Dream Log: July 8, 2003

The dream features me and my friend (not a real person) with no one else but Karl Marx in the same room in my house (not a real house of mine). Marx is furious for an old bloke who had told us few ruthless facts. The geezer Marx grew to hate so fast is not in the room but we are expecting him to appear at any minute. Marx takes a pistol and stomps around and shots a random man who comes into the room. Right after that the dead man's child comes into the room and starts crying. Karl cannot handle the wee one crying and shots him too, leaving the child dead. My friend looks out of the window and says that the old fart is coming. We shut the lights, Marx puts the pistol on the table and becomes extremely tense.

The old man comes in. Marx grabs for the pistol but takes accidentally a remote control instead. I make some awkward gestures to make Karl to notice that he has a wrong device in his hand. He wants to kill and it's far easier with a gun than with a cd-player. Karl pushes the button and somehow the lights go on. The old one takes a look at corpses but barely notices them. I become very nervous thinking that we are all doomed but Marx has now pulled himself together and snaps the pistol and shoots the oldtimer in the chest - one, two, three times. No effect. He's still standing though bleeding. All three of us escape up to stairs. The oldie is coming after us even though Marx is burying more bullets in his body. I'm not nervous anymore but terrified. But finally the geezer collapses as he tries to climb after us...

Two dreams:

Dream 1

I get a message (I'm not sure if it's a letter or a phone call) from a friend of mine who has moved and gotten a new job guarding a lighthouse. The perspective of the dream switches to something like a TV documentary; I'm not really there but I'm watching and my friend is narrating.

His lighthouse is very far from land, situated on the edge of a small island which is apparently the top of an old volcano because it's basically just a large crater. The waves are continuosly washing over it, rolling through the crater. For some reason, this island has been evolutionally separated from the rest of the world for a very long time, giving rise to some unique creatures. On a closer look, the crater is filled with big, round, floppy things rolling along with the waves. They're bright green with lots of red spots. We are told that they live from some kind of mold or weed that grow in the crater, and that this is an extraordinary proof of the theories of Darwin.

My friend goes on to tell about how he's taking a distance course in something-or-other just to pass the time.

Dream 2

I'm part of a team in what I think is rugby or american football and we're about to play a match. In order to get a psychological edge over our opponents, we've painted our faces with some kind of traditional masks that look vaguely chinese. We perform a threatening dance before them, shouting and waving our arms. I have the feeling that this is some kind of tradition, but the other team is not doing it and they do seem a little unsettled.

Moments later in the field, just before the match starts, i shake hands with one of the opponents. Afterwards I think "how stupid, we were supposed to scare them!".

After a while, there's a break and for relaxation the loudspeakers are playing a clarinet quintet by Mozart. I glance over at our coach and he's completely paralyzed by the music. I poke him with a pillow and he just falls over. Before he has time to get up I poke him again and he falls over again. This second poking makes him angry and he drags me away to a back room, where he brings out a brush and paints a really strange looking moustache all over my face.

When the game continues I expect the opponents to laugh at my ruined mask, but for some reason they seem to find me even more scary now.