Punch zones and Baldur's Gate

I was learning how to hit someone on the different zones throughout the body. They all had different colours and there was something that I could break in every zone.

I played something very similar to Baldur's gate, together with Henrik Larsson. This was after a court scene with someone who was a combination between Ludwig Wase and Shaun Oxenham, where he was a defendant and clearly owned the room and the case. Thus, me and Henrik had to use our characters to try and find out some dirt from the defendant. We snuck into a back room, but after no more than five seconds, Henrik stumbled and broke a vase, causing enemies to burst in behind us. I tried to escape further into the room, but that only had me stumble upon a group of orcs and shadow stalkers. I poisoned my blade and drank several buffing potions in the style of the Witcher. Julia watched. I kept pausing the game and summoned my dog. Then we owned them.

The Dolphin at Lerbäck

I was at Lerbäckskolan and had been asked to carry some equipment up a flight of stairs and to a class room. The things were an overhead projector, a cable and something else. Might have been a music player. I got to the classroom, where Sven-Åke Wallin already had a class. He was happy to see me, but already had most of the equipment, so I had to bring it all back again. It was fun to see the old class rooms and the young students, but nothing was the same as when I went to school there. On my way back I accidentally took the wrong stair, which turned out to have really steep steps. Me and Ida Stavenow laughed about how easily done this is, and she showed me her child that she had brought along.

We took a big and somehow silly elevator out of the school and I was on my way home, thinking how I was going to play Heroes of the Storm when I got there. I thought about that I'd rather play at school, as my Internet connection at home was so bad. Just getting out of the school, I stumbled upon a shelf that was set out among the other garbage. It wasn't completely put together, spikes sticking out that were supposed to go into holes, which annoyed me, so I started trying to put it together again. I was at it for a while, but it didn't work out. It was snowing and kind of wet.

It was then that I noticed the pool, next to me. There was a handful of curious people gathered around it. In it was a big orca. It swam around, jumping, but after a while started to act really erratic, which made me nervous. I thought it might just need some contact, so I started talking to it. Suddenly, it was a dolphin instead. And it was seemingly made of cloth. I asked if it wanted to be stroked, and it nodded. I stroke it's head. Then I asked if it wanted a kiss. It nodded again and rose up from the water to kiss me. It missed my mouth on the first try, but succeeded on the second go. I reached down to pet its belly. It was very furry. Then the dolphin asked me and the other people that now that I had done some tricks with it, who was going to play David? I guessed that David was someone who usually practiced aerial tricks with it and that it just wanted to go over its routine. On of the other guys shouted "me, me", raising his hand.

The Parasaurolophus and the Daemon

It started with a strange feeling that something wasn't as it should be. I was walking through the unkempt grass of a small glade near Nöbbelöv, where I grew up as a child. The pink and purple colours of the sky whispered of a pleasant summer evening. The setting would have been nice and familiar, but something was not as it should be. I had the eerie feeling of something watching me. But not something human. It was something that wasn't supposed to be there.
  My phone rang, but at the same time I could hear someone calling out from a bit down the road. I looked at the phone; it was Siri, my younger sister. I should take it. Up ahead I saw Henrik Larsson, my old classmate, as he came running. He had an urgent look on his face and it looked like he was trying to warn me.
  I picked up the phone, but at the same time I felt the presence growing stronger. There was something in the glade with me, not far from where I was standing.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Siri"
Even as I took the call, I looked around. Looking for the presence. Then I saw it. It was peeking at me through the bushes with shining, yellow eyes. Just a couple of yards away. It looked like a small dinosaur of sorts, sort of like the herbivore called Parasaurolophus. But it was different...
  What is a dinosaur doing here?
"Our world has been breached...!" shouted Henrik as he came running, still about 100 yards away. My eyes, however, were locked with those of the little beast. I panicked. The presence of the creature was so intense.
"Look, I'm really happy that I got through to you"
"Siri, there's a really strange thing here! It's in the bushes, looking straight at me!"
Not sure of where to go, I slowly started backing up towards where Henrik was shouting at me. I turned around and started running, but could hear the creature stirring in the bushes behind me. Feel how it got closer. I was ready for the worst, but suddenly I was standing face to face with Henrik, who had caught up with me. Now he too saw the creature.
"I just wanted to talk real quick"
"Siri, it's like a dinosaur! It's got big yellow eyes and bark-like skin!"
It was true. I looked back at the strange thing, which had slowly started to move out of the bushes. The little dinosaur had a strange pattern to its skin. It looked like the rough bark of an old oak, but shimmering with green colours. There also seemed to be a sort of golden glow around it.
"It's on our side!", called Henrik as he came up to me. He bent over and started catching his breath. Then he pointed at it. "Look, it wants us to follow!"
"Siri, don't worry, it's a good creature"
"Hjalmar, I just wanted to see if you could come by later. I'm in Kobjer"
The creature, having gotten Henrik's attention, started running off in the other direction. Henrik started after it. I felt compelled to follow and started running as well.
"I don't know if I'll be able to make it! Look, I have to follow this thing!"
"Well, it's just that I'm leaving at 28 minutes to ten and-"
The creature had led us out into a parking lot. A light drizzle had started falling from the sky. The little dinosaur looked around, as if perplexed. It felt like we were supposed to look for something, so I bent down and started searching under the cars. A jogger ran by in front of me. From my kneeling position I noticed how she was wearing ski boots.
  Odd.
Henrik looked on the other side off the parking lot when suddenly the dinosaur stirred. It looked straight at the jogger, having ran past us, and gave off a startling scream.
"It's the jogger!", shouted Henrik, who apparently he had entered into some sort of communication with our little dinosaur friend. "It says he's been running like that for over 24 hours!"
With some newly found courage, and Siri still on the phone, I ran up alongside with the jogger. To my surprise, it turned out to be a man. His skin was dark and as he turned his head towards me he seemed to stare straight through me with bloodshot eyes. I flinched and dropped the phone, and he continued to run past me. It felt more like a shell, than an actual human being. Somehow, instinctively, I knew what it was now.
"Get out of him!", I shouted.
Something stirred in the air next to me and I instinctively reached out and grabbed hold of some invisible strand, seeming to follow in the jogger's wake, much like the invisible tentacles of a jellyfish. He jolted to a halt as the body wanted to run one way, but something inside of him was caught in my grip. I felt an overwhelming force tugging in the other direction as the daemon started to resist. I could feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. It was way to powerful.
"Let him go, Daemon!"
"Hang on!!", shouted Henrik then as he started channeling a bright purple beam towards the man in the ski boots. This seemed to anger the daemon inside of him and I almost fell over, my own energy quickly being drained. My hands started to grow numb and I could feel my grip slipping. Then, a bright flash blinded my eyes.
  It was the little dinosaur. The golden glow that had surrounded it exploded into a magnificent aura and I could feel how it started to rejuvenate my muscles. My power was returning. The daemon was roaring and gave another sharp tug which nearly threw me off my feet. I mustered all my power and kept my grip and my balance, while the man, now starting to separate from the thing that had possessed him, tried to force himself away from us. Henrik was using all his power to channel his beam towards the weakening demon. All the while the little dinosaur did everything it could to invigorate us both.
  It was a real battle.

The Magical Barometer

I was trapped in a strange, magical world, that could have been a ski resort if it weren't for the orcs, unicorns and other magical creatures living there. Some of the good creatures were on my side, but the evil ones had control. I knew that in order to escape, I had to create a magical barometer, which required a powerful spell from one of the tomes in the library. However, this specific spell book was placed alone on the highest shelf, which stretched like a plank through the top of the ceiling, and whenever someone came close to touching it, the red guardian would awake and beat them down forcefully.

This guardian was an orc, not much unlike Rehgar in his heavy armour, with stark red markings on him. Unlike the blue guardian, who looked exactly like him but with blue markings, he had a sense of trouble and was very quick to act. He often mocked the blue guardian for being so slow and called him something like the "slow guardian", which in turn made the Blue Guardian very angry.

So, in order to create the magical barometer and to escape from the fantasy world, I needed 1) a barometer and 2) to bring down the tome quickly without the Red Guardian being able to react.

I thought about how to go about it all and decided that the quickest way would be through a flooding spell, which would summon a gargantuan wave of water. This wave would carry on into the library, carrying with it some of my animal friends. Among them would be an egret who, as the waves subsided, would carefully pick up the washed down barometer from the floor and hand it over to me, replacing it with something else in the process. This egret was fierce, black and looked very much like an evil creature, but it turned out to be on my side. To get the tome down, one of the smaller animals would ride the wave into the library and as its peaks reached the highest shelf, the little fellow would reach out and exchange the tome for another book in the library.

The plan carried out flawlessly, and as I entered the library after the mayhem, the Red Guardian had not yet noticed the replaced book and barometer. Probably because the chaos all around. I quickly grabbed the book and barometer and started reading the spell. The barometer and the air around it got a golden glow as small magical glyphs materialised and started taking their place upon the device. This, however, caused enough of a stir for the Red Guardian to take notice. He came storming into the room, saw me and started dashing for me with his weapon raised high. But he was too late. As I finished the final incantations the floor around him turned into molten rock and he was drawn down into a surge of lava.

The Blue Guardian came in, late as always, but I was already on my way out on a small cart, together with my friend Martin. In order to get the magical barometer to tune into my own world, I had to attach it to a flowering arrowroot plant, which in turn was sat in a vase. I had to wind up the barometer and then try and direct the plant in the proper way, like an antenna. When it was in the right direction I could hear music playing, and it grew stronger as I found the right frequencies. We continued through the town on our cart, trying to work out the device. Sometimes the music grew stronger, and sometimes it faded. The plant was getting torn from all the fidgeting and nothing more would happen.

It didn't want to work and the whole dream turned into a ski vacation with Martin and a couple of other friends, possibly Julia and her friend Andrea. Martin didn't want to go down the same slope as they did. Or the whole thing started with that dream. Anyway, the fantasy part would make a good book, I think.

The Heist

We had just pulled off the heist of the century and were on our way to our hideout at my dad's old photo studio. We were heavily armed, so we tried to move carefully, not to attract notice. We decided to cross the street and move in, one by one. Not many people were out, so it felt fairly secure. I start, but just as I'm about to move up to the sidewalk, I notice Thomas, the Dutch guy from Testronic, working as a G4S guard, moving up to me. I try to conceal my big machine gun behind my leg. He moves on without a word.

Once we've gotten into the studio, we start unpacking our things. Suddenly, the courtyard fills with the sound of sirens and police cars are swarming around the front. We hurry up to the second floor and take a zipline out of the window, down to the river where a boat is waiting for us. We get in the boat and speed away and DAMN I've forgotten the rest because I took too long to write this down. Annoying. It was such an awesome dream. Shit went down on the river. Water ski? Crocodiles. GOSH DARN IT.

Jack Nicholson the head crab tentacle and the Kraken

It was like a huge pit trap of an ant lion larva. But from the middle of the pit stretched for tentacles, made out of around eight half-life head crabs each. Except for one of the head crabs, which was shaped like the head of Jack Nicholson. They were all in a sort of frenzy. Especially the Jack Nicholson one, who tried biting the other crabs that it was attached to. Slowly, however, they merged with one another to turn into sickly yellowish octopus tentacles - it was clear that they had been separate from the start, but some sort of virus had caused them to merge.

This attracted the attention of a nearby Kraken, who curiously tried to approach the creature. I was worried that the Kraken would be infected as well and force to merge with the creature, but it kept its distance. Instead, it found some salad and tomatoes, which it started to nibble. I realised that the vegetables and fruits had been laid out as virally infected bait, but hoped it wouldn't affect the massive creature. It didn't - at first. But, after having eaten four big bits of salad, suddenly there was a huge crack and the big beast pulled together like a sea urchin, getting the same sickly yellow colour as the tentacles.

I felt sorry for it and stroked it as it started to transform, but then I had to leave it there. 

Animal Deathmatch

I am finding myself in an attic, where the deathmatch will take place. My opponent is there as well, but I can't remember who she is, more than it's a she. We gather up our allies. She has a sneaky cat, I think it's black and brown. I take one of my childhood toys, some sort of dog or bear, and I magically enhance it to get long fangs and it becomes big and not really menacing. It still feels like a stuffed animal. We talk and then start to fight. I grab the cat by its neck with both hands and I twist its head off.

Visited / The strangest phone

Linda has come to visit me. Everything has a Christmassy feel and she is very well dressed. I'm so happy. It feels so real, even though I know that it's a dream, so we both decide to talk about it when we've woken up, because surely it's a shared moment. We make love. Afterwards, she gets dressed and ready to leave. I notice that she is missing a top, but she explains that it's because I'm wearing it. She's right. It's a net top, with white and black pearls. Very feminine and very exquisite. It looked much better on her than on me.

After she has left, my whole family shows up and we're going to celebrate Christmas. I get a new phone. It has an ever changing interface, depending on its apps, but completely in 3D and hard plastic. I hug my mother and talk to her. We both agree that it's a dream, but I want to draw a heart somewhere on her, for her to see when she wakes up. First I consider drawing on her arm, but it feels like it will get easily rubbed off. So I try drawing it on her chest, but I just mess it up. She is a bit wrinkly. She says it's all right and lets me draw it on a sticker, that she places on her chest instead.

My grandfather has made ten types of eggs for the Christmas table. He seems to have misunderstood everyone's requests for eggs and nobody wants them.

Linda comes back and I show her my new phone. It's got a strange hard plastic interface now, where I can't find the correct letters when writing, but somehow I love its quirkiness.

Siri drank all the juice

We were at home, in a house next to the old football field. It was time to eat and the rest of the family had taken what they wanted. Siri's friends, among them Maria Feldt, are trying to scramble together something to cook. They're looking at pasta. There's nothing left for me to take. I try the juice package, but it's almost empty and I only get a couple of drops. I blame Siri, who is standing next to me, and she defensively claims that she only drank three large glasses of it. I try to tell her off and that she could at least buy some extra juice if she is going to drink that much. I sit down at the table with the rest of my family, with only a little piece of brie and the drops of juice. I want them to see how miserable I am. I want to cry.

Dad says that grandma (who has passed away) suddenly is alive and in the hospital. He lets us know that she is as thin as a stick and hardly conscious, and that we should visit her. For some reason, this thought really makes me sick and I show that clearly. He continues, wounded: "Or you could just pull the plug on her".

Siri drank all the juice

We were at home, in a house next to the old football field. It was time to eat and the rest of the family had taken what they wanted. Siri's friends, among them Maria Feldt, are trying to scramble together something to cook. They're looking at pasta. There's nothing left for me to take. I try the juice package, but it's almost empty and I only get a couple of drops. I blame Siri, who is standing next to me, and she defensively claims that she only drank three large glasses of it. I try to tell her off and that she could at least buy some extra juice if she is going to drink that much. I sit down at the table with the rest of my family, with only a little piece of brie and the drops of juice. I want them to see how miserable I am. I want to cry.

Dad says that grandma (who has passed away) suddenly is alive and in the hospital. He lets us know that she is as thin as a stick and hardly conscious, and that we should visit her. For some reason, this thought really makes me sick and I show that clearly. He continues, wounded: "Or you could just pull the plug on her".

Siri drank all the juice

We were at home, in a house next to the old football field. It was time to eat and the rest of the family had taken what they wanted. Siri's friends, among them Maria Feldt, are trying to scramble together something to cook. They're looking at pasta. There's nothing left for me to take. I try the juice package, but it's almost empty and I only get a couple of drops. I blame Siri, who is standing next to me, and she defensively claims that she only drank three large glasses of it. I try to tell her off and that she could at least buy some extra juice if she is going to drink that much. I sit down at the table with the rest of my family, with only a little piece of brie and the drops of juice. I want them to see how miserable I am. I want to cry.

Dad says that grandma (who has passed away) suddenly is alive and in the hospital. He lets us know that she is as thin as a stick and hardly conscious, and that we should visit her. For some reason, this thought really makes me sick and I show that clearly. He continues, wounded: "Or you could just pull the plug on her".