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Fever dreams

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Friday, June 9 2017

  3. Garden street flat, evening. I’m assembling a jigsaw puzzle of a world map. It’s nearly complete, but I have just one piece missing. I get a mail pigeon and release it out of the window to fly to FöddFörlorare. I keep fiddling with the puzzle while I wait for the pigeon to return. Also on the table there’s a huge white candle with three wicks and suddenly one of them lights up. BlueOpossum is sitting behind me, typing his dreams on a red laptop and he say

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Prison party

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Saturday, June 3 2017

2. I was in a girl gang with Ivy and some fifteen other, unfamiliar girls. Ivy looked more like Megan Fox, but still was her own unmistakeable self. It was a cold winter day. The lot of us were walking along the train tracks that ran in a deep ravine on our right. We reached a place where Ivy had a secret drug cache; she removed a small bag of dried toadstools and put it in the pocket of her red fur coat. There was a zipline going all the way down over the train tracks to a wire fence on the

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River runs through

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Wednesday, May 10 2017

2. A criminal (unfamiliar pale bald man in late 30s) had escaped from the prison. It was middle of Finnish winter and he was following a small stream through the snow-covered fields. There were two neat straight lines of pylons on either side of the stream and his way was illuminated by purple northern lights. The stream led him to a house that was abandoned for the winter, so he took refuge there and stayed until spring when he was finally apprehended. He wasn’t aggressive at all a

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Warsong

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Wednesday, April 19 2017

3. Michael is marching in a straight line across the fields through the blizzard, strumming a small guitar and singing in a hoarse, raspy voice. He is wearing warpaint and an unbuttoned brown shearling coat. I cannot make sense of what he sings, it’s like a really bad death metal growl; however, the sound of both his voice and guitar stays the same volume even when he falls face first in a snowbank and then crosses a river walking underwater. He walks past a lean-to where two boys in their

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Sleepyheads

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Sunday, April 16 2017

1. Christmas, an unfamiliar flat where I live with Laura and two unfamiliar girls (maybe Kazakh or Tatar, but they speak Russian). We exchange presents; I give Laura a pack of ribbons and she presents me with a game similar to twister, but here you have to step on small coloured balloons to pop them. Happy and tired I go to sleep. I’m alone in my room, but just as I’m falling asleep, Laura opens the door and shows an uninvited guest in, asking if he can spend the night here. I tak

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Fake lucid dream and false awakening

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Sunday, April 2 2017

1. I’m in an empty unfamiliar room. I realise I’m in a dream while looking out of the window at a beginning snowfall over a freshly ploughed field. To test this realisation, I decide to do something that would be impossible for me in the real world and do a handstand near a silver-coloured round fireplace. Everything is very clear – I look down at my hands and make a mental note that there is no wedding band on my ring finger. Near my right hand there are some white birch r

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Harp march, cooking jam and a bit of time travel

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Thursday, March 9 2017

  1. Sunny summer day, unfamiliar dusty road. I’m on a bus with my mother; we both fall asleep. When I wake up, she can barely breathe because of a heart condition. The bus driver says he does not need any problems and kicks us off. I know I have to keep her awake and moving or she’d die. I have a harp strapped across my chest and play an upbeat tune for us to march to. In the dream I realise that I cannot play the harp, but no matter now I touch the strings, it sounds okay.

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Shifting shop, eco couple, porridge and antlers

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Monday, March 6 2017

  1. I am in a peculiar shifting shop that changes every hour – first it’s a dance school and I lie on the floor, holding a half-eaten piece of bread in my hand, peeking under a bookshelf where a dancing caterpillar is teaching other blue caterpillars an upbeat dance, like samba. This part I see from beneath the point of view of the lead caterpillar – I can see myself there, my mouth open with amazement and dust bunnies in my hair.   Next it turns into a shop

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Mail-lady and the aspiring dancer + lots more

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Sunday, February 26 2017

1. A photoshoot in a light studio with high ceiling. I’m dressed in a white regency dress and long gloves, and am held by a tall person in black morphsuit and cloak. The photographer (an unfamiliar young girl) explains that she’s going to photoshop it to look like Mary Shelley is embracing her shadow. In the dream it makes sense.   2. There are aliens aboard Destiny. The dream never shows them, but Eli records their voices through the wall and plays the recording for Chloe

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Art gallery streets

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Wednesday, February 15 2017

1. Hometown near my old primary school, cloudy summer day. I’m on a ski lift 20 feet up, slowly moving westwards, with a clowder of cats in the street below me. I look in amusement as they jump to get me, knowing that it is impossible, when a gray cat almost reaches me. When he fails, a ginger-and-white cat takes his place and actually touches my foot, but I shake him off. 2. I board a train after some demon hunting. There are still wisps of smoke around me from the heat of hell and

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