Dream

For once I actually remember what I dreamt this night, and it was weird... First I was participating in some sort of competition. I think it was an extreme version of Mästarnas Mästare that had taken place on the north pole. The last competition consisted of running from the house up a hill to a flag, some 700 meters, whithout our outdoors clothes.

Then it was time to go home and we had to hurry, because if the ice melted we would be stranded on a tiny island. We got off the ice and down to a coast or something. It looked a bit like an archipelago. We were using dog sleighs but the snow was melting so quickly we had to abbandon them and start walking.

We managed to get past a river or two but then we were stuck in a valley, where we found an american spaceship, neatly landed against a cliff. We were talking about finding shealter for the night when the spaceship activated and opened up the cockpit. In order to get to the cockpit we had to climb and jump and swing up a small shaft in the cliff, Tomb Raider style. When we got to the top we found a button and people screamed at me not to push it, who knew what might happen!? I pushed it anyway and the spaceship slowly tipped over. It didn't fall, just slowly layed down. I laughed at my astonished companions and told them that it would be silly to booby trap the cockpit of a spaceship.

We started arguing whether we should stay where we were or continue. I requested we continued, not because I was afraid of an americen air-strike (as the others), but because I had remembered that we were not too far from where my grand parents had their summer house, and the main road could only be a few kilometers away. But first I wanted to examine the spaceship. The others continued to argue while I went to have alook at the spaceship. The first thing I found was a few dollar-bills nailed to a board. The top bill had something written on it. For some reason I thought it was important to photograph everything. I did so with my cellphone. I was just about to decend into the spaceship when a satelite crashed down right next to the spaceship.

And then I woke up.

This is why I disdain dogshows and why I will only buy a working dog!

A grey filter

Hmm... Lately I have been in a very critical state of mind. I am constantly disappointed in people, because I look at them and I only notice their flaws. And I find myself despising their weakness. It makes me realise that they are not as awesome as I once thought, and that makes me sad. I find myself idolising the few people I still haven't found any flaws in. Probably because I don't know them well enough. Then I look at myself and I see my own flaws. They are many. I despise them.

Thursday afternoon

Oops... I did it again. Long story short: Three course dinner with four drinks for 50 kr, and after two glasses of wine they ran out of the small size (of the glasses)... On top of that one of my friends decided to give me her last glass of wine... So, yeah - I'm pretty wasted. Anyways, the theme was Smurfs. Pretty weird. But it was priceless to see the boys doing the ketchup song dance in white tights...

Life at Locus

Life in the corridor is becoming increasingly interesting. At friday I spent an hour or so discussing Iranians with an Iranian, and he pretty much confirmed the image that Swedish media conveys, with a few differences. First of all, this particular person really don't like immigrants, especially if they're from Africa. He would not give me any details but he kept refering to some really horrible things that they have done. Also, he seems to glorify aryans. Apparently the people in northern Iran look like westerners, and he resents the arabs for coming to Persia and interminlge with the aryans and thus distorting their looks.

On Saturday the kitchen was full of people, mostly whom I have never seen before. They were having French breakfast (brunch). And a few minutes ago a German knocked on my door, asking for the difference in pronunciation of the Swedish word for the duck (anden) and the spirit (anden)... Anyway, this place would serve very well as a trainingcamp for language students. You have people speaking German, Italian, French, Persian, Finish and Chinese. And that's in my corridor.