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...