Accustomed to

After years of living underground after the Apocalyps had taken place we decided it was time to leave our hiding place. At the top of an old stone stairway there was a big grey door. With a bit of help I slowly pushed it open and saw a world that was different than the one I remembered.

People where walking through what appeared to be a shopping street. In stead of white, all window-panes were black. The people regarded one another in a very unusual fashion and their hairstyles were way out of order. Most women wore some kind of Australian cowboy-hat.

This, however, was the world I had to get accustomed to.

Opened

There was a series of underground theatre-performances scheduled to be played in a large concert-hall. I sat in the auditorium all by myself and at the same time I was sitting next to a young lady wearing white trousers. On her other side there was her boyfriend. In the back, on the left side there was another man. The curtains opened and a man stood on stage, announcing the performance. At that moment also the curtains at the side of the auditorium opened.

Pub

In my dream my lifegoal was to find a specific crucifix. In the dream I found it. It was a large wooden crucifix, depicting the suffering af Jezus carved out from one single peace of dark brown wood as portraited by a variety of famous artists.

In the end I discovered that the place where I found it was the backroom of an English pub.

Explosion

In my dream the girl of my dreams and I, together with a few others sabotaged a missile launch pad. Instead of going skywards the cruise missile went over ground straight for us. Most of our group jumped a fence in a futile effort to escape the impact.

I stood for the fence, manouvering myself in such a position that the missile would hit me straight away. At the moment of impact the girl in my dreams and I looked at eachother very happily and together witnessed the blinding light and silent explosion.

Hot

We (around 50 people) were at a garden-party in some warm country. Somebody was baking pancakes and eventually we all got two plain pancakes on our plates. There was only one bottle of syrup so you needed to be patient. Music was playing and some were dancing. When "One step beyond" from the band Madness played I decided to wait for the syrup no longer, stood up and started to dance. Unfortunately the floor was tiled since it was next to a swimmingpool and I was wearing leather shoes with wooden soles.

I slipped and fell but immediately stood up again and started dancing. With a few people from the party I found myself in a trailer where we got combat-instructions. I remember someone shouting out for their bulletproof vest. Turned out she was our sniper-assistant. When the siege was on she was the one pointing out the targets to our unit-sniper. She did so by standing straight, holding a lit sigar in her left hand. Only thing the sniper had to do was aim for the lit sigartip. A few moments later we saw the sniper-assistant staggering back to camp. We thought she was fooling around, pretending to be drunk but apparently she was stabbed in the chest. The knife was still sticking out.

While she was being attended to and someone was trying to figure out who betrayed her we went through our instructions again. Apparently we pretended to be a modeling-agency that happened to do a fotoshoot in the dessert. That also explained why we were able to beat press-agencies and other media with our footage. It was very hot in the trailer and I switched off a light next to the far left make-up mirror. Our make-up lady pointed out to me I just switched off climate-control and turned it back on again. I was still hot.