Well, actually, there were several. I only remember a very little from one and then most of the last one. The reason there are several is that I kept waking up. At first I woke up around nine when someone called me from a magazine called Vi Föräldrar (literally: We Parents) and said something about me having signed up for something on pampers.se (either some kind of contest or... I have no idea, I was still half asleep) and then I said something along the lines of "errr, no?". The way she paused after saying that stuff about me signing up and the off-handed way in which she explained my lack of knowledge about the whole thing as some kind of mix-up makes me think she was full of it and just needed an excuse for openly violating the don't-call-me-if-your-selling-something-protection-thing I signed up for a year ago. Basically, companies selling things can not contact me unless I've made business with them in the past. There are some ways to get around that, however, and I think this was one of them. So, instead of apologising for bothering me when clearly I had not signed up for anything to do with pampers or parenting she giggled and started telling me about their "great offer" for getting seven issues of their magazine. Idiot. If I haven't signed up for something on website dedicated solely to NAPPIES; maybe, just, MAYBE I don't want to subscribe to a magazine about parenting?
Somehow, despite feeling feverish and despite the throbbing pain in my hip and the back of my neck/shoulder (as I hadn't taken a pain killer for seven hours) and despite being awoken at the ungodly hour of nine in the morning (hey, I'm a student with no classes, I sleep in) I manage to croak "no thanks, I'm not interested" and refrain from (politely) asking her to sod off. And I had trouble going back to sleep for some reason. But when I did...
...I dreamt that I was on a train, having a swordfight with someone (not a real one, just playing around. I even suspect we may have been using baguettes rather than fake swords) and we fell off, and had to start walking along the tracks. Then we ate these really odd, very thick crisps with some kind of brownish spice on them. I can't remember who the other person was, but I don't think it's unlikely that it was Kit, seeing as how we were fighting with baguettes and all.
Then my alarm clock went off and I decided that I deserverd two more hours of sleep.
This time I dreamt that I was a witch in some kind of version of the Harry Potter universe. And for whatever reason I decided to get my Muggle mum (who was my real mum) some candy from Diagon Alley. Except, you don't access Diagon Alley from a secret entrance in London, you get on the Stockholm underground (or it might have been the London one with REALLY upgraded trains) and the Diagon Alley one runs rapidly upwards in a spiral of some sort and there weren't any walls, just air and infinity around it. You couldn't even see the ground below. And for whatever reason this police officer decided to chase down one of the trains in his car (he's actually a character from a series of Swedish books made into films, and this was the most recent film version of the character) and at this point I was seeing this as if in a film, or just floating around in the air, I wasn't in my own body. Suddenly, he's no longer in his car (which, by the way had been driving on the tracks) but in a train of his own, but he was going too fast and the train derailed. So it flew off into air and all the wizards and witches had to cast spells to get him down safely. I don't know what happened to him after that, but I was back to my own self and I was in Diagon Alley. Except it wasn't a street, but a platform by the tracks with some candy stands and things. I bought my candy and went my merry way.
Next thing I know my brother has picked me up and we're supposed to go home. In his car... except it was no longer a car but an airplane. And suddenly we're plummeting to the ground. We crash somewhere that looks an awful lot like the Hellfire Peninsula area in World of Warcraft (yeah, yeah, I know the level of nerdery required to dream about both HP and WoW in one dream - you're just lucky that there's no Van der Graaf Generator and Formula 1 in here to make the whole thing complete). The crash was fairly soft though and it's a car again. I'm in the backseat and I've hurt my knees a bit on the seat in front of me, but escape fairly unscathed, by brother is fine and most importantly: the bag of magic candy for my mum survived.
And then I woke up.
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