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...

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...

12.21.15 Super Erik

This time I'll be short. Gonna tell you probably one of my most hilarious and surprising dreams. Definitely one I won't easily forget...

Watain's Erik Danielsson was at my place (it didn't really look like my house, but I somehow knew it was). Don't know what he did, but he fell asleep for five days in a row (5 F***ING DAYS xD. Who sleeps so long?), and then woke up. At first his eyes were blood red, then recovered their original colour, but that wasn't though the original Erik. He had developed some kind of mental superpowers (you know, teleporting, mental control and such kind of stuff). How did we know? Well, we did know from the beginning, but the proof came afterwards. We were in a crystal elevator, and when it reached the top, it slightly started to fall. All of a sudden, he was out, lifting up the elevator and helping us out, with his mental powers, faster than I could actually realise what was happening...

Definitely, that's not a situation in which I really imagine Erik to be, and that's why it is so hilarious xD...

11.06.16 London-Bilbao-Aranda: The Matrix, and other kind of shit

Hey, too long since I just wrote a dream! Next step from fucked up is finally here. As usual, can't remember all the parts as a whole, but anyway. Let's start with the early parts...
We were in Bilbao, but it obviously didn't look like it. We were in a room, programming stuff with very strange computers. I was with some university classmates & friends. When we went out I realised that the so-called room seemed to be in a castle...
One of those classmates was also my friend, Bolche (he's called Jon, but anyway). I was really affectionate with him, hugging all the time and so on (sorry if I disturbed too much in the dream, man xD) and grandma came and shouted at me: "STOP BEING LIKE THAT WITH THIS GUY!", but I didn't really changed my attitude. So, as I said, we went out, and walked by the river, across a bridge. The area seemed like my favourite beach where I live. And suddenly, a woman came and asked for directions to go to a place in Bilbao that I've never been in. She showed a map with all the parts of the city represented as connected clouds, as though it were some kind of networking scheme. I immediately answered: "Sorry, I don't know the place you're asking about and this map doesn't help whatsoever, can't see anything with this representation". I remember having the thought that I wanted to tell my boyfriend this anecdote.
In another part, I was at a tattoo studio, that seemed more like a normal flat (I know I'm missing details, but it doesn't really matter). I asked her to draw a design of mine on my skin, and showed her the paper where the tattoo was drawn. She said she couldn't draw that, and needed a better version of the design so I showed my agenda and then she accepted to do it (I can't see why the second one was better, can you see the difference??).

Original design

The drawing on the agenda

Then, the hard and also the main part comes. The Matrix, the interdimensional space. We seemed to be in an interdimesional space located in London, by the river Thames. We seemed to be there under the control of someone called Jorge, and I had the sensation that it wasn't the first time. Maybe solving a mission or don't know what. The big space was kind of a medieval city with three main squares: one with the façade of a classical cathedral, the other one with the façade of a neoclassical cathedral (one of them seemed more like baroque, but one mixes the concepts) and the last one had the façade of the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, it was the modern space, and seem to contain a concert hall/theater that was marked with a sign that said something like "..., of the sun", who knows what.
In the first scene there, I knew I had walked through the two first spaces, but never the third, and I had walked down the bridge by the Thames to cross to the other part and see some places in London. But I had never been to the third space, so I was so stunned by it. I was with my grandparents, and they wanted to go out of the medieval city. They wanted to go through that last square and I wanted to convince them not to do so. I only knew the other two parts and the front entrance, and knew for sure that we weren't going to find the river so as to have a reference. For some reason, I was convinced it wasn't all symmetric and square and the way one should expect it. It's what happens when you're in a parallel dimensional space.
Finally, grandma insisted to go out through the back entrance and, as I had foreseen, we got lost. We walked following the walls of the city and suddenly found an auto retailer and a garage that didn't have a way out. We went through doors and elevators and finally found a yard full of sand. NEXT SCENE.
On the other hand, the flat or place we lived in inside of the city, was once again that flat my grandma had in Aranda. Or at least looked like it. We had a computer to do stuff, but it also seemed the point of control Jorge had on us. And seemingly we solved something we were needed for. Suddenly, a pretty, young girl dressed in a white gown appeared and said: "Thank you so much, I can finally go back home". I don't know what happened; maybe the little boy her family had recovered and she was the spirit and could came back, or maybe someone that was impersonating her disappeared and she could take her place again... The thing is that she walked through the cabinet for the electric meters and I knew our time was over somehow.
I went to my computer and saw it print snippets of senseless, crazy useless code on the screen and thought: "Fuck, we are running out of time. The other time we were warned that our time in the space was over and had time to collect all our stuff!!!". So I hurried to collect all my stuff, cause the condition was that we could get out of the space, but our things and personal objects couldn't, and I was about to lose too many things. Then it all began to be absorbed by some kind of black holes and spirals. Even in my bag there was one, but I could retrieve all my things from there. And also the lamp in one of the rooms began to compress, and I pulled it down to give it its form again, fitting the different parts in their correct places again. I retrieved all the material but deformed it though. Nevertheless, it recovered its form on its own in a short time. 
The final scene is mom, grandma and I wondering what had really happened. We wondered what would happen if we woke up, if that so-called Jorge would force us to forget all that we had lived in that space, and all the things we had, if we were under control or what.
Seemingly, we didn't wake up, but the sensation that something could be going on was there all the time...

Goodbye, Laila

Today, when the sun dies behind the mountains and the seas, everything will be over. What will happen tomorrow is uncertain, Laila, but we won't be here to see it. Our sons, and daughters, who are already swimming in a sea of letters, won't be saved either, but they might not sleep forever. My own tormentor spells my words, for I no longer know how to write them by hand. And, however, I can still remember your italic handwriting, baroque, full of curlicues, smiles and blinks in each corner. Back then sentences meant much more than interlaced words. How much I'd give to read it one more time on that thing we used to call paper. One last time, while twilight goes on, tinged not with blood or death, but void. Yes, a terrifying void fed by the dehumanization of people who, like me, passionately contributed to a ravenous development without knowing what was the price to pay. Not only have I invested my time and my life, but paid for technological advance with the whole humanity. I swear that, had I known that a computer could create a society full of individuals that can't recognize the value of a kiss or that shiver when you're looked at in a special way, had I known, I would have never set foot in that campus of happiness, as they call it; of slavery, I'd say now. Not even our knowledge was ours. It was property of the companies, but we were too entertained playing around with those computers and programs, playing as though we were supreme beings, to even realise. I beg you to forgive me, Laila.
You and I can remember many blackouts. Analog, digital, electrical ones due to the storms. Do you remember how beautiful it was to see each other's face in the candlelight? I only do so vaguely, but something tells me they were precious moments the future will never remember. Nor I think it cares about it. It's too entertained debugging the net of nets. Tonight's blackout is the last one. Tonight's blackout is different: it's human. The last robot I projected is aiming its lasers at me. You no longer belong here, it tells me. It's not my imagination, I taught it how to speak. You don't know how I'd change my drowning in this vital anguish because of what I've done for my drowning in the icecubes in the bottom of a cup of cheap whisky. The sun hides amongst magnetic tracks and flying cars made by people that can't even understand the magic of feeling you're not touching the ground. A super computer is our new God. And I realised too late. My time is over and I must go.
Goodbye for the last time, Laila, tonight I'll die serving a God I created myself...

Dear Love of Mine

Dear love of mine
A new life grows inside
Visions of future fill my mind
In the pitch black hours
Dear, you've been and are light,
Joy and everything that fits in the blue
Ocean your eyes show
How not to get lost, how not to cry?
And how not to smile all at once?
Not even the whole universe can
Not a single comet, planet or star
Explain it, should that happen
Should I someday stay cold by your fire.
Never will I waste a single tear
Yet I'll cry to every night without you
So as to offer them all to Eternity
To the moon, sun and beyond,
Reach each corner of your soul
Or make mine feel like home
Every day where back you want to come
My true companion. Forevermore

For you the purest soul
Who I love to the limits of the very existence
And beyond

10.11.16 A Blue Mix

Tonight's dream was short and its remarkable scenes, pretty few. Just wanna focus on the musical part of it (my musical dreams are the ones I love the most). I was with a classmate, Aitor, doing some kind of practice. In this case, it was about mixing a piece of music. He didn't know how to do it, but the problem was not the steps he had to follow, but to understand what mixing a song was. We had a mixing board connected to a Mac computer (possibly through a FireWire interface, which is pretty common. Don't wanna think of my graduation project, but it's hard to forget xD) in order to perform the so-called mix...

So I took Blue, by Eiffel 65 (which I'm sure is now blasting through your headphones/earphones/speakers) and started to touch every button, lever or command possible, equalizing certain frequency bands and adding effects. I could even hear every change. Thicker sounds when I turned the bass up to its maximum or a more metallic sound of the synthesizers if I turned up the treble. In this way, like a DJ, I tried all the possible effects on the music throughout all the song, so when it finished, I told my mate "Now you know how it's done". The funny thing is that, when I woke up this morning, I thought: "Dunno if he's listened to the song, but it's a lot like him, gotta ask him to listen to it".
What came before (unknown part) or after (my partying hard in a disco, which is not like me whatsoever) are parts that are not important and are lost in an indefinite haze...
Finally, I'd like to thank my bf, David, for having shown (well, not shown, cause I'm sure I knew the song before, but he made me pay attention to it) this song. This dream wouldn't have possibly happened otherwise ;)

10.09.16 Waves, dimensions and superheroes

Now, yet another horde of senseless sequences have appeared in the corners of my mind tonight...
It all starts with a beach, and the waves as so many times before. I was hanging out with my friend Judith, seeing the sea waves come and go, wondering if a truly wild wave would come to us at some time. No sooner had we said this than a huge aquamarine mass of water came, giving us just enough time to cling on to the nearest walls. We kept on walking and found a safer corner to shelter from another gigantic wave...
Suddenly, I was walking in the streets of a city whose name I don't know. It could be Palencia, it could be Viena... or any city I've seen with a relatively wide street with a stone pavement. Now I was with another friend, Saray. We went into an office. I think they sold tickets for classical music concerts, and I wanted to invite her to one of the concerts I was playing. However, it was getting late, we had to go and she declined the invitation.
In another change of scenario, I appeared in my house. I was with (yet) another friend and quite a creepy creature seemed to be roaming around the place too. Apparently, according to one of my comments, it was just a gift-giver. Hilarious... Then, there was kind of a box, or a cupboard in my room, but it wasn't just a normal box. When opened, one could realise it contained another dimension. When I put my hand into it, it just disappeared into nothing. If I put both hands, I could separate the space into two parts as though it were a piece of cloth, and reach another door behind. Immediately, I told my friend about that multidimensional space and they (don't know if there was a boy or a girl with me) didn't believe me, until they also put their hand into the box. Then we were busy with the creature mentioned before until we discovered it was harmless.
Seemingly we called a super hero, something like... the Ghostbusters maybe? Cause we found a copy of the creature, but far more creepy curled up behind the second door. It wasn't moving, and also looked harmless, but we somehow knew we needed help to be saved. So a guy came (a cute one, to be honest) and crossed both doors to fight the beast. However, something happened, because it didn't turned out as expected...
In the next scene we were driving across Brooklyn Bridge and a big bus came towards us. It was driven by the ones we thought to be the good ones, the cute guy's squad. The guy was inside too. Apparently, he had been possessed, or better said, infected by the creature, which made his physical traits uglier, harder and uncomfortable to look at. Now we were a complete squad too to fight against him. We all got out of our respective vehicles and started the fight. In the end, we won and the ones driving the bus (a couple of old doctors, a man and a woman), woke up the guy, who was lying on the road and told him: "Okay, don't worry, it's over, we've removed the X gene from you" (Was this possibly a reference to X-Men??). So in the end, they were not that bad, it seems.
Finally, we are in my room again, and our hero comes to say goodbye, looking as always. I just kiss him goodbye and  he goes.
In the end, I am with a classmate from music school, Aintzane. She's showing me which subjects she is studying in the masters (she's still some 15 years old, but anyway) and there's something about telephony. And I go like "Well you gotta study it even if you're an industrial engineer. Well, tough shit!", and she answers: "But I'm studying Chemistry, not even engineering", which makes me feel cool in the end, cause in my dream there's a telecommunications subject that invades all the masters' syllabuses, haha.
I think I'm reaching new levels xD.

10.04.15 Cursed and Incursed, and other adventures

I was in my flat with my friend Pau, I don't know why. To be exact, we were in my bedroom, each at one side of the bed. I wanted to help her get on the bed (as though she couldn't do so!), so I took her hand and pulled her with so much strength that she feel over the other side, where I was. I got frightened and deeply worried about her, so I started asking "Pau, are you okay? Pau, say something, SAY SOMETHING!!" once and over again.
Then I put her on the bed and saw she had her nose in a very strange position. However it wasn't not possible that her septum was broken, for not even a single drop of blood was pouring out (or at least that's what I though was logical). I kept on insisting, cause she was looking at me and half smiling, but didn't utter a word. After a couple of further attempts, she seemed to understand and told me that, as all the nasal structure was out of place, she couldn't hear really well, she went almost deaf. I searched for my mother so that we called the hospital; however, don't really know why, we didn't finally call. She stayed home and I took care of her.
Once she asked me to prepare her a lemon juice and gave me a pile of lime peelings to do so (yeah, not lemon, lime), and I put them in the fridge. Of course I couldn't squeeze that, so I decided to put the peelings in water so as to make lemon-flavour water, and serve it beautifully, including a lemon slice attached to the edge of the glass, as though it were a cocktail. But there my problems started. Looking for a glass, filling it with water and putting the peelings in (which I have to get from the fridge) became an impossible task cause my uncle and Incursed's Jonkol were obstructing me wherever I went in the kitchen. At last I got to open the fridge and there I found lots of sweets and the most tasty things ever. I think they were a mix of different products, as I have never seen such things being sold anywere. Finally, the lemon juice became lime-flavour water with salt & pepper. 
I know I brought it to Pau and the last thing I can remember is  getting my baggage ready for my trip to Barcelona...

09.10.16: Cause fucked up wasn't fucked up enough

Exactly, the nights of dreaming keep coming. But fucked up wasn't fucked up enough, so I reached the next level... 

All I can remember starts with a concert, though it was more like a sing-along. Well, an intermediate thing, let's say. A couple of famous guys that I can't really remember had released an album together, as though it were the mix of two counterparts (day vs night, alpha vs omega, you know). One of them was someone from Fleetwood Mac (only the name, cause that couldn´t be Fleetwood Mac actually), and the other one, I don't know. They were playing a lot of different stuff. And there weren't too many people, even if it was a big outdoor venue... I can remember only a short row of people amongst which my boyfriend, David, was. I had a camera and a microphone in hand, so I was invited to join the sing-along moment. It was weird, in that moment they were playing somthing between slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold or something like that. I know I knew the song, but I can't remember which one it was either. When I started singing, I just couldn't do it well, my voice was as if I had been crying or I had got up a few minutes ago... What a pity.

Now there was a scenario change. It didn't seem to be important, but I remember something futuristic, with lots of gadgets. And there was a plate for vinyls in which a record was playing and it was the "white part" of the album being played in the concert. The part by the guy from Fleetwood Mac. He had a nice, soft voice. However, what comes next I can't decide in which order it came, let's talk about it like this:
My boyfriend wrote to me in a very different way. He uses short expressions and abbreviations, but never ortographical mistakes like the ones I was reading. And he wrote in a WhatsApp group and did it differently to the individual chat. I started worrying that something creepy could be going on.
Then something happens to me, or mom has the intuition that something is going on. And I get to know, as if I was a third person, omniscient narrator, that she's asked David if he's going to talk to me about what's happening as a father or something else (this is, from the position of a father or someone else...). Then I think, I must tell her finally about my relationship to him... (In the dream this seems confusing, but actually, sounds a bit creepy when you think of it, if he was my dad in the dream :S )
The last part is the one that is a bit strange but far from being that crazy. At several times, we go to a shoping mall, hoping to find a candy shop open, but it's never open. There stands a sign that says "Rights over the sweets can be demanded". That was a strange text to read. We ask an employee in the shopping mall about it, and she says that what's open at that time in the evening is the dark room in a secret basement that keeps and produces contraband sweets... (REALLY??)
Now that's really some stuff from The Deranged Dark Vortex.

09.09.16: Renting our flat to Shining or the Death Metal market (and side effects)

Mom, grandma and I were at a flat grandma used to have in a Spanish town (Aranda de Duero), which was really big (100 and something square meters). Katey (Intoxikatey) was there to visit us and ask us (half in English, half in Spanish) if she could rent the house. What for? I asked. It's for Niklas and the rest of the guys (Shining, of course), she said. So I don't know why but I started laughing at the possible mess that was about to come out of that xD...

In another part, we were at one of these traditional markets, in a long corridor. At the left there were little shops and at the end of the corridor there was a stage where a Death Metal band were playing their stuff. I asked Katey if she knew the band, and she said no. I tried to search for the song they were playing by using Shazam, but as I tried, other pop songs (shitty songs) came in the way, sounding louder than the one I was trying to find out about. So I walked towards the stage. Then, I discovered that the frontman of the band was Bryan Cranston (Remember Hal, from Malcom in the middle? Well, that guy). Besides the stage there was a jazz band in wheelchairs playing 1/8 double basses (they are like big cellos so they can be played while sitting)... (No sense whatsoever...)

Next two sequences have nothing to do between them or with the previous part. I was trying to type a WhatsApp message, and my phone had one of these "themed" keyboards. Mine was pastel pink and the letters were entangled, irrecognizable and full of flowers and leaves. The keyboard was almost impossible to use and I had to wait until the message was sent to see the mistakes (many, I must say). While I was typing the letters in a word, I could see them, but on pressing the space bar, the letters in the middle of the word changed (as occurs in Arabic xDD), and it was shit xD.

Last, I was in a crystal cube-shaped "room" over the river or the sea in Stockholm (I think but it sure was Sweden). It was like 4-5 in the evening and it was a perfect sunny summer day, so I wanted to take a pic of it, but the moment I focus my camera to do so, I see night in the screen. A red-orange-purple-blueish sky...

SUMMARY: If I did drugs I'd write less fucked up stuff xD