My gods, I just had one of my worst nightmares. The kind which seemed so real while I was still in it. On parity with the one I had as a kid in which I was eaten alive by crocodiles. Or the one in which I was fighting snakes on the wings of a prop plane in order to save my sister (which *must* have been some time before the Snakes on a Plane movie). Anyway. In the dream I was walking next to a stream on a small road for walkers with trees next to it, which I now think was in former hometown Norrköping. (I have a tendency to dream that I still live or have returned to live in a place I used to live in. Not so long ago I dreamed that I and my family had moved back to our previous villa in Karlstad.) Then I remember (scary?) stuff happened in an alley with brick buildings. In the dream I had vague memories of getting into fights and getting dragged away, and I woke up in places without knowing how I got there. First I thought I shouldnt be worried, but then I felt a stinging pain in my back, and got vague memories of getting drugged by getting injections right into my spine while someone was holding and gagging me from behind. (This is an important part of the nightmare but the details are disappearing from my memory as I type this down.) Then I remembered that I had a library hardcover copy of an Adventures of Tintin (could have been the second part of the Explorers on the Moon arc, since the cover was very dark) in my backpack, and I couldnt re-call how I got that book in my possession, but I strongly felt I needed to get the book back to its rightful owners. Next I woke up next to the stairs which downwards would take me to the library (which I dont think Ive been to in real life, but it might have had aspects of libraries Ive known in my life). I once again had vague memories of getting drugged through spinal injection and then dragged away. I waited until the library opened and then went downstairs to the library and a desk. Now it felt like I had been to the library before. I was about to give back the graphic novel, but I needed to tell the librarian about the vague memories and how I woke up in wrong places, including in the level above the library just the night before. Then the Men In Black (Trenchcoats) came and held me from behind while injecting their drug(s) into my spine in front of the librarian at the desk, who looked like an older gentleman with vintage clothing, who had a surprised rather than a frightened look into his face, and the other visitors at the library who started to look at my direction. As I fell to the floor, my legs getting weaker and my mind more dizzy, I shouted to the librarian Remember meeee...! (In English.) Then I was in my room (studio flat?) and prepared my bed for the night, and I suddenly remembered my bouts of memory loss, and abductions, and the visit to the library. I started to see shadows moving and when I looked around I saw that my room was actually without surroundering walls except in front and that it was right above the stairs leading down to the library. There were stairs leading upwards to a big living room full of toys including a big inflatable ball, like a beach volley ball but huge. I ran upstairs, felt how I regressed into childhood, then ran to the left shouting to my parents, hoping I would get to sleep with them during the night, like I did as a kid when I couldnt sleep in my own bed. Then I woke up, in my own bed in my studio flat, with the gradual realisation that it was all but a nightmare, and a need to write it down before I forgot it. Just in case.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 05:49:14 +0000
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