Luke's apprentice

Luke had turned to the dark side. During a great ceremony for the new Republic, he turned his back as a coup was staged to overthrow its leadership. He escaped together with R2D2 and decided to take an apprentice. I had been cast for the role and was rehearsing with him.

Luke was turning out more and more like his father and put me through several tests, which I passed. He acted in a fatherly way, but was brutal all the same, holding his lightsaber against my throat, shaping it with the force, making me look left and right.  In the end he told me to cut off his arm. I hesitated only briefly and then did it in a swift strike. He laughed and we cut the rehearsal.

He was played by Christian Slater who patted me on the back and said that "that was five stars out of five". George Lucas came in and asked if I knew what the role was for. I told him that I didn't and Christian let me know that this was for a spinoff from the main series. Carrie Fischer came in as well, bringing with her the contract and asked if I had representation, talking about a big agency that I can't remember the name of... Cameron? Hamilton? Hamlin?

I tried to decide what to say. 

The Hermit Spider and Defending Jesper

There was a huge spider crawling on the floor
On its back was a strange loop. It looked like its hind legs were molded together and had lost their joints. It crawled across the room and I tried to take a photo of it with my camera.
It found some sort of shell, like a hermit crab, but it looked more like some sort of pastry
Fredrik Bergenfeldt stepped on it, by accident, and as I was trying to take a photo it looked a little like the pastry bled out jam, which made me worried. I decided we should let it out and was trying to get everyone out of the way.
I couldn't find it.
Fredrik Bergenfeldt was standing on it again.
I got so angry that i shoved him out of the way.

I was at a high school. Some students were picking on Jesper and his friends by pushing them into a table. I called out to them. They wondered if I wanted a piece of them. I moved up to the most cocky young lad and got ready for a fight. A teacher appeared and talked about how the student was trained in Wing Tsun and that one of the most important things in the art was to never be far away from a punch, instead of using clumsy stances. The student, however, was intimidated and left. Jesper was grateful. Me and Martin were going down an escalator made of brick stones. the final step just absorbed all the other steps as they came down.

The Sugardolls job

Met up for what was supposed to be the Sugardolls job
Very militaristic
A man was the leader, let's call him the Major
Put our things on chairs around a table
Got briefed
Got changed into white overalls
Brushed my teeth with a bottle brush
Someone pointed out that it was a bad idea and that I would get sick
Felt warm, was glad it wasn't a toilet brush
Went to an old lady to take my temperature
53ºC
She thought I was doing a trick and laughed
More people came to take their temperature as well
The major wondered if everyone was sick and weak
Told him I was just very warm
He understood
One guy hadn't shaved his ginger beard, I noticed
We were in some sort of old town in Helsingborg
Martin was there as well
My assignment was to adjust a projection on a wall at some stairs
It was very old, the place, and the projection was a historical one with people walking up the same stairs in the old days and with a speaker voice talking about how it was done
The rest of the team went ahead of us
At the top of the stairs there was a hill with snow, which everyone but me and Martin crossed with ease. Instead, we slipped and laughed, trying to make our way over
The speaker from the projection talked about how people would slide down the hill and play in the snow in the old days, explaining it with a certain name, which I don't remember but it meant that you went on your bottom.
After getting up the hill I finally saw the rest of the troupe and decided to try to catch up
First by sliding on my knees, but soon switched over to my bottom. It went really fast and as the track turned, I had a hard time turning properly
The track went into a cave and as it turned left I fell over the left side of the track and down into some sort of secret room
Two set of keys in a door leading out, took one in my hand and the other in my pocket
Opened the door and it led out to the place we had been before during the briefing with the Major
Looked around more and got into a kitchen
Outside the kitchen windows was a doll with blood running down her torn face wearing blue overalls
I knew it was dad, playing a stupid trick
Dark and windy outside
I banged on the window with the doll outside and dad kept moving it around, trying to be scary
I thought it was fun
Found nothing more in the kitchen, left
Was met with the Major who was furious that I had entered the secret place, which apparently was only for officers
Gave him back one of the two keys and he started looking for the other one
Started thinking of how to hide the other key so that I could go back in there again - perhaps dropping it behind my back into a pair of shoes, but what if I missed and he heard it?

Warcraft

I was playing Warcraft with Martin. It was on a winter landscape map and we were slowly harvesting wood and gold at our base on the east side, when suddenly the AI attacked from the west, with a huge force of mixed units. We had a small defense, which managed to hold them off for a little while, as we built barracks and all kinds of training grounds behind the fight. Slowly, we were able to reinforce our ranks and send the AI on it's way. As it fled, I noticed that its forces were indeed a strange mix. It had produced a variety of clowns, jesters, tanks balloons and all kinds of strange units.

Pushing west for the victory, we pursued them until we suddenly reached a big bank of water. There, they took to the skies and their transport ships. As I only had two gargoyles that could fly over, I left them patrolling the river while I'd expand to a gold mine on the south west river bank.

It didn't take long, however, until my patrolling gargoyles were attacked. As one died immediately and the other one seemed to flee from its patrol pattern, I never saw by what.

The Wedding Crashing Ship Heist

It was as if it happened two times. The first one we succeeded, the other one, not so much.

Me, Martin and Carl were crashing a wedding. We had been hired to do so, presumably by the groom, who didn't want to go through with the whole thing. At first, we had taken on a low profile, but as the crowd moved to the newlywed's summer house on the beach and the party started and the liqueur started flowing, it was time for Carl's part of the ploy. He mingled, starting to distracting the crowd by breaking out into song, encouraging everyone to sing along. He gave me a discreet nod as everyone seemed engaged, and me and Martin went through a back room and into an adjoining shed.

There, we started looking for a small ship model. Apparently, this was an early and very important memory for the couple, which was meant to be brought out later on during the party.

Now, the first time in the dream, this seemed to work, we found the ship and got out safely.

However, as the dream restarted, me and Martin were joined by Henrik Schyffert and Robert Gustafsson, who made an absolute mess of things. They were stumbling about the backroom, turning over sofas and made a whole lot of noise. Martin started practising acrobatics at a nearby playground, and as Robert and Henrik made their way into the shed, looking for the ship, they started to set fire to everything along the way, as if this was part of the assignment. We didn't find the ship, however, and as the fires grew we were forced to evacuate and leave the scene without the price.

The Lice

For the last couple of weeks, my scalp has becoming itchy. I was worried for a while that it might be lice, but upon close inspection, it wasn't. However, in the dream, I decided to look again. It turned out, that all the hair I had left was that on the front of my head. However, it had been covering the rest of my head backwards so nicely, that I hadn't notice the rest of my hair falling off. Now, as I parted it and saw my scalp, I noticed how there were parasites, crawling all over it. Practically all of my hair at the top of my head had been scratched off from the itchiness, and I could see stubble where my hair would grow back, while other areas were completely blank, as if it would never grow back again.

Summers Past

 It was the feeling of things coming to an end.

Every summer in my adult life, I used to go to Arild. It is a picturesque village where I usually spent my time in the attic of my grandparents abandoned old house. Listening to music, going down to the sea to have a bath and just enjoy the time being on my own. Since I had been together with Linda for the last three summers, it had been only natural that we spent them there together. This summer, after the break up, would turn out to be quite different. I had packed my things and made my way over there, getting ready to spend the summer there on my own, once again.

The garden, the flowers and the air had the melancholic feeling of autumn around it.

But when I arrived at the house and made my way up to the attic, it turned out that Linda was already there. This surprised me, as this was my place and not hers. I found her things lying around and among them was a police report about her. The report read that she was under suspicion of some sort, that she was unhealthily skinny and had been found wandering around and sleeping in inappropriate, public places. There seemed to be a general worry about her health. I looked up from the report and saw her sitting further up in the attic. Naturally, I wanted to go over and ask her how she was, but as I did, I noticed someone by the door. I knew, without a doubt, who it was. Her new man. He had probably had a swim in the sea and was now opening the lock.

I was struck by sadness and discomfort and as he opened the door to come in to the room I quickly grabbed my things and got out through a side door, before I was even able to properly see him. He might have seen my back as I left, though.

Just outside, almost hidden in the bushes, I had a desktop computer, standing against a wired fence. The branches of the bushes had grown around the steel wires, the computer and the screen, making it barely visible unless you stood right next to it. I decided to put some music on and just be on my own for a little while. However, before I was able to, a song started booming out of the attic. Linda's new guy had put on Butterfly by Jason Mraz, a song I clearly associate with myself as I often had sung it while out on tour.

It felt so symbolic. I had been replaced. Utterly and completely. She had taken over the places that were mine and started sharing them with him instead. Even the songs that were mine or ours now belonged to someone else. I started to feel really sad and abandoned, and wanted to go back in there without knowing really what to do or say. But I was brusquely torn from my feelings of regret as children started stumbling into the garden. They were clearly nursery or kindergarteners, climbing on the stone steps, playing around the bushes and the metal fences.

I went down the stone steps, past several boys and girls with their mouths full of berries, burdock seeds and random plants and flowers they had found in the garden. As it turned out, the rest of the house below had been rebuilt into a kindergarten and nursery and somehow the children had managed to get through the gate leading up into the wildly overgrown garden. I came out of the garden and down to the nursery, where I saw some teachers, chatting idly. As I told them about the children, they grew pale and quickly started running over to the gate and the garden.

There was a skip in time, and after all the children had been brought back safely and collected by their parents, I heard the teachers saying that it was lucky that no one had eaten anything poisonous. However, some children had fallen on the stone steps or bumped into the fences, so there were some broken teeth they were bound to hear about later. They talked about how over excited the children had been from "escaping" the nursery and that apparently some immigrant children had been the ones taking the lead.

I left them standing there and started making my way back up towards the attic. As I did, a car was starting to leave the nursery parking lot. In it I saw Linda's new boyfriend, surprisingly enough sitting with his ex-girlfriend in his lap. He had chosen to leave Linda in favour of his ex, and she was probably still up in the attic, alone. At first it gave me something of a sad relief. I suppose because I no longer had to feel bad myself for being so easily discarded. Pretty soon, however, I started to worry. Especially considering how the police report from before painted an unsettling picture of how Linda seemed to have lapsed somewhat in both her mental and physical health. 

The garden, the flowers and the air had the melancholic feeling of autumn around it.

I found Linda up in the attic, just sitting around. I just stood there, quiet for a while. Then, even though I knew the answer, I asked her if her boyfriend was still there. She looked at me then, very sadly, and answered:

"He's not coming back, darling".

The Orca Ship

I was on vacation with the family. Me, Julia and Siri were snorkeling around a reef. The sky was grey and the water was typically Swedish, with brownish algae and not much to look ut. After a while we climbed up on a reef and found a sort of lagoon with a big orca whale in it (I have recently watched Free Willzyx on South Park). It just seemed to hang around there, not more than a meter under water. Someone was commenting on how acid the water had become and another person replied that the only positive thing was that the water had become clearer.

We paced back and forth, looking at the orca. None of us dared enter the water, as we didn't know if the whale would be friendly or not. Then, suddenly, it surfaced. It opened its enormous jaws, roaring, revealing lines of big, flat, furry teeth. Kind of like a horse's teeth, but they seemed soft, like pillows, and folded over each other as its jaws closed. They were so big that only three or four fit on each jaw. It looked incredibly silly. There was loud techno music coming from it and as we saw the orca from the side, there turned out to be glass windows on it, revealing a DJ standing there, mixing and playing. Someone commented that they had taken an actual orca and through various operations had turned it into a tourist attraction for teenagers gone wild, Aiya Napa style.

The orca took off then, swimming at super high speed and away from where we stood. It was hard to figure out if it was swimming on its own or if there was some sort of boat engine on it as well. If so, was it the DJ that steered it? Then we saw that the orca actually had a several meters high deck on top of it, with proper railings and everything, all made in wood. Like one of those touristy pirate ships. It kept on accelerating and then...

KRAK. The whole ship burst under the strain of the super speed engine. It broke straight in two. Julia was the first to react as she had been on a life saving course a couple of days before. She jumped onto a jet ski and went out to try and save anyone on board. Most of them were making their way back Swimming, though. It was mom, dad and the DJ. I grabbed a couple of life jackets as she came back for another round, and gave those and a life buoy to her. I then went out myself in a rowing boat. Two guys were out there around the boat. One of them was talking about his sugar dependencies and I came up to his bag and noticed a fine assortment of Mars, Bounty, Snickers and KitKat bars. The other one commented on her life saving skills and we overheard them saying that she had glass legs. I looked at all the chocolate bars and decided to take two for myself, changed my mind and put them back, took them again, put them back, thought it wouldn't be noticed in the chaos but it would be wrong to steal and I didn't need more sugar and I took them, considered taking a bounty instead of a Snickers then put both back again and didn't take anything. I decided to help Julia bring the jetski back instead. She asked if I thought that she had glass legs, meaning that her veins were very visible, and I said that I've never thought about that, which I hadn't, and I didn't think she did.

So I jumped in the water next to the jetski, which was kind of scary considering that it was quite deep. But nothing came up and I climbed up on it. It was now a long gray floating pillow with a boat engine on, and I gassed up and went back to our ship.

Low Moon

The moon was so low on the horizon that it looked like a hundred times its normal size. I tried my best to capture it on a photo and had to get near a mountain ridge to make it look as big as possible. Looking over the ridge though, I noticed that the moon seemed to be impossibly lodged in between that one and another mountain range just beyond. It was so close to Earth that instead of reflecting the sun's rays, it started to reflect the earth's surface. This looked so cool that I had to ask my youngest sister, Julia, to pose in front of the moon, which was now showing off a landscape of sea, greenery and mountains as Earth was reflected on its surface, for a couple of more photos. When Julia stood in front of the moon, however, suddenly her whole face could be seen in the moon as well. It was big and distorted and we started playing with the weird reflections and took more photos. Man, I really wish I had those photos. 

The Diablo LAN and the Fight in the Forest

I was installing Diablo on four computer's at my moms, so that Julia, Måns, someone else possibly Simon and I could play together. It was such hard work and I somehow have the feeling that I was forced to do it and felt really sad. We had to work around with ISO's and I asked Julia to put one on a memory stick for my for the final computer. Once we were all finished and just were about to start the game, mom called us for a big family dinner. I sat down with us players and started to discuss what we could play, just to avoid killing each other. I didn't trust anyone to play a Sorcerer or Rogue, as they could kill the rest of us if they weren't skilled enough, but someone else wanted to play one and I felt I had to abide. I woke up before I got to play.

I was out in the forest and was fighting a couple of friends. We were split up into two teams and tried to hold different buildings. I was fighting as Lunara and had an unlimited number of poisoned spears. I knew the enemy had automatic guns, but that I could resist at least a couple of shots. One of my opponents hid in a closet, so I started impaling it with spears and think one broke through to damage him. Three others were sitting in a staircase, looking out through the windows, but I came from them from behind and started flinging my spears at them. It was very satisfying.