I Dreamt of Vanadis

Last night I dreamt one of the weirdest dreams I have ever dreamed before.

Vanadis Falconer
(photo quoted from Facebook)

I dreamt that I was sitting on the terrace of my "palazzo" at Southern Charm with none other than the other Swedish SecondLife blogger Vanadis Falconer. We were talking in voice and were happily chatting away and laughing a lot, although I cannot for the life of me remember what our conversation was about.

Now everyone who knows me well - or has followed my blog through the years - knows that my relationship with Vanadis has been "extremely strained", to say the least.

On June 29th this year I made the unilateral decision to forgive Vanadis, among others whom I felt had wronged me, so that I in time could forget the perceived insults and abuses. I at the same time asked for her forgiveness for my words and actions. Nothing more has come of that, other than the wonderful relief it gave me to get rid of that stinking and heavy burden and to finally let go of the bygone. So it is a complete mystery to me why I had this completely unexpected dream.

I am not even sure how I would actually handle the situation if the opportunity did arise.

"You Are A Slut, Bock!"

Today has been sort of a weird day. The first thing I noticed was that I had a cold again and - as always when I have a cold - I had a really nasty cough too.

People sometimes get scared and think I am about to die when they hear me cough, if they haven't heard me coughing before. My coughs come in attacks, are really, really loud and sort of come from the belly up. They sound as if my body is trying to push my lungs out through my mouth.

To alleviate the coughing I took some of my preferred cough syrup, Cocillana-Etyfin. It's an antitussive drug I get prescribed by my sweet Hungarian doctor, The main ingredient in it is ethylmorphine but it also contains other antitussives such as Cocilana extract and Senega extract. The problem is that I probably overdosed the medication a bit today, which is always risky because most of them contain narcotics of some kind and you end up with a high.

A short sidetrack. I formerly used a medication named Lepheton, which combines both ethyl-morphine and ephedrine. If I took the recommended dosage I ended up with the worst nightmares I have ever encountered or the most vivid and wonderful sex dreams  The nightmares were so bad though that I eventually decide to switch to another medication as I could never know or control what kind of dream I would get.

My overdose today made me lightheaded , scatterbrained, unfocused  and totally obsessed with sex. Luckily my stepson Guyke was close at hand so I only talked to him about what was on my unfocused mind, although some of it may have slipped into local chat from time to time in a cloaked way. Guyke wisely enough just laughed at me.

All through the opening of Eddi Haskell's latest exhibition I was discussing sex and my preferences in certain aspects with my SecondLife son, while trying to be charming to the other guests while ogling the beautiful men at the party. I remember thinking to myself at one point, "You are a slut, Bock!", but it did not help me or stop me from going on ranting into poor Guyke's ears.

I am hoping the young man is not scared for life.

...But For the Grace of My Alarm Clock

Photo by Kurney Ramsey

I just woke up from a terrible nightmare.

In my dream I was travelling by bus somewhere in the middle of the night and had been sleeping on some seats in the back of the bus. As I slowly wake up and am still dazed I hear a woman making comments about an erection that she has liked the look off. She keeps on talking about it.

After a few minutes I am awake enough to start looking around the bus to try and catch a glimpse of the lauded member and it´s patron. To my astonishment I discovered that the woman and I are alone on the bus. It is then I realize that she has been talking to me about my member. I feel myself blush intensely.

I do my best to ignore her and push the Stop-button to get off at the next bus stop. "OK", I hear her say, "Good idea, but no need to push the button because it is the end of the line!".

The bus soon comes to a stop by an immense, pitch dark, parking lot that is only lit up by a few strong lights. It is still in the middle of the night so the parking lot is deserted but I see a few houses vaguely on the other side. As I hurriedly rush off the bus I hear her say, "Do you want to come to my place or should we do it here?"

I rush/run away as fast as I can and I hear her running after me. Even in her heels she is running faster than I am and is slowly, little-by-little, gaining in on me. I curse my smoking habits and try to increase the distance again but feel this is a race I will surely lose. She is going to have me...

Then the blessed alarm goes off, and I wake up in a cold sweat.
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As I think of my nightmare now I am struck by my uncharacteristic behavior.

Why didn't I just speak up and tell her to zip up because I was not interested?
Why did I start running? She was a woman and not a large one either. I could certainly have warded her off to protect my dick and myself.
Why did I in my dream so clearly place myself in the role and actions of a defenseless victim?
What would have been so totally terrible about having my little dickie munched on by a woman that I ended up in this frenzy?
Am I going bisexual or - may the Gods save me from that horrible fate - even heterosexual?

Erotic Dream

After a hectic but good day at work I ventured out into the everyday Swedish reality to get antidepressants for myself and two medicines for my mother.

In the old days, when we still had a pharmaceutical monopoly in this country, buying medication used to be easy. Since the monopoly was abolished in 2009 (when the Swedish government cited the fact of Sweden being the only democracy along with the dictatorships Cuba and North Korea to retain its monopoly) it has - sometimes - become a laborious undertaking.

Where I earlier could get the information from the first pharmacy (if they were out of stock) which other pharmacy close by had the other two drugs in stock I now had to visit five different pharmacies on a hit-and-miss mission to obtain the other two.

After proudly delivering my loot to mother I got home at around 7 P.M and was struck by Friday coma, so I went to bed for a short refreshing nap. I woke up four (4) hours later laughing and in a state of sexual arousal because of a very amusing and exciting dream.

I will not go into details but it was a sort of erotic version of the movie "Groundhog Day" featuring myself in the lead with a working class hero - who shall remain unnamed - in many variations on the same theme. Each repetition ending with the same question, "Why do you call me "ass-licker" like it was a bad thing?".

I think - but am not certain - that the repeated question was due to the fact that I have been subconsciously thinking about how I should respond to a mail I received the other day from another SecondLife resident who a while ago, in an implicit way, called me and a friend ass-lickers on her blog.

Bock Is Kidnaped

After a long period of having few dreams - or rather not remembering having them - I started having nightmares regularly, especially when I take a nap during daytime. I am seriously considering to stop taking my midday naps because of these awful nightmares. Or should I say "daymares"?.

Today´s daymare was as follows.

I am sitting in my office with Bock. We are having a telepathic conversation about our day when suddenly a heavily cloaked figure swoops in and carries Bock away. He is immediately blinded and muted by the kidnapper. I cannot see through his eyes - as I usually can - who it is that has separated us, but I hear his telepathic scream although there is no sound.

In my mind we have an agitated discussion over who it can be that is doing this, where they might be taking him and what the motive for this vicious deed could be. Suddenly I hear Bock mind-scream painfully and feel how someone has started cutting into him with a chisel as if he were made of marble.

Even if the chisel doesn't harm him the force of it going through his flesh makes both him and me cry out loudly.

I am awoken by my own scream and am really upset and angry until I - although still in a daze - realize it was a dream.

Today´s After-Work Nap

"Sleeping Man", drawing by Michael King

As has become my - bad - habit, the first thing I do when I come home from work is to get completely undressed and go to bed for a nap. I am fully functioning, alert and focused when I am at work, but when I come home I just drop.

I discussed this "problem" with my doctor last time I saw him and his response was brief and to the point, "Well, if you need to sleep, sleep!". I think that´s one of the main reasons I like this doctor, he is straightforward and astute. So sleep after work is what I do, especially on Fridays. Usually 30 minutes to an hour is sufficient. I wake up refreshed and ready to tackle my first and second life again.

Today I was really very tired when I got home at around 5 PM, but it was warm and the humidity was high. Even after opening all the windows of my apartment and the balcony door, I still couldn't fall asleep. I got out of bed to drink, smoke, pee, rearrange the sheets and pillows in mu bed, smoke again, drink again and pee again.

Finally I brought out the ultimate weapon, my fan! I wished I had thought about it earlier but I guess I was too tired. The cooler flow of air on my body was enough, I fell at sleep around 6 PM and slept until 10 PM.

The dream this afternoon was one of those "searching dreams". I was helping my boss with a speech she was going to give. We had tossed ideas and phrases and as usual worked well together, getting the whole thing done well in advance. I had jotted down notes in a black notebook and only had to do out the final draft, so we took a break and went for lunch.

Horror of all horrors, when I got back the notebook was gone. It had completely disappeared. I searched my office, I searched her office, running around like in one of those slapstick movies in one door and out and through another door,  faster and faster until I met myself several times and getting more and more frantic by the minute as the time for the speech was coming closer.

I woke up without having found it.

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The art in  this post is a drawing by Michael King, you can see more of his work at Michael King Paintings.

Elevator Dream

During my midday nap today I had the strangest dream.

I dreamed I stepped into the elevator in the building I live in in real life and pressed "4" as usual, as I live on the fourth floor. Instead of going to the fourth floor the elevator took me to "9½" (there are only five floors in this building), from there it went downwards to the basement and then up again to the ground floor.

At the ground floor the door of the elevator mysteriously opened and the inner casing of the elevator had somehow been hitched to a very long rope. The casing with me inside was then pulled out of the building and into a park outside where we went all around the park before coming to a standstill. It was at this point I saw that the casing had been docked to a vehicle that was driven by two janitorial looking men in blue coveralls.

They saw me climbing out of the casing but didn't give a damn and just proceed to walk into their office. I was angry as hell and followed them into the office and started arguing with them without success. They still couldn't - or wouldn't - admit that they had endangered my life. They just kept looking at me and then at one another shaking their heads in amazement over my angry rantings.

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Then I woke up and was furious until I started laughing at myself.

So are there any professional, semi-professional or amateur psychoanalysts out there who would care to explain to me what the hell this dream meant?