Todays dream was familiar. I was up in Kangos, visiting my grandmother. The whole family was there, and a few cousins too. The house was different, larger, I climbed up the stairs and entered a small room with a blue door, ceiling diagonal, a window looking out over barren landscapes, entered another room from this smaller room, and then I went out in the hall again. Tried the bathroom door but it was occupied, the floorboards were dry and the tapestry was white, not at all like my Grandmas house is.

My cousin Frasse appeared, saying we should go swim, and despite it being October and pretty cold I decided to go with it. He drove the car towards our little summerhouse by the lake. The road was dry and dusty (despite the fact that it should have been winter) and we passed over a bridge that isn't really there. He said something about having to drive the truck back home (another car than the one we were in) and how heavy the truck was, so I'd probably have to give it a push once in a while (just so you know, my cousin Frasse is nine yrs).

I put on a tape to listen to, with decent music I don't think I've ever heard before (in reality) featuring a rock band from GB, I asked him if he liked the music and he replied something about that it was fine, in a manner my buddy Andreas always does. When we were getting closer to the cabin I told him I'd take over the wheel, because I was a bit nervous having him drive the last bit, it being very crooked and close to a deep slope down to the water below. So I did, sped up, and slid through the twisting curves all the way to the cottage. The engine roared nicely. When there we decided to change music, so I grabbed a bunch of CD's from the door pocket and asked him which one he'd like to listen too. And there the story ends.

Not as spectacular as normal friends. :P