Dream
-sleep-
My dream started with the sound of an air alarm. Chico and i went upstairs to the living room to turn on the tv. It showed us breaking news, on every channel. A big tank, filled with gas, exploded in Nijmegen. It was gas they used in India as a drug, it made people laugh and feel happy, but at the same time the gas was really dangerous. Lots of people in India died of it. And now, the big cloud of gas was spreading all over western Europe. We were advised NOT to go out on the streets, cause it was dangerous. We would get killed. My first thought (probably i picked this thing up from Shaun of the Dead) was: let's go to the pub! Run to the pub, it's only a minute away from our house. 'Cause we had no food in the fridge, we would die of hunger. We stayed indoors for a while, panicking. Suddenly a police car arrived, they were gonna evacuate us. We ran downstairs, the next moment our house was on fire. I ran back in, trying to rescue our rats. I managed. I ran downstairs again, to the police car. There were dead people everywhere, in every street there were hundreds of dead bodies. In every street, there were tanks filled with the same gas. People tried to remove them, but the problem only got worse. They all exploded. We drove to dunnowhere, and they told us we had to move to a foreign country. I wanted to go to Scotland, we'll be save there. Next thing i remember is standing on a beach on Arran, the police car was waiting on the road. We wouldn't be safe in Scotland too. I almost suffocated by the gas. So, we had to take a plane to the US. Due to the damage the gas had caused, we couldn't return to Europe for 40 years. We got 200 euros, to buy a house in the US. We arrived in the US, with only 200 euros. There was a big riot going on. All people who were evacuated, got 200 euros, but Condoleeza Rice got 300! (i really don't know why Condoleeza was evacuated, she lives in the US :S). So Condoleeza had money for a fancy Greek column in her living room. We only had money for a concrete column.
-alarm clock buzzes-
There was a time i woke up, and exactly remembered 4 or 5 dreams from last night. Now, sometimes there is a freaky dream i remember. I can't dream 'ordinary' dreams, they're always freaking me out. I always wake up like it really happened, i always expect to turn on the tv next morning and see my dream on CNN. But (luckily) it's all fiction.
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This morning I kissed my sleeping boyfriend goodbye, cycled to work, looked out on the IJsselmeer (¿IJssel Lake) and a cloudy sunset, Franz Ferdinand - Eleanor Put Your Boots On on my iPod, cold wind blew through my hair. Mmmm, it felt so perfect!
My dream started with the sound of an air alarm. Chico and i went upstairs to the living room to turn on the tv. It showed us breaking news, on every channel. A big tank, filled with gas, exploded in Nijmegen. It was gas they used in India as a drug, it made people laugh and feel happy, but at the same time the gas was really dangerous. Lots of people in India died of it. And now, the big cloud of gas was spreading all over western Europe. We were advised NOT to go out on the streets, cause it was dangerous. We would get killed. My first thought (probably i picked this thing up from Shaun of the Dead) was: let's go to the pub! Run to the pub, it's only a minute away from our house. 'Cause we had no food in the fridge, we would die of hunger. We stayed indoors for a while, panicking. Suddenly a police car arrived, they were gonna evacuate us. We ran downstairs, the next moment our house was on fire. I ran back in, trying to rescue our rats. I managed. I ran downstairs again, to the police car. There were dead people everywhere, in every street there were hundreds of dead bodies. In every street, there were tanks filled with the same gas. People tried to remove them, but the problem only got worse. They all exploded. We drove to dunnowhere, and they told us we had to move to a foreign country. I wanted to go to Scotland, we'll be save there. Next thing i remember is standing on a beach on Arran, the police car was waiting on the road. We wouldn't be safe in Scotland too. I almost suffocated by the gas. So, we had to take a plane to the US. Due to the damage the gas had caused, we couldn't return to Europe for 40 years. We got 200 euros, to buy a house in the US. We arrived in the US, with only 200 euros. There was a big riot going on. All people who were evacuated, got 200 euros, but Condoleeza Rice got 300! (i really don't know why Condoleeza was evacuated, she lives in the US :S). So Condoleeza had money for a fancy Greek column in her living room. We only had money for a concrete column.
-alarm clock buzzes-
There was a time i woke up, and exactly remembered 4 or 5 dreams from last night. Now, sometimes there is a freaky dream i remember. I can't dream 'ordinary' dreams, they're always freaking me out. I always wake up like it really happened, i always expect to turn on the tv next morning and see my dream on CNN. But (luckily) it's all fiction.
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This morning I kissed my sleeping boyfriend goodbye, cycled to work, looked out on the IJsselmeer (¿IJssel Lake) and a cloudy sunset, Franz Ferdinand - Eleanor Put Your Boots On on my iPod, cold wind blew through my hair. Mmmm, it felt so perfect!