have changed clothes at a bus stop, when I saw the police car approaching me. I went slowly to the nearest pub, trying to hide in the crowd. The pub has turned out to be a Slovak beerhouse, full of friends.

I ordered a pint, but then I saw a policeman in the hallway, I left for the Men's room. I didn't have time to take my bag with laptop/pc with me. The waitress who saw me entering the restroom turned me down to Police. There was no way out but in cuffs. However, the Policeman was Slovak and friendly (! okay, now it was definitely just a dream !). He said I had to follow him to the car and everything would be alright. I had to stop and vomit out of stress. Then I woke up. I think. With a sore throat, but clean :D