Sarah Jessica Parker and the Chocolate Figurines

I recently had a dream in which I was at the top floor of Illum, a Copenhagen department store. I had somehow got my hands on three chocolate figurines, like the ones children get for Easter. Except these figurines weren't Easter bunnies or anything like that. Instead they were made out to look like Thor, Siff, and Loke from Norse mythology. For some reason, I was devouring these chocolate figuring, with a ravenous appetite. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a door opened and Sarah Jessica Parker stepped into the room. She was wearing a beautiful silver dress, Charleston-like, and her hair was short like it was in the fifth season of Sex and the City. Upon seeing me and my wild consumation of these chocolate figurines, she got this completely horrified look on her face, and rushed out of the same door that she'd entered Illum through.

That's all I remember from that dream.

"God damn it, Alexis!"

I dreamed that I was in soap opera Dynasty, as one of the characters, (probably insired by the recent death of John Forsythe). To be more precise: I dreamed that I was a teenage daughter of Blake Carrington and Alexis Colby. I had apparently been living with Blake in the Carrington mansion along with my brothers or sisters (who must have been Adam, Steven, Fallon, and Amanda, but I don't remember actually interacting with those characters), but this was the on-set of season 7, which is the time when Alexis manages to ruin Blake financially and take over not only his business, but also his mansion, so she throws Blake on the street.

In the dream, this meant that I now had to live in the house with my mother, Alexis, instead of with my father, Blake. This upset me terribly, and I was very angry with Alexis about her treatment of Blake. As a result, I did the only sensible thing: I went on a hunger strike. We were sitting down to have dinner, Alexis, my brothers and sisters, and myself, and I was famished, but instead of digging in, I solemnly announced that I wasn't going to eat a single bite again until Blake was back in the house.

That's all I remember from the dream.

Charles Widmore's Escalators

Last night I dreamed that I was watching Lost season 5. I don't remember much from the dream, except there was a scene in which Kate Austen had to go to Charles Widmore's office building in order to retrieve something or other. She had toddler Aaron with her, but she was being followed by someone, so she had to be really secretive. When I watch movies or television within a dream, it is however always really difficult for me to discern between myself and the protagonist I'm watching and at some point I became Kate, and I was in the office building myself. It was a futuristic type of building, very streamlined, and it had a lot of escalators. I had to go down a set of escalators at one point - except, as I realized when I was half-way down the set, instead of lowering you gently onto the below floor, like normal escalators do, all the escalators in this building ended mid-air, and you had to plummet about three metres after that.

The thought scared me, and for a moment I contemplated going back up the escalators, but I had to abort that idea, because as I glanced over my shoulder, I realized that an agent working for Benjamin Linus was right behind me, and he was out to get Aaron and me.

So instead I braced myself for the fall. "You can do this, Kate/Marie. You've jumped from the three-metre diving board before, and you were just fine." I thought to myself. And also "Damn that sadistic bastard Charles Widmore! Who else would have their fucking office building escalators end mid-air?"

And then I fell, and I know this sounds like the set-up for one of those dreams where you dream that you fall and then you wake up and can actually feel the sinking feeling in your stomach, but it wasn't. Instead, what happened in the dream was that I basically just fell down and landed on my ass. Yeah. Not a very dignified ending to that highly dramatic dream.

In Which I Can't Remember What Movies Daniel Day Lewis Is In

I dreamed the other night that I had to impresse somebody - I don't remember whom - with my knowledge of Daniel Day Lewis movies. Except in the dream I couldn't think of a single movie with Daniel Day Lewis in it. I kept thinking that I'd thought of one, only to realize that I was confusing him with Jeremy Irons.

I don't remember what happened after that, but the dream is slightly reminiscent of the dream in which I was trying to impress Harrison Ford by mentioning Harrison Ford movies, but couldn't come up with any titles. And I just have to say how incredibly random I think it is that this has become a recurrent theme in my dreams. Other people, sane people, dream that they show up naked in school or that their teeth fall out. I dream about my own inability to name-drop movie titles.

McNulty wanting more

I have been enjoying the excellent HBO series The Wire lately - Doing a 6 episode marathon on sunday. The second season is a thriller from the get go!

In my The Wire related dream I was having a candlelight dinner (This being featured in one the episodes, I as far as I remember) with one of the chief protagonists Jimmy McNulty (left of picture). McNulty is a rebel detective playing things his own way and one who does not shy away from the whisky bottle. In the dream, at the the candlelight dinner, in a marina, McNulty was running me through the major plot lines of The Wire, telling what it all meant, where it was going and so forth. It of course made perfect sense in dreamland, but I woke before I could get a real grasp of what he was saying. McNulty - I guess - will be dissapointed not getting anywhere with me, and I'm counting myself happy it wasn't Bunk (right of picture) who wanted to run me through the mill.

The Leech

The following events take place in a Chinese industrial harbor at around midnight. The setting is foggy and cold, although I am quite aware of wearing shorts. Walking along with my friend Kenneth Goldbaum we reminisce on old parties. One event is especially interesting, another friend was once bit by a leech in the toe which was rather disgusting; We talk back and forth about this subject, until we stumble upon a Chinese fisherman. Kenneth approaches the man and asks him whether he has any planes for that leech lying on the ground, and if not could Kenneth have it.
Obviously, the fisherman has no interest in the leech and lets Kenneth have it. Kenneth joyously picks up said leech and juggles it around in his hand. I warn him that it might attach itself to him which it of course does. Rather than struggle to remove the leech Kenneth just lets it sit there. Sucking blood it quickly grows quite large and purple. Kenneth enjoying himself starts to wave the leech attached finger at me. For some reason I am now carrying a folded chair which I use to fend of Kenneth and the leech finger.
Kenneth amused by the leech starts to push his finger inside the leech - not in a sexual way - Just poking at the rubbery substance and pulling it over his finger. The dream then ends abruptly.