June 26, 2009
About Drinking and Court
I wake up with a foggy mind, can’t remember much from yesterday, just fragments. To start, there are many people in my house. I immediately notice Lena, who came with her husband. Lena seems very warm and starts taking care of me, frying cutlets in oil. It feels nice, but in the back of my mind, I keep thinking that I’m not eating those oily cutlets and wondering, “What am I going to do with them?”… But Lena doesn’t stop, keeps frying, and starts chatting with me, keeping me company. Then, my memory starts to come back, and I recall some fragments from yesterday. I remember visiting someone, drinking there, and then drifting off somewhere. Later, we walked past a house where Oleg lives, and I decided to stop by. I saw his parents in his room. Oleg seemed to want to take me away from there, but I pushed through and introduced myself. I thought he didn’t want me to meet them because he had told me he’d already talked to them about me, but in reality, he probably hadn’t, and that’s why he was worried. To my surprise, his parents knew me. Also, Oleg lived in a small room next to the cinema, and after the screening, people kept rushing through his room, thinking it was some kind of technical space. It was all strange, so we left with the friends I had visited. After that, my fragmented memory brings back images of us driving somewhere in a car – and then I woke up at home.
A while later – BAM – I’m in a courtroom. And what a courtroom! It’s as big as a football field, at least. And there are at least as many people as at a UEFA Cup final. And surprise – they’re judging me! I stand behind the bar, with my lawyer on the left, the prosecutor across from me, and the judge behind him. The crowd is noisy and upset. The judge reads the charges from a paper, and among other things, I hear: “Thong, flashed, then she yelled ‘Fuck me as hard as you can!’” The picture isn’t looking good. It turns out that during a drunken night out, I had shown someone my bare backside and loudly invited them to sleep with me. Someone took offense and sued me, and the next morning, I was already in court.
My situation was very ambiguous, especially since the prosecutor started pulling out documents, including witness statements, claiming that I was an immoral person. I just threw up my hands because I didn’t remember anything. Honestly, I don’t know how it would have ended if I hadn’t woken up… Alcohol – the enemy, that’s what I’ll say. 🙂
July 9, 2009
I woke up at 7:40, literally pushed out of a very interesting dream. In it, I was taken to some strange world where love didn’t exist. Only love, or the memory of it, could bring someone back. Before leaving for this world, which had been vividly described to me by some demons, I had a loved one – a beautiful, tall young guy with huge brown eyes. But I disappeared into that other world. I spent a lot of time there until I suddenly remembered Him. When I remembered, I came back. And it turned out that He was also taken to that world, but we couldn’t meet there, because we had no memory of love, and therefore no memory of each other. But now I remembered. I went to some wizard, and he taught me what I had to do to bring my loved one back. I had to go back to that world again. Now that I remembered love, I couldn’t feel it. My mission was to find my loved one and make him remember that he loved me. If I became emotional, I would forget love and turn into a regular person in that world. So, I had to be cold, even cruel.
In this world, everyone had some supernatural powers. My loved one could instantly teleport. When I was part of that world, I traveled through time. When I returned, I had the power to transform and change everything. I became an unreachable goddess and walked through that world as a star. Of course, my loved one noticed me, but not as his love – he saw me as a beautiful woman. He was overcome with a desire to have me, and that was enough for me to start acting and make him remember. We ended up alone in some place, and he was about to remember, and I would take him away from that terrifying world, but then I woke up at 7:40. Damn it! I spent the rest of the morning until 9 AM imagining a happy ending for my dream. I came up with it, and everything turned out fine.
I also really liked how beautiful the boy was. 🙂
August 17, 2009
I was taking a literature exam, and I had to answer questions about a huge book called “Wineka” by a Russian writer, I think Vasilyev. The book doesn’t exist, but it was very real in my dream. I hadn’t read it, and for the umpteenth time, I was taking the exam on a book I hadn’t read, hoping that I’d get a passing grade for my persistence in showing up. But this time, it didn’t work out either, and I started flipping through the book, hoping to find something useful before my turn. But the characters were jumping across pages, events were mixed up, and I couldn’t even get a rough idea of the content – and I woke up in despair.