Sunday, July 18, 2010

18.7.2010: Spanish Kids, Thomas and School

It all started with some kind of Yes, the school year is finally over-Celebration.
We stayed in a hotel, with all the teachers and also Thomas (who would've guessed that?).
While we were in our hotel room, I ate soup and discussed things with him, then talking about the new iPhone 4. He has an iPhone 3G, like me, but wanted the new one (at least in my dream). I ranted about it being so unbelievably expensive, and not having any money, to which he replied with 'I already have 555,55€' and smiled.
Afterwards we went into some kind of common room and he told me that he was a member of SchuelerVZ (it's like FB for German/Austrian/Swiss pupils.), so I wanted to type my name in ordner to make him add me, but I couldn't see clearly because I thought I had something in my eye.
We went to the back of the room and I asked Mona if I really had something in my eye, but she said no. Thomas then turned to me and said 'I always see these things, let me look' and took my face into his hands. He starting caressing my face and smiling at me, and I was really happy. (the thing in my eye seemed to have vanished, too! Magic Thomas, anyone?)
Back at our hotel room, teachers came in from time to time, ranting about us eating, and talking, and breathing, and why we where actually alive we brats. I wanted to hang my bathrobe (which I had on, I don't know why) on a lamppost, and while doing so I noticed Thomas peeping under my nightgown.
Then we suddendly were in the common room again, Felix and Raphael were giving a 75-page long speech about the four years we all spent together. Our Latin teacher told Thomas he could leave anytime he wanted, but he decided to stay there and smiled at me.

I was at the train station then, somehow watching an episode of a fictional show that I've dreamed of a lot recently, where some spanish child wants to flee to Spain while hijacking a train. It's so weird and borked that I can't really tell you what happens every time, but this time it didn't work out, that's all I know.

At home I suddenly was in Mona's flat, but my room was my room, and Andy was there, being all happy about a new PC he bought.

Then I woke up.

2 comments:

  1. ...

    And all this was in your dream? I usually can't remember much from my dreams. Yours seem to be incredibly detailed.

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  2. Yes, it was indeed, but my dreams are really detailed most of the time.
    After all, lately I've been thinking whether I have a mental disorder or not and in my opinion, it's very likely that a am a bit lunatic.

    I read a quite interesting article about schizophrenia and creativity being very close together, and Google brings up a lot of results if you look it up.

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