My Blue Eyed Child

I had a child. A little baby. It was cooing and so happy to see me, which for some reason was a surprise. I didn't even think of whether it was a boy or girl. Just my child who was happy to see me, as if it already knew that I was daddy. Then I noticed it had blue eyes, which surprised me as I knew both me and its mother had brown eyes. But then I saw my woman and it turned out she had blue eyes, which surprised me too. Didn't identify her though.

Me and Jimand were running around a parking lot, freestyling hiphop. I told her that I guessed I'd now be a hiphop daddy. She thought that was funny. I climbed a random pillar and was a bit reckless, which made me think about whether or not I had an extra responsibility to be careful, now that I'm a dad. I didn't feel that, though. Life still needs to be lived and enjoyed. 

Cowboy Bilbo

 Me and Bill were at a meeting with a producer for a new Lord of the Rings film and it turned out that we got cast for the roles of Sam and Frodo! It was all very exciting.

I then vaguely remember something about a boy scout organisation and wanting to take a shower. 

Me and Bill were in some Asian country and a few British party girls were considering going out to party, though it was getting quite late. We found a place; a penthouse club, but for some reason I got delayed and as I was about to go up I called Bill to see if he was there for the last order, but he was already making his way home and said we could hang out tomorrow instead. Me, knowing that to be less than likely because we'd be tired and hung over, suggested we'd just see each other when the film started shooting.

I was in the north of Sweden and was going to take the train home to Lund. This is definitely a recurring theme, I now realise. This time everyone on the train were cowboy themed, including me, and we were told to get ready for some cosplaying and silliness. A girl made her way to the driver's seat and just started driving the whole train without knowing what she was doing. Everyone cheered, but after having gone a few hundred meters I told her to stop and go back. What if we met another train?

I had to go fetch something in the wooden attic of the train and so I went up through a hatch and met some people there, with whom I was supposed to prepare things. A little girl showed me how to open the hatch in the ceiling to reach even further up in the train and I thought it looked simple enough as she made her way to do something else. Martin Harvyl was there, eating with his family by a table as some other people, probably drunk, came up to help me prepare. I told them what the little girl had told me about reaching the next floor storage and they tried for half an hour to set up the foldable stairs that the girl had done on her own in less than five seconds. I grew tired of them and as I was going to show them how it's done they'd set up a table with a midsummer lunch just where the stairs were supposed to set up. I shooed them away and sat them up myself.