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The Burning Bus

I dreamt that the bus caught on fire.

My family and I were on one from the airport, though I'm not sure where we'd been, and in one particularly tight curve of the road the side mirror of the bus brushed against some dry grass, and suddenly the back of the mirror was ablaze!

We must have been in the UK, because the bus driver was sitting close enough to start swatting the mirror with a piece of cloth - the right mirror, and it didn't look like the tropics. He kept driving at the same time, trying to kill the fire by wind, too, even if that didn't seem to work at all.

In my mind I thought about how fire feeds on oxygen, and wondered if the fire wouldn't burn slower if we stopped... but we were all scared of slowing down too, because for some reason the bus was highly flammable, and it felt like if we did the fire would engulf the whole bus instantly. Even if it was just the mirror on fire. Separate from the main body of the vehicle.

Up until now we had been driving on country roads, far from the hustle and bustle of city traffic, but suddenly there were other cars on the road, an intersection was coming up and the city streets panned out in front of us. My dad ran to the front, and while the bus driver focused on the driving my dad leaned further out the window and managed to swat the fire on the back side of the mirror to really extinguish all of it.

I sat and wondered about how a mirror could catch fire like that, if it was really possible. If the grass was dry enough maybe. If particles from it somehow stuck to the mirror. That and the extra friction...

Moments later we'd stopped, everything was good, and we were fetching our suitcases from the bus. They were locked in on some strange seat-like docking stations that rose from the floor when you pulled at your suitcase.

I picked the wrong one first, but it was my sisters so that was OK. She wasn't on the bus for some reason but we had her suitcase too. I was about to fetch my own right after but... that's when I woke up.

Just another one of those everyday crazy bus ride catching fire dreams.

The Dystopian Dream

Earlier this week I woke up from the most dystopian dream I've had so far.

It started pretty cool. Me and a group of people I no longer remember were walking around the outskirts of a city, on a sandy area that was either desert or beach, when we came across a large, empty canal cut out in the sand. It had flat, sloping edges, and a flat bottom, all polished and straight, leading out towards the ocean where the excavators were just about to clear the final stretch to the water, and have it all come rushing in.

I imagined being at the bottom of that canal, and drawing that canal, with sketchy and slating lines to really capture the edges, and then came the water. Instantly the ocean swept its way in; filling it with water. I was surfing on the waves. I followed the rise. I witnessed the water first-person as it claimed the bay.

It turned out this was all a part of filming a new music video for Eminem, and the canal wasn't the biggest part, but more importantly the gigantic mountain of sand that towered behind it, rising to the left of the canal like skyscrapers of a city. The contours of the sand wall weren't obvious at first, but when they said it was supposed to look like the back end of a Chevrolet we could see it clearly. The lightning shifted. It looked like a rusty icon dredged down into the sand, lost to the decades that'd passed before it.

And behind this sand wall there was actually a city, with colorful lights and flickering neon. It was night, but it was bright. We walked along the aisles (because they really were more like aisles than regular streets and sidewalks), and looked up at the lit skies with awe.

Then it was time to go back, and this is where the dystopia started. The sky was once again that of an early morning with thin clouds filtering the sunlight, and we crossed a bridge to get home.

I didn't remember that bridge being there before.

At the highest point there was an intersection, with the crossing road leading straight into a wall of rubble, and we saw excavators or bulldozers shoving around large rocks below in a landfill of gigantic proportions, a field of stones and pitfalls deep below us, so large it'd be impossible to cross, and impossible to climb without the stones tumbling down on you.

It was like the excavators kept the field alive: a deceptive stretch of living stones just waiting to crush and bury you. A set of guards waited on the bridge, and I don't remember why but at first they wouldn't let us through.

But then they did, and I ran home, past this barren land, and embarked onto a forest road that slithered by a river, with dry autumn-like grass and leafless trees shimmering in the sun, the water running wild beside me.

Eventually the road became flooded, and I didn't want to go any further with my regular shoes, so I ran back again, thinking about how different the world was as soon you managed to get outside the s city. The divide was instantaneous as soon as you went down from the bridge and came into the forest. The light. The colors.

Everything was vibrant and full of life, and it might not sound like it, but that intersecting bridge was the heaviest notion of future dystopia I've ever been in. As I stood by the guard post I felt caged like I don't think I ever have in real life.

But then I was out, back in the wild, and I'm sure there was a bit more to my dream, like this fight with police I have some vague memory of (it ended with them letting me out, asking if I'd had some time to think about what I did, and I just said yes, the police are my enemy now, that's it).

Then I woke up to frosty landscapes and a warm winter sun.

Life's not so bad after all.

The Bird Dream

I dreamt of autumn fields, sun, a fading day, trees swaying in the wind as I lay on the grass and feathers.

Mom was coming closer - done with some chores further down the field, and I spotted a couple of fieldfares high up on the strawberry nets. I called out about it, but the net wasn't all in place, and one of them seemed to be getting ready to dive through, down to the ripe berries below. So I stretched out my left foot towards one of the sustaining poles, intending to scare them away.

Bam. I kick the wall by my bed. The sound vibrates through my head, the pain wakes me up and I wonder if I need some Arnica Gel for my foot... and sorry neighbors! If you were sleeping on the other side of that wall I'm pretty sure you're not sleeping any more. Ouch. Oh well. Maybe I could go back to the birds and feathers and fragile dream...

No luck. Guess I'm up a little earlier today.

The Spring Cleaning Dream

It's Spring CLeaning today!

I think I dreamt something about this too. It's been planned for a while, yet the one in charge of the planning within our little housing society hasn't called to a gathering, or requested anything particular from any particular person, so it's not certain there actually WILL be any spring cleaning at all...

That cautionary prospect was mirrored in my dream, but we were all there anyway. For a moment.

Next moment we're in a castle, and it's supposed to be a haunted place. There's a King there, but he doesn't say much. The castle overall is bright and airy, but there's a fear lingering in the air. Something's wrong. The inhabitants don't seem very happy with their surrounding. We're there as guests, and go through stone hallways and large rooms on our way to the table.

I follow a servant on a mission - to fetch something, and as we go through a dark wooden room, with carpets and somber paintings on the wall, candles on the mantles - typical rich-house decor - the lights start dimming. She gives me a mirror to use, a small pocket one, and though the room is suddenly entirely dark the mirror reflects a light that seems to chase something away.

We were headed for a balcony door, but for some reason we turn back and snake our way through the furniture and back into the colder - but brighter - castle walls within. I think we managed our mission, whichever it was.

I remember asking about the castle during our tour, but I don't remember the answers she gave me.

We explore some other areas too, and later on we're sitting at the dining room table with the KIng; having our meal. He laughs at first, and boasts about the food - which I'm not sure I can eat. Is it meat? Is it gluten? There's a dark leafy salad with something on it and I can't really remember what... in the dream I can't see it clearly either.

I'm polite anyway, but my sister really criticizes the food. I lecture her (she's my older sister so usually it's the other way around) on how we're having a meal with royalty and really ought to be behave better, but at first she won't have it. Then she explains she has a blasting headache and that's why she's acting like this - yet she's being unusually boisterous for someone with a headache. I'm skeptic.

She doesn't eat much, anyway, and neither do I. Mom and dad are there too, and they're behaving much better. It feels nostalgic.

Moments later a pirate ship arrives in the ocean outside - the large windows show a gigantic garden - mostly barren and uneven short-cut grass creeping up towards cliffs near the water - with some gigantic trees deeply rooted in the blanket of green.

The boat pulls up to shore and people start pouring out - and someone warns them they shouldn't be here. They're ready to party, but they don't know the castle doesn't welcome guests. There's something dark living within. They're not easily scared at first, but soon things start happening...

Moments later we're barricaded in a dusty house, in a completely different setting. I've been kidnapped, I think, but one of my friends seems to be a kidnapper. Or maybe he's just scared of the police.

When they come busting through the doors all of us come out with our hands up, but he's hid himself in an impossible place - within a wardrobe at the top of a staircase, where the door of the wardrobe faces the half-height door over the stairs, and the whole room is crammed with furniture, making it seem like there's really no space there to hide.

I call out to him, and he appears, and off we go. If I hadn't called I'm not sure they would have found him. I'm not sure why I called out either, but I know it'll work out for the best. We won't be arrested - we're just going with the police. The naivety of a dream.

And that's when I woke up.

Last Night's Dream

I dreamt I was involved in a prison break.

I'm not sure how it all started, but suddenly we were breaking out! It was me and two other guys - though I knew I wasn't the guy who I was in the dream.

In the beginning I think I was just a bystander. For some reason the prisoners were in our home, but as they continued their journey i switched places with one of them, until that guy was me.

It was strange, because only people who believed in the prisoners could see them. We were having tea with this old lady who was my character's grandma - not sure who she was, and though we could all see the prisoner, she couldn't. The police could, though. They almost caught them as they escaped through a gigantic yellow-tiled hall.

Them, not us? I'm a bystander again.

Moments later we were all on a pirate ship, and two guys in particular were in charge of the whole thing. One with a beard, and another... with an even greater beard. The leader looked a bit like Jack Sparrow's dad, and the other guy like your average tough guy. Like the lead singer in Bad Wolves.

Before this, one of the guys tried to escape with a girl... and something valuable. They drove away in a car - but crashed, and he was impaled in one eye with a tree branch, and she right through her torso. They ran out of the car and onward, trying to get away from each other, but succumbed to their injuries on something that seemed like a dusty hilltop - a bit like the border land in El Gringo. They talked a bit, and I think I might have been one of them... but I don't remember what they said.

Then they were back to the pirate ship; there to ask if they could be buried at sea. It was their right, and tradition.

Moments earlier I was on a school trip, with a bus that traversed the craziest roads! It rolled down one particular slope that reminded me of the first fall in Kålmården's new flagship rollercoaster last year: Wildfire.

I gasped for air at the descent... and I sat beside a girl on the bus who did the same. Because of this shared reaction to this temporary escape from gravity we started talking. The sights were beautiful btw - we looked out the window too, and really enjoyed them - even if the bus ran at the edges of ravines and all the most dangerous drops. There were no fences.

There was a guy too. Or two, maybe? We all became good friends, and later when the bus passed by our homes (in Bro) we all jumped off.

There were plenty of other people on the bus, but it turned out we all lived in the same area, and on a road that goes up a hill near my house we decided to have an obstacle course.

There was one particular wall of sand that pretty much ran vertically... and we decided to climb it! They had metal bars you could grab onto at the top, but it was frighteningly high and seemed to be easily collapsible.

I climbed like I had no fear of death though, and made it! And then it was time to go home, because the time was 23:11. One of the guys said he had to be home by six (a black guy), and I remember being happy someone else had worried parents, and also being surprised that it was the black guy.

I should have been surprised about the time, since it hadn't been long since the bus dropped us off - so there was no chance he'd have been able to match that time anyway.

I said something about how it'd be great if we could meet again - thinking we could go jogging. I have no idea if they liked jogging (I hate jogging - but in the dream I seemed to be in better shape), and we swapped addresses. Or more like: areas. I was the only one that really provided a street number, as I lived pretty much right by the place we were, and we sort of maybe decided to meet there again.

I had company of the girl on my way home, though, and it turns out she lived on the same street! We talked some more... and that's when I woke up. It was a good dream after all.

Last Last Night's Dream

I dreamt that I was picking up my cellphone - in a sleepy state, when the alarm rang. Confused. For a second or so I looked at my phone and wondered why it beeped like my alarm... and then I woke up.

In the dream I was visiting my buddy Nick somewhere in the Swedish archipelago (he actually lives in the UK), where they had a little house. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by a widespread belt of low-grounded green islands and shimmering dark water between them.

We'd just paddled there today, and were now pondering if I should take the (two hour) trip back, or stay for the night.

I asked if he'd expected I'd stay the night and honestly he hadn't, so I thought: alright, if the sun doesn't set too early - and I have GPS on my phone - then I might as well attempt the trip.

It was a scary prospect because the archipelago both is and looked like a maze from where we stood. Uninhabited islands stretched out around us in all directions, and considering it was 10 PM - the sun already low on the horizon, it was unreasonable to believe I'd make it back anyway before it had gone down entirely.

Not to mention we were both actually lying in our beds when we first discussed this. We were both tired. The room looked a bit like another buddy's old two-bed room out in Norrtälje, and the whole scenario reminded me of a visit to another buddy up in Överkalix. Somehow three of my best friends merged for this one occasion.

But it's a dream, so such things happen.

I never did learn if I was brave enough to face the unknown, and embark out into the waves on a trip back to civilization, or (the more realistic alternative) I stayed the night, and then gave it a try the next morning.

It seemed like he'd be staying a while, anyway, but I felt like I had a deadline to catch... somehow.

Earlier in the dream I remember being with my brother, and nephew, and I think we were in Östersund... but that part is all a haze at this point. The archipelago maze and confusing moment waking up with my in-dream cellphone - that's what I clearly remember.

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