Flying in Markaryd

I was helping the people in Markaryd do their winter show. The place looked like a combination of a nursery school and Musikteaterskolan i Bjärnum. I flew around a bit, gently stroking through the air and they were all very impressed by my flying ability. They didn't seem to expect me being able to go high up in the air, but I did just that and flew away. I ended up in the office of the mayor, who was also entertained by my flying skills.

The Wedding Anniversary

Mom and dad had a big anniversary celebration with the whole family and a bunch of other guys. I sang Your Song in the Moulin Rouge style. After that, dad would nominate the best performance for the evening and seeing how I was the only performance I was sure he'd pick me. But he picked Jennifer Johansson, who he had just chatted with a bit and thought seemed amazing. She did a short number with two other girls as thanks, singing very softly, almost mumbling. I broke down crying and told my dad about the disappointment. He apologised and could see what bad timing it was to nominate a stranger straight after me pouring my heart out on stage, being really nervous throughout the performance.

Scottish Highlands

I was managing a park in the Scottish Highlands, kind of like a computer game where you see everything from above. Horse carriages kept running back and forth and I was trying to steal a rich old lady's purse, just so that I could give it back to her and hopefully get a reward for "finding" it. I was in the park with Linda and after a while we decided that we wanted to leave. Everyone had to pay a fee at the exit and also let the staff know what attraction we had come to visit in the park.

How to do this was very difficult to understand as all the people in the staff, as well as the guests around, spoke a difficult kind of English. They didn't mind, though, and told us that they enjoyed having foreign visitors and started complaining about the Scottish Defense League and other similar overly nationalist organisations. We finally understood that in order to choose our reason for being there, we had to push a red light/button on a big map of the park, mounted on a screen. The ones to choose from were a golf course, some caves, the  mountain, a forest, an outside theatre and perhaps also the park management game that the dream started with. We chose the forest.

Then, the crew of the outdoors theatre came walking by. One had a dagger in her throat, but we realised this was a prop and she was only bleeding green fake blood. There was, however, something wrong with one of the actors. It might have been the female actor playing Sir Hiss. She had a knife with her, and the dream started following her instead of me. As she and the rest of the cast got to the changing room, suddenly, without warning, she started slowly killing her colleagues, one by one. She stabbed them in the chest, very methodically, and you could hear wheezing from their punctured lungs and gurgling from the blood pouring out. After she had finished off the cast, she would continue through the park, killing every visitor and person of staff along the way. When I finally realised what was happening, I decided to intervene. I climbed a staircase and suddenly I stood face to face with the killer.