dream

I was wading through knee-deep water in the dark of the night, following a big white bearded man wearing a gray worn-out shirt, we were searching for something or someone and shouting something intelligible. After a while came to an old ancient house surrounded by trees. He said it was his house and we agreed that it was beautiful. We stood there admiring it for a while. Still wandering around in this swamp we came to a bar in the middle of nothing and he offered me a glass with a brown liquid inside but when I held the glass to my lips I noticed that the water we were wandering around in was putrid smelling mud and I yelled – I don’t like this ! and tried to run way , but I couldn’t move fast because of the water and kept shouting that I wanted to get away and the bearded man shouted back at me I should stay and drink with him.
Out of the dark an old wooden door suddenly appeared before me and when I knocked, a thin young man, a nazi with a shaved head, opened. He was bare breasted and wearing suspenders, holding a shotgun in one hand and a plate with black roasted birds in the other. He invited me in. We went to the back of a house which was some kind of playground. There were more nazis there and they talked about how they like to kill people but still they were incredibly friendly towards me and asked if I wanted to eat and assured me that I was safe in their playground… I kept looking at the dead birds and I was scared out of my wits. I think that then I woke up.

Yesterday, in the bus on my way home from work I fell asleep and had a very short dream.
I was lying on a stretcher with an open skull, undergoing a surgical operation. I was awake and I could hear distinctly what the surgeons were saying while fumbling around in my brains with some sort of tweezers. After a while they removed a bug-like creature from a fold in my brain and said : – Hmm, he’s got animosis ! “

then I woke up and as I got off the bus and walked home I kept saying to myself – animosis , animosis,

It reminded me of a painting by Hyeronimus Bosch – Extraction of the Stone of Madness .

Dreams
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

All people dream, but not equally.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

DH Lawrence