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More related to the topic... I had a dream the other night, that I remember, but forgot to tell you all about:
It started with a group of 9 people: Me, my dad, some freerunners I met recently and a Norwegian girl, named Susanna, I'm friends with. Ryoko and xsirhc know of her.
We were on a rather rocks mountainside that has featured in quite a few dreams of mine. This time it was snowy and we'd discovered a rather nice slope, which we had begun to ski down. There was also bowls cereal and yoghurt involved.
At some point I'd decided to impress Susanna by skiing down this slope and then picking up the bowl midway down. I then intended to eat it while I ski down the rest.
This plan was foiled when, for no apparent reason, the mountain became flat as I climbed it. At this point I realised that the rocks I stood on were, in fact, gravestones.
We were suddenly in a dusty, run down, town reminiscent of... well... the kind of town you'd expect to see when it's inhabited soley by starving African children.
Or is it just me who can picture that?
Anyway: For some obscure reason these children took offence at even the slightest eye contact, and such a thing was punishable by stealing your soul.
One of the group of 5 (not sure what happened to the previous 9... for now it was just me, my dad and 3 random girls) made said mistake and suddenly we were taking to someone who owned a steam-powered cart. It was rather impressive actually.
This person had no use for said cart and gave it to us in exchange for... something.
Then the dream ended.