Allan´s Weblog

I appreciate The Opera Community and it's blogging software as a free service. Therefore I cannot complain about the delays, the error-messages and the general pain-in-the-ass experiences here at Opera for the past weeks.

But when not one day goes by without frustrations and slow server responses, I just won't be bothered any more.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm outta here until I experience several consecutive days without server delays. One test a day will be executed.

Till then......

I am having an awful lot of dreams at night lately.

The dreams are very different from the dreams I normally have. Normally my dreams are chaotic, filled with non-connected events or just downright silly.

These days (nights rather) my dreams are coherent and story-board like. More like short-films with a morbid edge.

Last night I spend my time trying to rescue a dead and trapped doll. I could clearly see that it was trapped behind glass, but I could also see that there was an escape not far from where the doll was sitting calling for rescue. When I entered the door, I couldn't find the doll. And when returning to the outside of the doll's glass-prison, I could clearly see the doll sitting there, just as before, calling out my name in fear.
I was getting more and more desperate. It was extremely vital for me to save this doll, since I had the feeling that it was a part of myself getting lost.

I never found the doll, but I have the feeling that my running in and out of the glass-prison took all night.

I wonder why I had this dream. Normally I don't give my dreams much consideration, but in this case, because it was repeating over and over, I suspect that my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

I don't get the message, I'm afraid. But I made a photoshopping of the dream from 2 photographs I found deep down on my hard drive.



That dream scared the living daylight out of me.