I just had the weirdest dream! I dreamt that my father worked at a factory which wasn’t very nice to the environment, or the people. Some young men who worked there were mean to me and tried to steal my stuff. And somehow I ended up swimming in this poisonous water outside the factory. I dunno why. And then there was something about the conflict between Israel and Palestine. Something about that wall. Still in Sweden though. Weird. And now comes the funny part of the dream. I had a friend who was a small fairy like Tinkerbell and she had this tiny fighter jet. And all the sudden I was small like her and we flew around in her little fighter jet doing missions trying to sabotage things at the evil factory! Tinkerbell or whatever her name was sure knew how to fly, she was awesome! The story looses something being written down. Half the fun was just flying with this crazy Tinkerbell doing loops and flying under cars and through all kinds of tiny passages.

I pretty much always remember parts of my dreams and they’re always crazy and surreal like this. I’m thinking about starting to write in my Book of Dreams again. That’s a book in which I used to write down all my dreams.