Some sort of apocalypse…

I’m under a awning. It’s concrete. I’m with my friends kid, Savannah, I’m babysitting her. There is an emergency, some panic…a threat to civilization or something. There are firefighters spraying water over the awning, the water is dripping down, and Savannah runs away. I run through the water. I’m in a room, I think it’s […]


  This probably doesn’t make sense to a lot of people who read it, but I had the urge to share it anyway. I’ve spent the entire day baking! And NONE of my recipes turned out the way I had planned! But I still feel motivated. I got honest feedback from my family (who definitely […]

Purple Butterflies

30-31st August 2012 I remember being in my kitchen (at my grandparents’ place). I was naked, but wasn’t embarrassed. There was a guy with dark hair, he looked kind of like Will from “Will and Grace”. I asked him ( I think) to get me something to cover up with. He brings me a sheet,  […]

Hi blog.

Wow, it has been a looong time since I’ve made a post. I’ve definitely missed blogging. It’s just nice to have a place to write about my thoughts and feelings and life. I have a journal, but I rarely write in it. I think I’m just hand-writing long texts. Oh well. I don’t have that […]


  I’m sorry I have racist dreams. 25th-26th August 2012 I remember being in something that was like an electronics store, or like a convention hall. It was night-time. A lot (the majority, really) of my dreams are set at night within the dream world. I didn’t like being in there. There were a lot […]


For those who don’t know, “toll” is the German word for “good”, “great”, “super”, “cool”, “groovy”, etc. Synonyms like that. 24th-25th August 2012 After a phone conversation with my aunt, she recommended reading The Power of Now by Exkhart Tolle. I didn’t really think about it, because I have no job, no money, no library […]

Party Like A Popstar.

13-14 May 2012 The first thing I remember is being on the sidewalk with Amy Winehouse and Mark Ronson. The street was at  my right side. Amy was having a food fight with me, and she put something like ketchup on my head. I didn’t like it at first, but then I didn’t mind. She […]

Crossing Bridges

10-11 May 2012 I remember walking along on this sidewalk or something. On my left side there was some kind of wall, and possibly a sea or some really rough water behind the wall. To my right there were a bunch of bridges, like several I could choose from. They were all made from wood […]