The bus birthday party

 I was in a small town in Småland, having visited a shop, needing to get back to Norrhult. According to my map app, a bus was leaving a bit away. I was trying to figure out how to buy tickets, but all I found was how to buy a ticket + meat. I tried to ask a local woman and she just told me I'd better hurry to the bus station first as I was running out of time.

So I ran like the wind - so fast that my map app couldn't keep up. It was a fantastic feeling. Then I was there, but no bus in sight. Had I missed it? The time was one minute past. Then, when I was starting to lose faith, it showed up.

The driver opening the door was strapped firmly into the seat and was suffering from severe spasms. I wondered how he could control the bus, since he barely seemed to be able to control himself. I didn't want to be ableist, however, and he proved very tolerant with me not having figured out how to buy a bus ticket without buying meat. I got on, sat down and slowly figured it out and paid.

Fredrik Bergenfeldt sat next to me. He had his birthday party and that's where we were at. I got my food and Fredrik was crying, telling me about how everyone bullied him for his looks as a kid. I, having been his close friend, tried to comfort him saying that surely I didn't do that.

"You were the worst of all! You grimaced when you saw me" he burst out, showing off his missing teeth and bleeding gums. He stroked his finger against them and rubbed blood on my eyelid. I got worried, thinking he was trying to infect me with something, so I went to the loo to wash it off. Looking in the mirror, I also noticed a small line of blue ink on top of one of my very thin eyebrows. It came off like loose skin.

Simon's film

 Simon was filming scenes for a new film. I had a monologue in it where I was grating cheese and chopping a tomato. It was the world's toughest tomato to chop and it already had cuts in it like a hasselbackspotatis. First I did a very flamboyant take while grating the cheese, including an amazing pirouette on the way to the cutting board. I was impressed myself when looking at the recording, but Simon wanted something more natural. It didn't go very well and I became very self aware. 

He also had a dream about a concrete room with white long lines painted on the floor. We entered such a room and I asked him if this was the room; if this is where we're all going to die. It was very nice and dramatic. 

The Amnesia School Play

 I was in a school play, where I'd just finished the first act. It had been played out in the evening and finished with me going home and to bed. The second act would then start with me waking up at 2 AM and getting back into the school. I played the same role as Fredrik Bergenfeldt and so we slept in the same room and I felt that using his jacket, a beige, thick winter jacket, kind of like a bulky, downy Helly Hansen one, would bring me closer to the character. It was hard to find in the room and still wet from him using it. Great.

I rushed down to the school, which was Hubertusgården, and ran into the corridor. Kids started gathering around me and the only thing I remembered from the plot was that there was a witch among the staff. I went through Hemvisten, looking into the staff room through a round window in the door, and they were all kind of giggly seeing me and knowing that "Oooh, this is theatre and he's in character". I stayed in character. 

I ran through to the gymnasium and in there the rest of the kids had assembled. They were all very excited and ran with me as I was doing circles around the place, figuring out how I'd improvise this play and talking loudly about who the witch could be. They were all excited to find out themselves. 

Someone cried out a sort of signal and we all sat down, scattered around the hall. The teachers stepped up and who was probably the head teacher started a speech to the students. It was someone I recognised. They finished by saying that Hjalmar could do a better job at keeping your attention, inviting me up to start the second act. A group of amateur actor singers joined as well, and started singing the act opening number that I didn't know. Luckily, the play was about Amnesia so that worked in my favour.

I was able to get a script from my mum, who appeared to have written the lyrics for the song, and tried guessing the notes. It finished with the word "tyst" But as it had room for two tones some of the group sang "tysten" and then they started arguing loudly about which one was right. It was my moment to shine and I stepped up, in character and went into a monologue about not knowing who was the witch.

Time skip. Julia had given me a comic strip with Pikachu in it. There were three boxes going from upper left, to right, to lower left. In it, Pikachu was reflecting among people about all the things they didn't need to care about in order to live a good life. There were many difficult words, but I exclaimed to the people around me about how nice and clever it was to not need to re-read them as the whole point was that I didn't need to care about those things. A beautiful girl next to me exclaimed how she still wanted to re-read it all.

I went to lunch, where the whole play continued. It was kind of like a convention, with people from different parts of the world. I reflected about a group of young women there that I previously would have been very attracted to them but that I wasn't, and didn't need to be, interested in them anymore. They were Indonesian, dressed in white, and busying themselves with school work. I ran out and saw a rail leading up a long flight of stairs. I felt like doing something cool and unexpected so I jumped up the rail and slid upwards, defying gravity. Jarek Bogusz caught up to me and told me how cool that was and that in order to fake it for a film, you could have a whole group of guys pulling someone up with a rope attached to their waist.