I met her back in the day when I used to spend most vacations, holidays and breaks in a beach called ‘Guaecá’… I believe she was my friend’s cousin’s friend, but that is irrelevant.

She was being really nice even if I couldn’t understand her, until suddenly the phone started to fail. I figured I should try hitting the handset a couple times when I see a disconnected wire, so I say “the phone is not working, I can’t hear you!” while trying to fix it. And ‘voi là’ I can hear her again and I feel happy about it, still can’t get what she is saying though.

Apparently I can’t focus well enough to actually listen to her, so I pay attention to the phone instead, and only then I realize two things:
1. it was one of those old rotary phones;
2. it was a dream…

So I wake up again, and start typing this on my phone.

Suffice to say we took some amazing souvenirs, including a helmet from 1946 – that I saved to wear riding the harley I will eventually have, some rifle that I can’t name right now – not even sure it was a real one, and a weird bat with the word “japson”(?) written on it.

Oh, did I mention my friend had to wear a chastity belt? Yeah, this was t.m.i. even for a dream.

It was basically a recurrent dream where I would be repeatedly crushed by a giant gear system (a cartoon like, flatten image of myself). There was no pain whatsoever, in fact, what really bothered me was the soundtrack, I can’t really describe it very well, it was an endless loop with a very specific pattern, imagine some kind of techno beat with metallic sounds and lots of reverberation.

The reason it freaked me out so much was because I recognized that pattern in people’s speech patterns, or in construction site sounds, or in traffic sounds, or even in a “silent” room. It happened more often when I was sleep deprived or in a caffeine rush, or just plain tired.

It would make me feel weird and inadequate at first, then some sort of panic, and soon enough sick to my stomach. Of course, once I recognized said pattern I would try to avoid it as much as I could because I simply could not break the loop in my head.

To this day this will happen eventually, it is not as hard as it used to be when I was a kid or teenager, but it still freaks me enough that I need to almost go deaf listening to music to overcome the stupid pattern. And yes, I am writing this because it is happening today.

I start walking away, while other people still repair the electric system, and when I go to the other room, there is a party going on, I meet a girl that only speaks english and we kind of click, and I end up kissing another girl. And I decide to leave.

It is sunny outside, and I meet another friend, emage, that now looks like a basketball player (really tall and strong with a shaved head – I think he was even dressed in similar clothing – when in fact he is skinny, and a little taller than me). He helps me out a lot, and I drive him home (the fact that I was shot still persists).

Sometime later I wake up, and the pain sensation is still there.

Weird.

We gathered near the school to wait for the bus, we were going on a field trip to a ranch close to my grandfather’s ranch, but I only realized that after we got there. Nothing special happened during the trip, which might be the special thing of a bus ride with a bunch of delinquents :P

There were a lot of people from different times of my life in that place, which was very weird, specially because we were not welcome in the ranch, apparently we were kind of trespassing. Arguments started about the whole trespassing thing.

Meanwhile I met another dear friend of mine inside the house (an ex-girlfriend’s sister), and while we were catching up a fight started between one of the random girls that was there, and one that came with me (who knows?), I tried to stop them, and I got in a fight with a guy that I also don’t know – and as all physical altercations that happen in my dreams, the fight happened in some sort of slow motion, where I feel stripped of all my strength and everything happens very slowly and very weakly – And I can never tell who “won”.

My grandfather, who is dead, showed up to solve the situation once and for all, and talked to the owner’s grandchild, calling him valklug. The name got me so intrigued that I woke up soon after this.

this creatures were pretty scary, they were mere worms, thin like spaghetti at their 1st stage, but when burned they would get in the most amazing shapes, spirals mostly, but different ones all the time, i think they do that to avoid burning down completely, since that way they would actually survive, and regenerate really fast.
When they were ready to grow to their second stage, they would freaking grow FAST… from a small worm to a cat sized catterpillar in a matter of seconds. I didn’t really get to observe another change, but something kept telling me they would get even bigger and stronger.

I saw a young girl, very pretty. I helped her and her 2 brothers to get rid of the worms that were on their bodies, and then a theatrical group was getting ready to storm the theather.

One of the guys really didn’t like me, because of our past, something about a girl. I don’t really remember.

This guy suddenly tackled me, and during this altercation – one of the worms that crawled into my arm, grew up, and It was a horrible feeling, like I was about to faint, weakness all around, all I wanted was to lay there and sleep.

I imagined that this would be pretty close to actually being bitten by a vampire.

After running around, trying to help people deal with this creatures, we were so tired that we had to rest… so we all sat down, I put my arm around the young girl, and realized that the guy didn’t really like that, so I just removed my arm, and laid back.

and fell asleep, waking up immediately after.