I was going to pick up Julia to go to Norway for an audition. She was still in primary school, so I was waiting outside the daycare centre, not sure where she'd exit. Also, there were some foxy ladies, probably babysitters, about to pick some kids up and I delayed a bit on purpose. I was on my phone, secretly listening in on a conversation between one of the daycare ladies talking about where Julia was. She heard me breathing and so I hung up and tuned into another call that they were making, revealing that I was there and that I was coming to pick up Julia. It was grey and rainy, probably in the autumn.
I was sitting down at a table outside of a house, somewhere in Norway, on a lovely summer's day. We were a big crowd of people, mostly dressed in white, and they all felt kind of mafioso. One of them was looking at me strangely and behind me. I was pretty sure he didn't like having me there and was looking to "off" me, somehow. I suddenly showed up behind him with a knife to his throat, citing his living address and letting him know that if I should suddenly die, contingencies were in place for him and his family. He understood and promised to back off.
Kristofer and I took our things and started to leave for the bus that would take me to the audition. I had had WiFi in the house, so my Google maps had given me a bus route and we'd just walk there. Thinking of what I'd sing and what kind of audition this was, I tried to clean off my dirty bare feet and get them in my shoes. I asked Kristofer about the guy whom I had threatened; if he was a big player and dangerous to mess with. Kristofer told me to think of him more as a side player. Not a star scorer. Someone who could be replaced. He noticed I was carrying a small PET bottle and asked if I was bringing that to the audition. We went up a flight of stairs and I said that I'd likely find a rubbish bin on the way there. I was going to take the bus, after all, and we had some way to go to get to the bus stop.
I saw another PET bottle, just lying around, and figured I might as well pick that up as well. However, I clumsily dropped it and it started falling down the stairs, so I quickly reached out with my psychic powers to try and grab it. It twitched a little and then kept going down the stairs. I complained to Kristofer that this was what my telekinesis had come to these days. He muttered something, imitating me and clearly jealous that I had telekinetic powers at all. I tried ruffling a flower, holding my hand near it, and that was about all the power I could muster.
We reached a group of traditionally Swedish red and white houses and it was now winter and big droves of snow everywhere. The sky was darkening quickly. I started putting the rubbish I'd now accumulated - which turned out to be a big styrofoam box of stuff - in the correct recycling bins. It was too much. I had to get to my audition. So I just put the box down halfway through and we set off towards the bus stop. Suddenly, an old native American appeared beside me, quite menacingly. He told me he had seen what I had done and had to finish the recycling for me. I answered quite apologetically, knowing that this was half a man, half a spirit always was watching over me. He explained that even he had not managed to finish the recycling, for I had indeed accumulated so many things, and we came to some sort of apologetic understanding of neither of us being quite enough.
We had to hurry now, to get to the bus in time, so Kristofer passed straight through some of the houses. I looked at my Google Maps on my phone and it looked like we had gone a little too far, but I was thinking that perhaps I could just take the bus from a station further down the street. As we came out on the other side, it was summer again and the sun was shining. We hit the main street and the main bus station - but none of the buses was going where I was going! My cousin shrugged and told me that he had just been going to his own bus, not to mine. I had to scramble up the street to where Google said my bus stop was, thinking desperately about what I was going to sing at the audition and my voice felt like sandpaper, also thinking of how I would pay the bus driver when I didn't have any Norwegian money, when suddenly I was on a bus, about to set me down at the stop from which I was going to take my other bus. As I got off I was wondering how I had paid for that bus and how it came to be that I was suddenly on it. My reasoning was that it was free to travel by bus in Norway, as long as you were going within the same metropolitan area.
I was able to catch my bus, still not sure about what I was going to sing, and suddenly I was dancing together with Knut and Susanna, who both wanted the job as well. They were dressed in gorgeous goth clothes. Knut had a black tulle skirt, just transparent enough to see his high stockings and high, high red heels.
I was sitting down at a table outside of a house, somewhere in Norway, on a lovely summer's day. We were a big crowd of people, mostly dressed in white, and they all felt kind of mafioso. One of them was looking at me strangely and behind me. I was pretty sure he didn't like having me there and was looking to "off" me, somehow. I suddenly showed up behind him with a knife to his throat, citing his living address and letting him know that if I should suddenly die, contingencies were in place for him and his family. He understood and promised to back off.
Kristofer and I took our things and started to leave for the bus that would take me to the audition. I had had WiFi in the house, so my Google maps had given me a bus route and we'd just walk there. Thinking of what I'd sing and what kind of audition this was, I tried to clean off my dirty bare feet and get them in my shoes. I asked Kristofer about the guy whom I had threatened; if he was a big player and dangerous to mess with. Kristofer told me to think of him more as a side player. Not a star scorer. Someone who could be replaced. He noticed I was carrying a small PET bottle and asked if I was bringing that to the audition. We went up a flight of stairs and I said that I'd likely find a rubbish bin on the way there. I was going to take the bus, after all, and we had some way to go to get to the bus stop.
I saw another PET bottle, just lying around, and figured I might as well pick that up as well. However, I clumsily dropped it and it started falling down the stairs, so I quickly reached out with my psychic powers to try and grab it. It twitched a little and then kept going down the stairs. I complained to Kristofer that this was what my telekinesis had come to these days. He muttered something, imitating me and clearly jealous that I had telekinetic powers at all. I tried ruffling a flower, holding my hand near it, and that was about all the power I could muster.
We reached a group of traditionally Swedish red and white houses and it was now winter and big droves of snow everywhere. The sky was darkening quickly. I started putting the rubbish I'd now accumulated - which turned out to be a big styrofoam box of stuff - in the correct recycling bins. It was too much. I had to get to my audition. So I just put the box down halfway through and we set off towards the bus stop. Suddenly, an old native American appeared beside me, quite menacingly. He told me he had seen what I had done and had to finish the recycling for me. I answered quite apologetically, knowing that this was half a man, half a spirit always was watching over me. He explained that even he had not managed to finish the recycling, for I had indeed accumulated so many things, and we came to some sort of apologetic understanding of neither of us being quite enough.
We had to hurry now, to get to the bus in time, so Kristofer passed straight through some of the houses. I looked at my Google Maps on my phone and it looked like we had gone a little too far, but I was thinking that perhaps I could just take the bus from a station further down the street. As we came out on the other side, it was summer again and the sun was shining. We hit the main street and the main bus station - but none of the buses was going where I was going! My cousin shrugged and told me that he had just been going to his own bus, not to mine. I had to scramble up the street to where Google said my bus stop was, thinking desperately about what I was going to sing at the audition and my voice felt like sandpaper, also thinking of how I would pay the bus driver when I didn't have any Norwegian money, when suddenly I was on a bus, about to set me down at the stop from which I was going to take my other bus. As I got off I was wondering how I had paid for that bus and how it came to be that I was suddenly on it. My reasoning was that it was free to travel by bus in Norway, as long as you were going within the same metropolitan area.
I was able to catch my bus, still not sure about what I was going to sing, and suddenly I was dancing together with Knut and Susanna, who both wanted the job as well. They were dressed in gorgeous goth clothes. Knut had a black tulle skirt, just transparent enough to see his high stockings and high, high red heels.
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