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I had one of my especially remarable dreams tonight. Once again. Muaha.
Appearently we (whoever we might be) have been on some kind of a vacation with our classmates, but there were also poeple frm like form 11 and so on. I remeber Frooza with me, Lisa, Daniel S, Clemens B, Oli B, Susi from form 11, Sarah .... people like that.
Hm, my dream started with the situation that there had been a murder on board of the ship with which we were travelling. I don't know who was the victim, neither who was the murderer. But it was kind of cool because all of us had been considered as suspicious.
So the leader of investigation who was of course none other than Dr Warnke himself decided that all of us had to be locked up in their room for the night.
So next thing I remember was a room full of girls and beds and a lot of chitchat ... it was already nightfall and all of us chose one of the beds and well ... I only remember there was a TV set which was constantly switched on, some movie like Final Fantasy VII Advent Children, but I was rather reading a book. (Which is kind of typical, alright?) And this book ... well ... one of the strange elements in the dream. I really loved it ... it was green, the pages kind of brilliant and well designed, and there were certain parts of the book, so like a book in a book you could say. As it is with dreams I can't remember anything that was written inside of the book but I definitely loved it with all heart and soul ... so I finished one paragraphe which was the end of the first part at the same time and was really looking forward to read the next part later ... you know it was some kind of a book like 'the Neverending Story' by Michael Ende and as I closed it in my dream, I only thought "What a luck that this is your book, your own book, and that nobodody will ever take it from you ... isn't it?" And this certain amount of doubt really hit me right in the face when I woke up and realised, well, of course there was one person who could take the book from me who is myself, waking up and steeling my dream-self the thing she wanted to keep so dear.
Well ... next morning came, we were allowed to leave the room again ... and I don't know how the case went on, because Dr Warnke was disappeared and there were only a few arguments with the boys who took my bag away from me and managed to loose it and as well a very long hard discussion with Sarah which made me sad after all because it was kind of a realistic situation and an encounter with another mysterious person (I can't even remember the face) who managed to help me out in kind of a helpless situation.
And I woke up, once again, whether you believe it or not.
I hope this will be one of the cliffhanger dreams which I enjoy like twice a year, it means I will dream again the same story tonight, but it will continue and maybe I'll be able to tell you soon who the culprit was and what was going on at all.
Enjoy this week lads.
By the way, have you heard of this young British actor been murdered this night? I felt so sorry ... he was a young mate you know, like 2 years older than me and stuff. Shitty world. Strange course we're taking.
Appearently we (whoever we might be) have been on some kind of a vacation with our classmates, but there were also poeple frm like form 11 and so on. I remeber Frooza with me, Lisa, Daniel S, Clemens B, Oli B, Susi from form 11, Sarah .... people like that.
Hm, my dream started with the situation that there had been a murder on board of the ship with which we were travelling. I don't know who was the victim, neither who was the murderer. But it was kind of cool because all of us had been considered as suspicious.
So the leader of investigation who was of course none other than Dr Warnke himself decided that all of us had to be locked up in their room for the night.
So next thing I remember was a room full of girls and beds and a lot of chitchat ... it was already nightfall and all of us chose one of the beds and well ... I only remember there was a TV set which was constantly switched on, some movie like Final Fantasy VII Advent Children, but I was rather reading a book. (Which is kind of typical, alright?) And this book ... well ... one of the strange elements in the dream. I really loved it ... it was green, the pages kind of brilliant and well designed, and there were certain parts of the book, so like a book in a book you could say. As it is with dreams I can't remember anything that was written inside of the book but I definitely loved it with all heart and soul ... so I finished one paragraphe which was the end of the first part at the same time and was really looking forward to read the next part later ... you know it was some kind of a book like 'the Neverending Story' by Michael Ende and as I closed it in my dream, I only thought "What a luck that this is your book, your own book, and that nobodody will ever take it from you ... isn't it?" And this certain amount of doubt really hit me right in the face when I woke up and realised, well, of course there was one person who could take the book from me who is myself, waking up and steeling my dream-self the thing she wanted to keep so dear.
Well ... next morning came, we were allowed to leave the room again ... and I don't know how the case went on, because Dr Warnke was disappeared and there were only a few arguments with the boys who took my bag away from me and managed to loose it and as well a very long hard discussion with Sarah which made me sad after all because it was kind of a realistic situation and an encounter with another mysterious person (I can't even remember the face) who managed to help me out in kind of a helpless situation.
And I woke up, once again, whether you believe it or not.
I hope this will be one of the cliffhanger dreams which I enjoy like twice a year, it means I will dream again the same story tonight, but it will continue and maybe I'll be able to tell you soon who the culprit was and what was going on at all.
Enjoy this week lads.
By the way, have you heard of this young British actor been murdered this night? I felt so sorry ... he was a young mate you know, like 2 years older than me and stuff. Shitty world. Strange course we're taking.