As for this morning’s dreams (I can’t believe that laying down at 4AM induces dreams so much): First I was in a black SUV, supposed to drive my parents home, late at night. The moment I entered the SUV I pulled the handbrake so car wouldn’t go anywhere, but for some reason every time I’d take a look anywhere but straight through the windshield the car would start moving. Mom was in the car and we were waiting for Dad, so I was looking to the rear-view mirrors quite a number of times to see if he’s going, and as many times car has gone forwards. At some point the car went quite far, to a crossing on a downhill road, when I decided that I should put in reverse and go back to pick the poor man walking all his way to the constantly moving car. I didn’t see shit through the back of it, but I somehow managed to go back and pick him up. Then I drove them through the streets of New Belgrade, commenting how this car is a piece of crap since you can’t see shit through the windshield as it is designed in a most terrible way having some plastic elements right across it (really, it was a terrible design). Next I know, I was to go right on a certain semaphore but was in the left-most of the 4 tracks. Instead of switching to the one of the right tracks, I said something how people are insane and drive from left tracks to the right and vice versa, so why should I be better - thus I took a right turn from the left-most lane, and a huge american-style truck (with the long container thingie) took a turn left from the right-most track…
Immediately after, I was out of the car, pushing two identical trucks like one which cut my way down the street (but as if it was a model street, and those were a model-trucks… or I was just a giant which was more likely but I haven’t felt so). It’s funny though, when I was to make both trucks turn left I had to start flashers on both of them, and the brilliance in me decided to press the flashers on both of the trucks and they started Of course, they turned off after taking the left turn, since those were real trucks, y’know
Pushing them through a long boulevard which ends by my residence (IRL, as well) I found many passports laying around, of which one of my neighbour, but without his picture… The first thought of mine was (when I saw the first passport) that I somehow managed to drop my passport, but then had realized that I didn’t use it recently.
Now, the second dream, involving the same SUV
I don’t quite remember the start of it any more, but I was some bloke minding his own business when someone kicked the shit out of him, just out of blue.
Walking forwards in ripped clothes and with a smudged face, a triad member shows up. I, being bloke, saw a cop nearby, but he was facing the other way, so he didn’t see when this wanker cut me arm with some fancy knife.
Walking forwards, just hoping to get back to the car, I saw another cop facing me forwards. Then the same triad member showed up and went towards me. I begged of him not to do me twice in the same day for which he nodded and just left away. The idiot in me nodded towards the cop who saw the chinese dude, and the cop decided to follow him. The moment he turned by the wall the triad was behind, I saw parts of cop’s body just about everywhere. I knew he’d kill me in a similar manner now, and I didn’t even try to run. Of course, he did kill me, but the moment he did, I started seeing through some teen’s eyes who was standing next to the SUV, looking how the good man is killing me. He was the triad’s friend, or was working for him… don’t know, however he, being I, started opening the trunk and commented that we should use alternate routes (and not highway) so that no one would find the body in the trunk.
He went in the car, and I went around the car to enter it, but when I opened the door my (nonexistant) younger brother was sitting there and someone was sitting at the driver’s place, and finally my father on the co-drivers place. I yelled at the little wanker to move so I could enter, and he did. After minutes of driving, I said to my father “you could at least drive faster, when you killed the mother”…
For the last one I was explaining an idiot whom I was working with (thank you Kali for the chat about him, now I dreamt of him) how to make a Pizza since he has never done anything on his own. For some reason, I used two ovens and was making different layers in different ovens, and since he “helped” and turned the ovens when he thought he should nothing came out properly… And in the second oven were potatoes… Fun.
After I checked the potatoes, I was no longer with previously said person but was in my grandmother’s flat. I checked out the instant pudding baggies that she has and was amused since they weren’t of usual size but longer. Didn’t surprise me much since grandma has always had stuff that’s different matter-less if it is for good or bad.
After helping ’round the house a bit, I heard some old lady’s voice. I then asked grandma if she did hear the same and she said that she thought she was. On our second attempt to hear, we heard “Marry christmas day” (though in Serbian) in a very rough voice. Grandma said that it was her neighbour and I nodded, and went to the room I was in just moments before. Surprised, I saw the woman who was talking to us from the window in that room! She said “Do all the witches look like me?” and then laughed. I made a polite yet witty comment, and grandma came in and hugged the witch-lady as if they were the friends from childhood.
We sat down and started chit-chat, she wanted to know what am I studying and such, so I started the boring story about my university.
After some time, the scenery changed again, and I was on a L-shaped couch with some girl who wanted to know the same (about my university) and I wanted to know about hers.
And then I woke up