Me and my mother visited an old friend of hers, he had nice on-floor villa in a hilly area close to the city, the sun was shining and the road swept along the land like a roller coaster, shadows shining through barricades of verdant green. We walked through a pair of open black barred gates to meet him, and he led us inside, into a large room with many meters up to the ceiling. There were two sofas, one a bit larger, one a bit smaller, both of them with beige pillows and light wooden frames to hold them, they curved slightly, and had no armrests or backs. We talked for a while on subjects I no longer remember, and eventually he agreed to lead us somewhere. We were walking towards the door when he suddenly pulled up a small pistol from his belt and told us that he knew I was wanted for murder and that we were going straight to the police. I was wondering if I could get the gun from him, because I really did not want to go to the police, I hadn’t liked him but the fact that he was doing this to us shocked me a bit. Luckily he started walking in front of us and I easily hit the pistol out of his hand, and I ran. He had a large dog, a golden retriever I think, which he promised he would send after me, but the dog never came. I ran through a labyrint of houses down to the downtown area, weaving through traffic, there were strangely no people at all. Eventually I was flying over cars, running on walls and feeling light as a feather, I had escaped, and it really felt wonderful. I landed together with a friend in the middle of a highway, there were workers drawing a line in the middle of the road and my friend accidentally stepped on it and smudged the road a bit. The workers glared at us.

The foreman, a young woman, reminded us that it was taboo to smudge road lines, and all of the other workers agreed, we were both ashamed since we had done something so terrible, but seeing as the foreman was a friend of ours she didn’t hold a grudge and agreed to hide us until the charges disappeared. My friend was now a girl, a Japanese youngster about as old as me. We arrived at an Asian looking hotel, with stairwells around a large and decorated entré. The lighting was dark and the walls were panelled with furnished red wood. We spoke for a while, then I went to bed. My friend stayed with the foreman and talked even further, and when she came back here eyebrows were gone and her teeth were black. She started stroking a thick black cream onto her eyebrows and it looked very realistic, though she didn’t know they were missing, she then proceeded with brushing her teeth and the blackness went away as well, she didn’t seem to notice any of this until I pointed it out, and when I did she traced the events back to their source of origin (an origin I no longer remember).

Somewhere in the hotel, Jackie Chan was staring at the security cameras, and an astonished expression swept across his face when he saw my friend with the missing eyebrows, and the black teeth. If you’ve seen one of his movies, you know how he looks when astonished. ;) I was thinking about if I had seen this Jackie Chan movie before, but I think it was a new movie to me, I remembered a scene where we were running together with him (me and my friend) and suddenly while crossing around an array of cars surrounded us and Jackie spun around in panic.

Anyway, the day after, my friend had retrieved her regular eyebrows and teeth and we went to a martial arts contests. I don’t remember much of what happened there, but I fought a lot of women, and I think I won. After the tournament I was no longer with my friend, so I went to another friends house, Andreas. His mother was there too and they were living (instead of the current small apartment) in a nice big villa with a carpet of luscious green outside, a beige stone wall and dark wooden window frame, the roof was terracotta. Inside the hall was large and stretched out to my left, the kitchen was straight ahead, through a door, and at the end of the long hall to the left Andreas had his room. They asked me how the tournament had gone and I said I won two but lost the last one, and they were surprised that I had one at all, I was feeling pretty good. His mom told me she knew I was accused of murder, but she wouldn’t tell a soul, she smiled.

I rested for a while, first on a sofa, then on a bed, then on the floor, all the time changing my combination of clothes to suit the varying temperatures. After a while we decided to play a game, and I was now with an old buddy of mine, Daniel, whom I haven’t seen in ages. He was Andreas at first, but somehow he changed along the way. The game we were playing was a strange one, in which you played out round pieces of your chosen color on a square of choice on the board (there were four squares, and the colors green – blue – red ). Each square was filled with squares, and I think it worked somewhat like Othello, but we never started playing. He placed out his pieces first, and I placed out mine, and then suddenly he started placing his pieces on my square saying this was the way it was done, so I did the same. There was another person playing, but he just stayed in the background the whole time. I was looking through a couple of blue boxes while Daniel put out his pieces, I think one of them was mine, there was one filled with empty matchboxes, and two more I don’t remember the contents of.

I was out in the countryside now, living in a dusty little house with a checkered floor together with a family of farmers. We were speaking about food and I was going to get the chicken, since I was hungry. It turned out the chicken was a zombie though, real creepy, and the head of the family had to help out (a round and friendly man, dressed in a blue overall and a straw hat). I managed to chop the chickens head of with a fork while he held it down, and stabbed him a little in the process, but not much. The chicken did bite him though, and we all knew he was going to turn into a zombie someday. So we thought it would be best to build up the defence around the farm. Thus we carried large rocks to the low  row already marking out the manors limits, and we were driving trucks too, a bit too fast, when a turn came and I had the choice of either turning and rolling over or hitting the brakes and destroying a nice patch of flowers by the roadside I chose alternative three, hitting the gas instead, jumping out, and letting the truck fly over the flowers into the lake beyond it. The whole manor was pretty much surrounded by the lake on three sides. The head farmer was astonished at my choice, but he started seeing things in my perspective after a while. I told him he was going to die soon anyway, but he didn’t take offence in my saying. There were lots of animals and insects around the place, and I wondered about how it would be if the bees were infected, it wouldn’t be very pleasant. I think we saw some other zombie animals too, but they stayed away. My friend from the tournaments was here too, and I remembered Jackie Chan.

I was drifting away from the dream now, and starting thinking about a quote I should write to my website: When they tell you “look, the devils children!” you don’t expect them to say “kill the devils children”. Like a more brutal perspective to the current dilemma, and then I woke up.