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Weird dream. Very weird dream.

For some reason, I was at the entry of the most luxurous casino of Las Vegas. I had imagined you had to be really welldressed, welthy or whatever to enter, but when I reached the door, the guard just asked me one question: “Can you randomly generate three different number?”

I was shocked. “That’s easy”, I thought, and said the numbers 3, 12 and 26.

Within moments I was grabbed from behind, dragged down in the dirt and suddenly I had handcufs and a blindfold. I lost conciousness and woke up minutes later in a cold prison cell with great metallic bars. Apparantly the cell was placed not far from the entry, because I saw the people passing through the gates, after being asked the question and after successfully generating three random numbers.

When I woke up I spent the entire bike ride to school (about twenty minutes) thinking about the dream, realising it’s impossible to generate a random number for a human being as a human’s thoughts are constantly bombarded by feelings and associations.

For example, the numbers I unconciously choose (3, 12, 26) are all low numbers (humans takes lower numbers since it’s harder thinking of higher ones), and they are in order by size. I don’t exactly know why this is, but I often happen to choose numbers in size. Probably it’s because I think “oh, that’s not high enough, I unconsiously choose low numbers so I have to try a bit higher”.

I can’t wait until I start reading the discrete course of maths.

Merely for the thrill, not to really steal anything, I was breaking into an old classmate’s home one night. On the first night, I was just going to prepare through taking out his dog and checking how the house was built. As I was inside (for some reason I was biking), I got lost, and trying to find the exit I got to the back door. I opened and biked out, but on the way I met another old classmate who was to visit my victim, and he saw me. I biked liked hell, finally coming home, fully aware that he had seen me biking out of his house.

I dreamt I finally told Renalta (a classmate when I studied in Rimini this summer) how ugly her bag was. She started crying and ran out of the classroom, but I felt strangely relieved. God, it’s ugly.

In a dinousaur (velociraptor) attack, someone (I don’t know who) got his head bit of. Then the dinosaur ran away laughing. My mother, Karin and I were standing chocked as we saw the head jumping back on to his head again, and him turning back to life. Karin and I ran away to explore the phenomenon closer, slowly realising that humans through evolution has learned to have their heads returned to them if they’re decapitated. We ran back to mom and asked her where the man with the head was. She answered that she had burnt his body as she didn’t think he had survived, even when he yelled at her to stop.

I dreamt I was out on some restaurant with my girlfriend Stina as we realised my ex girlfriend was stalking us. It was weird, since I haven’t talked to my ex in half a year.

I dreamt I had a meet-and-greet with Master Tuomas Holopainen of Nightwish, and he was really nice. ^^

I dreamt that Viktor (the guitarist of my band Over the Distance) told me that I wasn’t allowed to film him playing guitar, but instead I could film Marthin (a classmate) when he played tambourin, wore his green moustasch (which he had knitted on a craft lesson) and played squirrel.

I was walking in a town by a ski resort together with Tim, Marthin and Ida when I heard a weird mix of the two songs All I Ask of You (Reprise) and Journey to the Cemetery (both by composer Andrew Lloyd Webber) play out on the radio. I got really happy and yelled out “They play Webber, that’s Webber!”

Then I woke up.

I had a dream.

I was in America (I live in Sweden) and walking on a town square, I met two bag robbers. I had a baby carriage with my two guitars and my bag in it. While one of the bag robbers talked to me, the other tried to steal my things. Since I understood he was a bag robber, I shielded them all – but forgot one of the guitars (my favorite). He ran away with the guitar, and when I ran after him, the other guy stole my other things. For some reason, I suddenly had the stolen guitar in my hands (don’t know how), and ran away to the edge of the square. There, I met a girl who I asked to call 911 while I ran towards my stuff to get them back. When I was standing by them, I realised that I was surrounded by maffia guys, all of them holding guns aiming eachother. I had to duck to avoid the bullets, but then someone screamed “Hey, let’s take him instead!” and all of them shot at me. I ran away on the same time as the police came, and while the others were hunting the criminals, I told one of the polices, “It’s obvious that I’m in America, no-one would ever shoot a friend in Sweden.”

I’m weird.

I, Emmy, dad and my cat Sushi was professional spyes. We were hired of someone who was - due to him - accused of a bank robbery. Though, he wanted us to take away the suspicions on this man by revealing another man’s obsession towards children pornography.

By night, we went into his house, as the family who lived there. The radio was turned on, so Emmy asked if we could turn it off. I said no, but one minute later I did it myself. I was kind of a leader there. We also ate ribs of bone, and had the lefts in our pockets so there wouldn’t be any traces of us.

We made it to the suspects room, and checked through photographs (trying to find children pornography there), as we heard the family coming home. We paniced and hid. I hid in the teenager of the family’s room. After a while, this teenagers step into the room. First, he stared at me. Then he stared at my flashing shoehorn. Then I knocked him over, screamed to the others to come, and ran down the stairs. Downstairs, by the door, we met the mother in the family, who asked who we were. “Thiefs” I answered. She shouted to her husband as we put on our clothes. We then stepped outside, cool as cucumbers, and went home.