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.

Introductory Things!

So, seeing as I write down a lot of my dreams simply because they're so weird, funny or mysterious, I thought 'Why not publish them on blogger, so others can put in their two cents, too?'.
Here I am, with this blog, having a notebook full of dreams I jotted down right after waking up (which makes some of them a bit hard to read), all ready to smash your sanity with them!

Now, a few things that are still to be said:

• I have a slight obsession with Christian Bale, so he might show up in a few dreams.
• Thomas (my crush of two years, if you didn't know from the real blog) is the main character of 99% of my dreams, so he will be there often, too.
• I use vulgar language if needed, so if you are offended by that, don't read this blog.
• The old dreams will be published day by day, so check back often to see if there's anything new!

That was it, so now I'm going to start with the real dreams!