Dream log...

After a bit of a still summer, my weird dreams are finally coming back. If I could do only one thhing during my career as a psychologist, it would be to team up with a computer engineer and design a machine that could record people's dreams. As it is, I´m left writting what I can remember here.

Last night´s dream was one of THOSE. The type that make you feel you´ve got something, you can touch it, describe it, even hug it close to you so as to never let it go. And then you wake up. They always make me despair a little. Things are usually so fluid in dreams that when I get to hold on to something and I forget that I was dreaming in the first place, I manage to trick myself into thinking I have some kind of ownership. If I weren´t so human, Morpheous would probably have me hanged from the highest tree in the kingdom.

So what am I missing so much? A fox, with the loveliest redish brown fur and shinny green eyes with a knowking and mischievous glint. It was missing the usual whit tip on the tail and gloves. It was so lovely, and it´s fur felt like a lama´s. I was dreaming about being high up on a mountain top, in a witch circle, in a witch town. My mother and I were there for a ritual, and the circle was full of witches dressed in black hoods. At their feet dozens of black wolves were strung up doped with some noxious brew, prepared for sacrifice. Other witches were arriving, each cariying a pair of foxes, each more lovely than the last. So I took one and kept it.

When everything was ready for the ceremony, each witch lined up with their animal encased in a metal box with a long slim opening at the top and the poor beast´s snout sticking out one end. All the women brandished long knives with a hook on the tip, like a harpoons, and one by one theyplunged it into their sacrificial beast, at the top of the skull, and draagged it down the opening in the box to cleave themin two. My poor victim was a cartoonish guinea pig that made terrified face at me and was too small for it´s box. I kept trying to stab it but it managed to dodge my knife, till it finally died of a heart attack from the fright. I took it out of the box and examined it, hoping it was only playing dead. Guilty, is my least favourite feeling. And then I woke up, no fox, and no murder weapon.

Recurrent Reality

Ah, I love the smell of blogging when I should be doing something else (if it´s something more important or not is relative, in my opinion). Apologies for my long absence, and I´m sure you can all think up interesting and slightly unbelievable excuses for me yourselves. Mainly I´ve been having some financial trouble, nothing too bad but enough to have to cut the internet line. But now I´m back at university and the lovely library facilities.

Summer´s over and to be honest I´m glad. I was a bit sick of doing nearly nothing and wondering what this term will be like. I have "Functional Neuroanatomy", so here´s fingers crossed that I´ll get to dissect brains... at least just some tiny monkey brains (of course only if the monkeys died of natural causes, which might be a bit tricky).I´m a bit nervous because I changed to the afternoon timetable, so I´m going to be "the new girl". And you know how CRUEL human beings can be. On the other hand, they might make me their queen, bwahahahahah...

So before I run off to class in an hour and a half, I´m going to count what´s been gained and lost this summer:

Gained:
- a new dog. His name is Tecate, thank you worringly alcohol obsessed boyfriend =) He still doesn´t know how to fetch beer yet though. He´s a Belgian Malinois.

-Lot´s of zombie friends! I got to work in Resident Evil 3 as a zombie extra. It was fun, despite having to stand in the sun for hours, covered in mud with temperatures over 40 degrees.Mostly I guess only my hands will show, but just in case, look out for the tall blond behind the fence. The last two days of filming I got to wear prosthetics, which took an hour and a half to put on and the a bristling half hour to remove. It was painful, but well worth it. If they don´t edit me out (knock on wood) I´ll also be the blond zombie in a red dress at the begining! Saw Milla only once but she was less than 20 meters away. She´s very good looking and extremely friendly.

-Weight. Argh, have to start going to the bloody gym again.

-A fiance? Not till I have the ring, darling, haha but just thought I´d keep you on your toes!


Lost:

-My dad, for a whole 2 months. And then he came back a christian. Better the devil you now huh? Now we spend our afternoons discussing religion. He tries to convert me, I suceed in making him very angry about my faithlessness. I guess I should stop asking if man is made in God´s image. Like, to the smallest anatomical detail... which then beggets the question: Does God poo? I know, it´s extremely childish, but it works.