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Last night I had the weirdest fracking dream ever. I mean ever. For real.

It had to do with two very good TV-programmes. One of them was my all-time favourite cartoon, Tales of Moominvalley* (or, less formally, Moomins). Especially an episode in which some of the characters travelled back in time to Wild West.
I don't know how it came to be that I dreamt of Moomins, but I think I thought about Moominpappa and the time machine (sewing machine, umbrella, alarm clock, what else was it?) before I fell asleep.
The other TV-series was less strange: Torchwood.

Now the thing here is that these two series are quite different in nature, though the time-travelling part was (almost) in common.

The thing in the dreams was this: In the episode in which the Moomins travel to the past, they meet with Torchwood. It was a crossover, of sorts, that is.
In the dream I was really excited about this, because the part where they meet Torchwood (namely Jack, Ianto and Gwen. I don't remember if there were any other TW characters) there is some Janto action, and I thought I had to get my hands on it, like a DVD or even VHS copy, because if I did I could post never-seen-before Janto videos all over the net. (There was a subplot of a cousin of mine [and not even the Moomin-minded one, but the eldest of us] winning a 'ticket' of sorts, which let her somehow get her hands on the DVD. I would have wanted it.)
I somehow managed to watch the scenes a couple of times during the dream, and, like in dreams, I always was there, in the video.

And now that I come to think of it, there might have been a hide-and-seek game going on there. Can't say if it was naked, though.
This is what I dream of.

* You need to read this. It's hilarious. Really. Read it. All of it. I mean, I'd printscreen and paste it as a picture here, but it's all too long. You need to read it for yourself.
REALLY.
And it's all fookin true!
I mean, like 'The Obi-Wan: Snufkin, of course.'

I saw a dream, not last night but the one before it, and this is how it was:
I was on the yard of my old school, with one of my cousins. We were headed to the doors where I was supposed to enter.
It was winter, but I had just some random trousers and my A Hard Day's Night T-shirt on me.
Then a guy from my present school (he wasn't in the old school) came 'round hte corner, with a A4 sized paper in hand, and there was printed on it the words 'War is Over' and I of course recognized them (and I wondered where the (If you want it) -part was). Then as we got to the door, I saw a group of people with papers like that next to us. Then they all began to sing, I can't remember if it was Happy Xmas or Imagine, but some Lennon song, and I sang with them, and then we got to go inside, and for some reason my mother was there too, hanging her coat and scarf up where I used to hang them on the 3-6 grades, and then I woke up.

Well. Much has again happened - mostly inside my head.

I have seen two dreams, a nice but short one and a very disturbing one. The nice one:

I was in a shopping mall with my dad. We went to the highest floor, and it was filled with cosplaying people, geeks of that sort. Mangapeople, and someone in a Darth vader costume. End of dream.

The disturbing (not so nice) one:
I was in a private school or someplace like that.
My cousin brought (to my actual apartminet IRL, though we were still in the school) me drugs. Yeah. A bush of cannabis and something to put inside a pipe. And (if i remember correctly) something to eat too. And so we smoked some and like that. Then my mother came home, and I had to quickly hide the bushes. After the cousin had left I felt terribly quilty and I was going to tell my mom what we had done, but I don't remember if I ever got to do so.
And I seriously think that is a very disturbuing thing indeed. I mean, drugs. What the f*ck?

And then I finally just found out what was the song that plays in the beginning of some cop-program, and it had been under my very nose all the time. I feel kinda stupid, you know? (And if you are interested to know the song, it's Who are You by The Who.) I feel kind of stupid.

Then, the evergreen subject of slash.
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It's impossible! Impossible to live an ordinary life with all those slashy thoughts popping up all the time. (And no, don't worry, I'm not referring to anyone alive, but a certain good TV programme I watch at eight o'clock every Monday evening on MTV3, Yeah.) That's in fact the only programme running I watch regularly.

What else? 

We're going to leave tomorrow for the city. Thta's okay, but I guess it's nice to be here too, mostly because of this wonderful computer (I seriously don't know how I'd done this week without this thing) and that I get food. And ice cream.
But it's nice to go to home again, see mom and get to my own computer (well technically, it's not my own, but it's one to thousand my mom uses it, so..) I've had to rely on my MP3-player and Youtube for music in here.
Because I'm going to leave for my other G-parents on Wednesday, it's a short time to spend at home.

Mwah. I'm of to watch some slashvideos on the Tube, I shall see you soon!

A dream I saw some night, dun remember how long ago. This week, anyway.

I was In a big house. There was a party there. 
I was in the upstairs (it looked very much like my grandparent's house(or, mor like, library-building), Dad's side.) I sat there with Paul McCartney. 
He was, like, my best friend (and in the dream there were times I wasn't sure if it was him or my RL best friend.) 
He had a guitar. For some reason we started to sing (The song was, by the way, Beatles' 'In spite of all the Danger'.). We sang for some time, but then I had to go to the bathroom. 
While coming away from there I saw a staircase, with a lila soft plastic rug covering it and black walls surrounding it. It was a part of the house and I thought I'd get fast upstairs if I went that way. But The stairs were closed for the time of the party, so I had to go the long way 'round. I found out the party was held by an ex-classmte of mine. (And she was one of the people I did (and do, even I have't seen her in ages!) NOT like.) I was lucky not to see her in there. As I got back upstairs more people had comre there and they had broufht a karaoke machine with them and they were singing some haevyish rock'n'roll. Me an' Paul Were like: DCouldn't we sing more Beatles songs? . . . But then I woke up.