03.27.17 Swedish midsummer night and other dodgy tales

Me dreaming about Sweden. How strange, isn't it? My journey is set for August, but I was already there. It was a warm midsummer night and I was walking through the streets of some Swedish village with my grandma. We were in that part of the city cause my friend Kaos was supposed to be living there. Then, we passed by the Spanish consulate. It was a big, big house, but it didn't say Spain on the plate, but Bilbao (because we're worth it xD).
Walking a bit further, we went into a garage and suddenly got locked in there. I tried pressing the button that was meant to open the gate again, but nothing happened. Fortunately, a young woman appeared. She was tall and thin, wore black clothes and had long, straight, red-brown hair. I thought of talking to her in Swedish, but it was too risky so I asked her in perfect English if she could help us out of there. I was afraid that she thought we were there hiding or to commit some kind of crime, but she was instead so kind and opened the gate for us.
When we got out of there, we met a classmate of mine, Jon, his mom, auntie and, once again, his twin, who I don't know, but it doesn't matter, cause all I have to do in my dream is to replicate my mate's image. After warm greetings, we kept on walking and arrived at a crossroads, square, whatever that was. There were some little, reddish houses, that I think are typical from Visby (Sweden), yet in my head we were in some kind of reproduction of a French village. Near there, there was a huge gothic cathedral. There might be more classmates with me, cause I told another person (someone different from the ones I've mentioned so far) to wait, cause I wanted to take some pics of the church, as I have a soft spot for gothic architecture (I think in real life I don't, but anyway). We kept on walking inside that kind of French village. There was a garden, then a stair and a bar, all in a little square. There was also, outside of the bar a kind of exhibition and there was some sound equipment, similar to the one I have at home. When I jumped the stair, going after the rest of the people, the equipment turned on and I was super embarrased cause I could be accused of touching something that wasn't mine.
However, nothing went wrong, the owner of the bar was a funny Spanish man, that invited us to go into the bar. And so we did, and we also came to the other side and suddenly it was day. We were in a square, it was a hot summer day, and that square seemed like the main square in Aranda de Duero (so hot and sunny in Sweden? How come? I thought).
Some people were there, begging for money, but they weren't normal beggars, they were engaged in some sort of criminal activity, scam or something similar. They started harassing us and suddlenly, I turned left and there was my father (Oh, please, how dodgy, get me outta theeeeere).
Then we change scenes. Completely. In the last part of this strange dream, the scene corresponds to a recursive dream I have. I was with my mom, in her car. She had to drive on mountain roads, with impossible  curves and impossible slopes (almost vertical or even worse). I spent all the time thinking how it was possible that we didn't just fall. Finally we came to a plane. We had to stop there so I could have breakfast, because I wouldn't arrive home on time and would have to go straight to university. There was a bar, yet we had our own food. Mom started giving me packets with food, and I didn't know what I had to eat. The waitress told me that it was the same, but mom was speking too much and organising everything in a different way each time she spoke! (What a mess!)

12.24.16-12.26.16 Choir Combo, fruit salads and habaneras

3 days in a row dreaming! It was worth it to dedicate this event a proper post.

As you know, I sing in a choir. We are amateur, but our conductor conducts yet another choir, called Ondarreta. My first dream is about it...
I dreamt that I had recently joined Ondarreta, and I had to pick up the songs, to study them, in a bar in Bilbao. I told my grandma I was going to do so. And there I was, in the bar, and when the waiter served me the songs... well, they were different kinds of fruit salads. One could tell it was THE bar, cause some women in the choir were there, "practicing their songs", this is, eating their salads. Along with the salads, I was given a looong straw covered with a case made of cloth. And also a tea cup with its little dish and everything, made of ceramic painted in gold.
Later, I met my grandma and we walked through unknown parts of Bilbao (actually it wasn't Bilbao, but some scenarios I've seen before in other dreams) and when we arrived to somewhere we already knew, she said: "Oh, shit, we know this part, this is no longer fun". NEXT DREAM.
My second dream was also about choirs, but this time, all the students in my class formed a choir and we had to sing in London. Just before we go, we go to what used to be my grandma's flat in Aranda de Duero. It looked exactly the same, and I was very confused. I was with a classmate, Pablo, in the kitchen, and told him: "Man, this is so... strange. You know? This has been MY place, that, MY fridge, those MY magnets... this is so confusing". I was worried cause I thought I might leave some stuff because I thought I would come back to what had been a place of mine. The funny thing about that kitchen is that there was this typical mechanism to insert coins a bit above the sink. It was white to fit the wall, and if you inserted a coin, you could fill a glass of water. Another of those was place in the cupboard below, but I can't remember the service it gave access to.
So we finally went to London, but it looked a bit too strange. I was with another classmate, Jon. We were walking and the landscape looked like a country one, with hills, meadows and stuff. We came across a bunch of German girls that greeted us so kindly and I told my classmate that we had sung with them before. We went down and into the urban area and when we arrive to a square we decided to take the bus back to the place we were due to be (the first one left before we could take it, and we had to wait for the second one)... NEXT DREAM.
This was the strangest of all three. I can't remember lots of things, just wanting to see a film or being in a theater with a couple of classmates, Amaia and Jon, and Jon's twin brother, Mikel (never met him, but, you know, it's enough with duplicating the image of his brother with little modifications xD, like the piercings in the face). Before leaving the place, I was feeling again the sensation that I was going to forget something there. We were sigining as we left and some music started to sound in the speakers. Then Mikel says, but I mistake him for his brother, "hey, I know this song", to which I answer "we listened to it the other day while doing [insert whatever here]". I look up and correct myself "Sorry, I thought it was your brother xD".
And after that, I only remember looking as crazy for the habanera rhythm. It was such a thorough search that I've woken up confused xD; and thinking I had to write an habanera. And I will do so. Meanwhile, this was sounding in my head...