The Dream of the morning of June 17th

I had this dream after waking up in the morning and resetting my alarm clock for one hour later. Yeah, I sure know how to dream fast. I felt a bit anxious throughout this dream, but it wasn't until I got to the last part that it got really bad. Really, really bad.

The first thing I can remember about this dream is that I was in an abandoned flat or something, tending to several sick, abandoned dogs who were in the tiniest kitchen I've seen, tucked away in different cupboards. Everytime I opened one I found a new dog. All of them were similar in colour, and I think they were supposed to be the same breed too, but I remember noticing differences between them, like one having curly fur on his head. All of them were white, but so dirty that they looked greyish. I had my mother's car with me and she'd said something about me having permission to drive one of the dogs to the vet in case it was really ill. Trouble was, I felt that several of them were, so I called my mum and after a short discussion she instructed me to put towels in the backseat that they could lie on. I remember thinking in the dream that I didn't have a driver's license, but perhaps I somehow did anyway or perhaps my brother showed up and drove because the next thing I know I was at the vet with the dogs. For some reason, I did not go in with them, but waited outside with Mia, my brother's girlfriend, while my mother and brother were taking care of things.

I had this tiny bar of chocolate, a kind I used to eat sometimes when I was a kid (back then it cost 2 SEK, I've seen it in a couple of places now for something like 5 SEK) and Mia asked to get some of it. The bar is split into 3x4 little pieces and she broke off the first three saying something about how that matched the calendar and how it was only fair that she got the first three since she, my brother and someone named Johan (who might be one of her nephews or her brother) had their birthdays in the first three months of the year. Now, this isn't true since my brother's birthday is in June and hers is in August, but I let her have the pieces she wanted and then took the next three thinking that: "well, this is only fair, my birthday and my brother's and my father's are all in the first six months of the year - only my mother's is later in the year" (this is true, so there was SOME logic to it).

When my mother and brother returned no one even mentioned the dogs, but for some reason we were supposed to go to the hall of residency in which the vet's daughter was living and give her something. My mother didn't come with us, but the rest of us drove there and I realised it was the same hall of residency that I lived in - which looked nothing like the one I'm actually living in. The dream one was top of the line in every way. Technology, design, etc. We walked down the hall and my brother knocked on her door and then pushed it open. Inside, three people were sitting around the counter of a bar that, apparently, had been added. They were studying and surprisedly stared at the people who'd entered without permission. I felt incredibly ashamed of my brother and quickly left the scene. Apparently Mia followed me, because we then found ourselves in my room down the hall and she asked why it had bothered me so. I told her that it was just not how things were done there, one didn't enter a room until the person living in it had opened the door.

After my brother had picked up Mia and they'd left I suddenly found myself in a corridor much like the one in my Hall of Residency, only this one was clearly underground. The light from the ceiling made the place seem an odd grey-green-blue-ish colour. I'm pretty sure that there was something happening that had to do with the dogs again, I think I may have had one of them with me but I can't swear on it. I had a copy of the national, daily news paper Dagens Nyheter with me, and suddenly I found an open door. Two people were inside playing table tennis, or badminton without a net. It might seem weird that I can't remember which, possibly they were playing both at different times during our conversations, but I'm dead sure there was no net for the supposed badminton match. These two people were the head of the political party Moderaterna (though not the real one, who is Prime Minister), this one was older and a woman from his party. I can not believe my eyes and immediately I dive into a discussion about the upcoming vote on the FRA law (which will grant the authorities permission to spy on any information that passes in and out of Swedish borders, like e-mails and such) which this party supports. Having read that anyone who votes against it in their party could be forced to leave it I had to ask about this. When I asked if it was true he said "Yes, it is. But that's true of all of the parties really." Then we got into a discussion of whether or not this was the case before I fell silent and started flipping through my paper, still sitting right outside that door. There was a full-page add in colour from a family looking for somewhere in the city for their son (who was starting university) to live. There was a picture of them on a lawn with an oak tree, in front of a house. Some kind of harness was attached to the oak tree and the "headline" of the ad went: "Where will [some kind of typical, cutesy dog name] get to swing now?" and it seemed that the ugly bulldog in the picture had some kind of swing for dogs in this tree and that they wanted a place for their son to live closer to the uni where they could still keep that harness swing-thing.

At this point Kit appeared. I think her boyfriend, Julian, was with her because I distinctly remember the presence of another person. As soon as she came up to me I know things were bad with her. If she's tired and the head ache she's had for six months is unusually bad her temper can be very bad too, but this time it was beyond bad. While I normally am on my toes around her when she's in a bad mood this time I was actually frightened. Somehow I just knew that one wrong word would push her from being upset to being suicidal. So I glanced over at the badminton-or-table-tennis-playing politicians and hoped there would be no more talk about the law she despised as much as I did (and do). I think I exchanged a look with Julian (if he was the one with her) and sort of agreed that "yeah, shit, she's right on the edge". A fresh wave of anxiety washed over me that was so bad I almost felt nauseous as I watched her take a few steps around the underground corridor. She then tore out a page from my paper, folded it into a little air plane and hurled it down the hall. It flew a long way and as it crashed a little girl with dark, curly hair came out from behind a door close to where the plane had landed. Kit folded a new plane and threw it, and the girl giggled and stretched her hands towards it as it came flying past her.
And then I woke up.

It might be useful to know that I watched a documentary about PETA last night (which pissed me off as they're a bunch of fakes) and that the FRA law stuff has been bothering me for a week so most of this dream is easy enough to interpret. I even think the colour of the fur on the dogs (which was supposed to be white) came from this as there is a manifestation of sorts outside the Parliament building tomorrow morning where people who are against the law will show up, dressed in all white.