08.09.18 Sir Ian Mason, a Christian insurance company and other stories

This is pretty hard to begin with, and pretty odd, but let's say that this is the second time this man appears in one of my dreams in a short period of time, and it's reaching the dangerous threshold of three (three times that I dreamt of my other most favourite vocalist of all times, Erik Danielsson. From three on, I shall start worrying about the shit in my head).

Let's present this yet more bizarre than the previous dream from a kind of... beginning (let's call it so). We were at what used to be my grandma's house in Aranda de Duero. The conversation had derived from my hearing at some public office the name of this man, Ian (sir Ian Mason, your new Messiah if you ever see The Wizards perform live), don't know exactly why. So I asked grandma, who was there with me: "But, grandma, does Ian actually work as a clerk for the administration?", to which she answered: "Nope. He works as a door-by-door insurance salesman for a company called Jesus and as a receptionist at a hotel". Yeah, named Jesus after the Messiah of christianity and yeah, it appeared to be a christian company. And of course, if I keep guessing, I'll end up being right in my predictions about what is the actual profession of this man. *NEXT SCENE*

We were still at my grandma's house, only that now we were talking in the small living room that sometimes served as a bedroom. There was some music playing in an old radio cassete (or a device aesthetically similar, I can't say). At some moment, I needed to turn down the volume and I tried to do so, but I couldn't reach the controls, due to the transparent film wrapping the device. I tried pulling it out, but all I did was get more and more nervous and anxious. I felt how I couldn't breath properly, like I was drowning (which was kinda happening in real life, and it's a bit creepy). It all ended up with my grandma accusing me of pretending to be anxious and my uncle trying to defend me but only agreeing with me at certain points... *NEXT SCENE*

This might have happened at the beginning, in the middle, in the end... but it doesn't matter, it's just the only unconnected part of all this tangle.  Mom and I arrived at a flat in a holiday resort, with our bags, cases and... beds! Yeah, our beds that we had to bring upstairs. The flat was not very big, but had a large balcony plenty of plants with enormous, round (disgusting) bugs flying around them. And behind the plants, against the rail, a very weird dog. It seemed to be a kind of zombie, with only his very thin and apparently fragile bones, and some fur, like feathers or fluff/fuzz, covering this fleshless skeleton.

And all of this after having woken up at 6 am only to sleep one more hour. This has happened in a freaking hour

07.18.18 My new favourite singer works in the middle of nowhere

Here I come with more bizarre dreams, yet short. 

This time it was Ian Mason, The Wizards' vocalist. I dreamt he worked at the Carrefour supermarket my friends and I had gone to. He had the left side of his head shaved, dreadlocks and the rest of his hair tied in a kind of ponytail (jeez I don't know how a head can give so many possibilities). His uniform was a red polo shirt, almost burgundy red. I had the intention to greet him as we came out, but there was actually nothing to see or do there: no fridges, no corridors, no food, no goods... NOTHING, just an immense white terrace and an uncertain destination I didn't get to dream of.

02.04.17 The Conspiracy of a firewall and... Erik Danielsson (once again)

My mixing stuff in dreams is going too far, right? Cause mixing Erik Danielsson, my classmates, friends, a hospital and some shit about a firewall is not too normal. Well, anyway, let's start from the very beginning:
I remember being in class, at university or somewhere similar. I had to hand in a work about Erik Danielsson, Watain, music or something similar. The teacher was turning on the projector (made up of a simple lens and  the screen of the computer), and then I realised that half of my work wasn't properly attached and formatted. That including a curious logo... So I came out. *NEXT SCENE*
Once in the street, I was with grandma, looking for a place where I could print the other half of my work. We arrived at a crossroads. The street looked simple and old, yet the building in front of us was huge as fuck. I rushed in, trying to find what I was looking for. I went in and out many times while waiting for grandma. Saw a bar and a kind of supermarket... It was all very strange (but in my head I think it was supposed to be another university) *NEXT SCENE*
The last time I came in, with grandma, we never came out. First it was all dark and I was like in a bar, chatting to friends, classmates (yeah, suddenly all my classmates were there instead of being in our classroom, attending the lesson), and various people. And the barman was... EXACTLY! Erik. I was tempted to show him my work, but there was no time. I just took some time to have a little fun. *NEXT SCENE*
The bar had just seemed to fade, all my classmates were there, leaning on the handrails of the staircase. It now looked more like a university or a hospital... A public building in any case (Something I might have seen before or whatever). I remember people going and coming to and from the vending machines. They were getting food, cause, apparently, we were going to be forced to spend a long time there. I strolled here and there, chatting with everyone as usual. I was in the right wing of the building. I went to the other side to find a couple of classmates, one of them suffering from an excruciating pain in his leg, sweating, his face all very red. The other classmate of mine was just looking at him, not knowing what to do, but not too worried about the whole thing anyway. I asked him what was going on. "His leg hurts as fuck, he suffers from an herniated disc". So I told him to help me, to massage his leg while I tried to slow down his pulse. And it worked.
I think I slept there, and woke up the next morning wearing a normal T-shirt and some black, tight pants that covered half of my thighs. The building was bustling with activity, so I started looking for my people. I found another classmate and friend, Bolche, who told me "They're coming for us. They're emitting a huge amount of power that stays in here and the radiation is really dangerous". I became worried, really worried. I asked when we were going to be allowed to go out of there. Someone said 7:45...
Suddenly, I saw people gathering in a queue, and I also found grandma, who told me that if we passed the firewall checkpoint, we could go out. We were about to be tested against a firewall. She soon went inside the room where people were prepared for the test. However, it took far longer for me. I tried to reach the end of the queue, but I was continuously stopped by friends, acquaintances, even one of my ex's (I was so happy to see him anyway). The funny thing is that, even in that situation, I was still trying to find Erik to show him my work and try to get him to sign it (I love it xD). Finally I made it to the queue, and a conveyor belt took me to my next stop.
The room where we were prepared for the firewall test was like a hospital room, with its typical huge beds. I lay on one of them and a nurse came to help me get ready. She spread some gel (the same they use for ultrasound sonographies) on my legs (I still had the pants on), and I heard someone tell me that during the test they were going to shave them. She went on spreading stuff on me, now another kind of gel on my belly and chest. That was when I realized I was wearing the swimsuit I usually wear when I go swimming.
While she was doing that, we heard some music. The kind of sound was similar to Star War's Imperial March, and she thought it was actually this piece, but it was the subject of my fugue, and I told her it was "The Firewall". Before she was done, she wanted to stitch a string to my back, supposedly to take off my T-shirt in just one movement. I started panicking when she showed me the mask and all the gadgets...
So she stopped trying to convince me and just went. My bed didn't seem to stop moving so I tried to drive it somehow, I went into the next room, which wasn't in fact a room. It was a huge hall that mixed a giant shoe section of a shopping mall with the rest of the hospital (they were literally fused, there was no separating infrastructure). I went into the mall, which was full of Converse-style sneakers of all colours imaginable. There I found, Amaia, another classmate. She was as happy and affectionate as always. I just remember being as affectionate as I am with her and giving her a couple of kisses in her cheeks. But suddenly I started crying and saying "Amaia, can't you see? They're going to kill us, they're going to kill us!!" And I tried to flee, getting off the bed and then realised that maybe no one should see me like that... 
The last thing I (vaguely) remember something about addresses and ports... And no, I didn't get Erik to sign my work, what a pity!

By the way, due to this dream, I'm gonna rename my fugue to "The Firewall Fugue (Fugue in D minor)". And here it is

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!)

03.01.16 Medieval jam session

This is about a jam session in a little bar at 4 am...
This bar was in the old quarter of an unknown town and had two entrances in two of the block sides. On one side, there was part of the bar and some beds (yes, beds, bunk beds, or even hospital beds) all together; on the other side, the other part of the bar and, at the back, some kind of chamber or hideout or something similar. It was a medieval style bar, with its rustic doors and all that jazz...
Well, we were at the back of the bar, at this chamber or whatever it was, and there was, it seems, another chamber in the basement, whose entrance was there. There were people gathering up their stuff and coming out of that dark threshold carved in stone. All kinds of things came out from there: weapons, war tanks... and a double bass. When I saw it I felt a sudden need to play it and I went to the other side to gather mine, which was there.
The other side, where the beds were, was an L-form corridor and at the back there was a wardrobe and my double bass. I dragged it outside, slowly and carefully, as the corridor was narrow (and packed of beds). Due to the pressure when passing through the corridor, when I came out of the bar I just had a cello in my hands. And I kept on running and suddenly it was just a violin without its bridge or strings (which had been lost on my way to the other side), and when I arrived at the other side, thinking they might be gone, I found out I had nothing, but, surprisingly my double bass was there, intact.
Then, we started jamming to Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik. My teacher Lerman, and a friend, Mario, playing a single double bass, the one that had come out of the basement, which was lying on an enormous block of stone, my friend Sergio playing the trumpet and I was playing my double bass.
Yup, very normal!

02.26.15 Strange dreams pt. I&II: Satan, South America, Arabia and Donkey Kong

Strange dreams pt.1: Satan
The first thing I remember is being in a bar, having a drink. A friend called Pavel, Watain's Erik Danielsson and somebody else whose identity I can't remember were also there. The three of them, along with the bartender, were discussing about Latin, Satanism and the connection between them. I can't remember what was being said, but I remember saying something like: "if the ideas purposed by Satanism are so deep and complex by themselves, why would one try to express them in such a difficult language as Latin?". Pavel recognized I was right...
Then, after some more conversation, we looked at Erik, who was totally asleep, laying down his head on a statue that resembled him and was kind of embedded in the wall. So we concluded that he was sleeping on himself xD. We decided to wake him up. He just said "hello" with a strangely high-pitched sweet voice and sounded friendly (not polite, but friendly! That's weird, I guess, lol). He even shared some jokes with us. No idea of what happened in the middle, but the end was even stranger. Imagine a countryside landscape, and Erik running cause he was being chased after by a cute girl who wanted to have sex with him. Finally he stepped into a river and this girl finally reached him. When they were really close to each other, she turned towards me and, oh surprise! It was a man!! (And yes, I was like, What the fuuuck??). END OF IT.
Strange dreams pt.2: South America, Arabia and Donkey Kong
If it was not enough with one strange dream, here comes another one (or another part of it). I was hanging out with some classmates, and we walking a pretty hard slope. In the meanwhile, a South American man followed us saying to himself what things he could say or not in order to effectively sell us his stuff (not the most normal thing, right?). I think we ended up buying him some musical stuff. Then, after the slope we went to a bar, had a drink and listened to our newly bought digital format music. My classmate selected a track and, just at the beginning, we could hear something about a man from Afghanistan having set a bomb (guess it was a fundamentalist, or else what follows has even less sense than before). And yes, it was part of the track. Then, some muslim women came to us with their husbands, mad in anger cause what had just sounded was a horrible blasphemy. We were made to leave the place (well, we would've done anyway, for our own safety). My classmates started complaining about it and commenting on what had just happened. I was so nervous, cause I thought that they were following us, that I told my friends in low voice to shut up.
Finally, we arrived in an old bakery (by old I really mean old, medieval I could say), that served us as a shelter. There, my classmate, from whose telephone the track had come out, started shouting and going out of control. I was obviously worried and tried to calm him down, though I had to shout at him a little bit. The Muslims came again, but this time nothing happened. All of us, except this classmate of mine could go home. I was the last to leave. I wanted to be sure that everyone in the bakery was ok. From outside, I looked through the window, and saw the owner, a pair of little children, and my classmate. Seeing those innocent children, absolutely unaware of what could've occurred, made me cry desperately.
After a long walk home (periodically, I looked back in order to see if my classmate was following me, but determined at last to ask him the next day), I sat in front of the computer, and saw that there was a process running in a crazy loop in my IDE. I pasted some more code and pressed enter, and then a drawing of Donkey Kong was printed on the screen in full color and ASCII characters, while the other process kept on running. Between frightened and angry, I abruptly stopped the running process using Ctrl+C and it was only then that my mum woke me up.

02.11.17 Psycho vampires in the hospital

This is, by far, the most fucked up dream I've ever had in my life. Not because of the senseless stuff but because of the unusual violence...
First of all we were at the university, but the corridors looked more like the tunnels of the subway stations. There were lots of people and I found a friend, Martín. We walked the corridors together, and I found a classmate, Jon, who I had to give some classnotes. They both followed me as I was rushing to somewhere that was totally unknown to me (maybe I just can't remember it)... NEXT SCENE.
Next I found myself in the hospital, where my grandma was. She had to stay there until she was completely healed. But we started arguing very violently, it was disgusting... Suddenly, I was at another part of the hospital and some doctor was extracting as much as two tubes of my blood, which made me feel extremely tired all of a sudden. That blood was for some kind of test, but the doctor wasn't done yet. He tried to extract more blood drops from my face, my legs, my arms... as he got more and more unkind. He laughed as he saw my difficulties to breath, move, speak, etc. My voice was getting low and distorted as though it had passed through a voice modulator; his face became deformed and grotesque. He was a vampire and had converted me into one. Two more vampire docs came to catch me with a knife, but I managed to take the knife and get away.
I just ran and found a classmate from the music school, Julen. I stopped to talk to him but instead, I looked at him, then at the knife and stabbed him in the back. Then, I said to myself "Okay, this is how one kills a person", and ran away. Then I threw the knife in an empty bin (important, I still remember the sound of the knife against the plastic of the bin...) in some street in Barcelona...