Who am I to keep my crazyness for myself? Since I wrote these down immediatly after waking up, don't expect the syntax to make sense. In fact, don't expect anything to make sense.
\paragraph{23.03.12}
I was in a temple-city (inspired by the movie The Last Airbender) and friend of a rebel who fought the police. He wore a guy-Fawkes-Mask (V?). I was fleeing over the main plaza down the gigantic steps of water-pools in which the rebels were hiding. They told me about a small second entrance at the side of the pyramid. I found it, but someone who ran in there was instantly shot, so I ran on. Suddenly V was behind me, and the police behind him was wearing masks, too. Somehow he changed places with me, now he was the one chased. I went after him and got him into a shallow pond with a thick layer of leaves on it. Next, I wake up in his wagon/trailer, with a girl who works with him is drilling a small hole in my head to remove a piece of police equipment planted there. This scene I see as a third person, as I take a look inside the skull, I see vast amounts of bones and bullets. The girl asked me what that was all about, but I told her that this was none of her business. She closed the hole with a bullet and left. I followed, but at the caravans exit, a dog the size of a chihuaua stopped me and told me how I ruined the whole operation. A bigger dog and a teenage boy were Vs other roommates. When V and the girl left trough a shining portal in the wall, I had a look around, the caravan stood in the middle of a meadowed nowhere. The boy took a canister of milk to a circular pond and dived into it. I followed him and discovered a rope-system he clicked himself to and descended. I followed and found that beneath the meadows, there was a huge well-lit underwaterworld. The boy put the milk into a shopping cart with other canisters and went on to some underwater shacks, holding his breath. The shacks were a market, where one could buy dvds, air for breathing and other stuff. I tried a ride where I was strapped to the center of some wood wheels which were turned fast enough to create a center of air to breathe around me.
\paragraph{08.04.12}
Everyone was flying to New Zealand in a huge plane to visit me. I flew back with them. At the airport, I could see the only plane bigger than ours, a disk-like vehicle with a single oval jet engine underneath it. It was capable of spacetravel, ours wasn't. On the plane, we talked. As we arrived, the town was deserted except for a meeting hall where someone who made a mediocre movie got a prize for it. He had used the absence of everybody to reward it to himself. I realized that my visa was not due for another six months and that I should have stayed in New Zealand. I planned on flying back there.
\paragraph{20.04.12}
Some friends and I were building killer robots to be chased by them for amusement. We fled through a labyrinth with different rooms, the first one being a porcellain store. I took a spatula and slashed the head of one of the robots off, it was made of porcellain, too. It kept walking, so I shattered it completely to shreds. Then the situation went out of control as they started decimating our group. We were soon centered in a living room with them approaching. They saw where we were because the walls didn't reach the ground and they could see our feet. They cut through the walls with lasers.
\paragraph{27.04.12}
An alien landed on earth. It was about teacup-dog big, but very dangerous with psychic powers. Soldiers carried it around in a mirrored sphere so noone could see it. Because of their nature as soldiers, they made it kill random civillians for their amusement. It learned to use its powers for destruction. When it was about to be transfered to another sphere filled with acid, it had a misscarriage, escaped and went on a rampage around the globe, literally leaving a moat of destruction behind. The newborn alien survived and was quite friendly, but knew it was superior to humans. It let me follow the trail of its parent, eventhough it casually confirmed my concern that sooner or later its parent whould order it to kill me. We climbed through the moat that led through rainforest and big cities. When I saw a bridge, I knew there were survivors beneath it, so I asked the alien to chip the entrance off, sealing them so the parent whould not find them. By then, I somehow had become the batman. As we went past, it was shown that there really were humans under the bridge. The dream deteriorated into some animated movie about batman and the aliens, after what I hoped was the last scene, the lights in the cinema went on and the credits were cut as I experienced before in a NZ cinema. I was dissappointed by the movie, because somehow I hoped for 'the avengers' but got an animated batman instead.
I was playing a new fun sport. My team was standing in a row behind each other, I was at the end of the line. We and the enemy team ran towards each other with spraypaint cans. The objective was to spray paint over the eyes of the other players. When we were out of cans for our last match, I took a plastic cup with water instead, but before the start, I asked our paintguy again and he gave me a can with orange paint and a plastic nozzle shaped like an axe. We had to run a whole lap because the last enemy player had a penalty and did not run towards us. I sprayed a line over her eyes and another one from her forehead to her chin, painting an orange cross. I yelled, and the teammates joined the sound. I was approached by a reporter who asked me how I felt, about the sport and our chances as a team. I mentioned our outsider chances from the beginning on, and that the sport is just great fun. In retrospect, it is like the middle ground between 'ultimate tazer ball' and 'jugger'. I remember now: the water used in the tournament ruined the zipper of my wallet. It did not close and the teeth were standing in all directions. When I dried it, they closed but became three times the size and were quite heavy.
\paragraph{14.05.12}
I was inside a spacious space station. The task of me and the others were to control our robotic doubles, but I didn't get to do that because it was too much fun floating around in microgravity. I had a device on my belt that somehow allowed me to turn my body in mid-air without touching the walls. When I turned it off, I had little control as long as no walls were in reach. I guess that is the other reason why the ISS has narrow corridors. In the station, there was also the prototype of a spy robot the size of an eyeball. It floated around us sometimes. We gave it a name and made it our space-compatible pet.
\paragraph{15.05.12}
camera pan along the counter of a high class coffee shop. A commercial. A voice said something like: "Do you know who made one hell of a *coffee variation I forgot*? Hitler. You will never know how he did it. You will crave to be teached by him. But since you can't, we will." It was a commercial for becoming a barista at that coffee shop./ The penguins of madagascar were in the sewers, getting into their vehicle, a large suv. They drove to a mall and around in it. When they crashed through a wall, they were hurled into the air and flew in slow motion along an aisle with tuna sandwiches, glazed donuts and other delicious snacks. When they landed and drove on, I saw that they flew across the back of a patisserie in the mall. They came across a large twisted tower structure. By then, I was driving. I drove up the structure and when it ended, I drove on and we fell into the high class coffee shop. I helped to remove the biggest chunks of debris and asked if I could somehow repay for what I did. They said, of course, you can work here. I was brought to the kitchen in the basement, where the dishes were brought via ramps and the food was transported from with transport lines. Behind a retractable wooden wall there was an old dog in a chair. He explained that he was some sort of a mafia boss. Yes, he took protection money from the stores, but he still claimed to be a good dog in the grand scheme of things. He offered me a job as a barista./ I was driving to my parents home in a limousine after my journey. They welcomed me and made a party. When I was in the kitchen, I realized that the year could not possibly be over, so I asked my father what month it was. He said it was february, but he was obviousy lying. My subconscience lies to me. I was told that Jonas was on his way to see me. He, too, arrived in a limousine. I thought, maybe through his projection I can make a conversation with my subconscience. When he arrived, he had a different face and voice, despite being still him. For some reason, I could not talk to him.
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