Am I dreaming…? Most certainly yes…

My earliest memories are dreams. That says something about me, I think, because dreams are still very present in my life. They are creative, ridiculous, hilarious, or frightening. If you want to get to know me, try to discover what I dream.

One of the last dreams I had, included me getting Chinese pointes. (Pointes = ballet shoe with hard nose) They were very pink, almost purple, and it was hard to get on the boxes. But they made turning quite easy. Once more a prove of the fact that I’m completely obsessed by ballet. Sometimes, I dream that I can eternal pirouettes. In reality I have one sucky balance, but in my dreams I can turn as much as I want.

“Kill him zombiemother!”

I really dreamt this. In English. We had just seen ‘One flew over the cuckoo’s nest’, in which this ‘Chief’ is one of the characters. He’s this tall Indian, a good one, actually. But in my dream, he had killed my mother, and when he lay sleeping on our couch, I said to my mother: “Kill him, zombiemother!” Quite logic, right?

I have dreamt twice about a sudden ‘explosion’ of radioactivity. I could hear it in the air, and I was afraid because I didn’t want to be there when the world would end. In some other dreams, I’m completely depressed because I cannot escape the situation I’m in. For example, I once dreamt that my family and I were held captive by Voldemort. There were quite a lot of families there. One of themwas leaving, after having spent two years in that prison. When I heard that, I felt really bad, because I couldn’t imagine staying there for two years…

Last year, around this period, I went jogging to prepare for the jogging hell at school. One of the nights of that period, I dreamt that I had Cranberry cancer. Yes, in English. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my head was all swollen. The next day, I went jogging, and then I knew why I had dreamt that: when I go running, my face blushes and feels swollen. Exactly what happens when you have Cranberry cancer…

On another occasion, I was almost eaten by a gigantic, fossil-like fish. It was at a swimming pool, in which there were a lot of dead bodies. You could only see them if there was a certain kind of light. There were also fishes like the one I just described. One of the girls that were over there, could control them. She made one of the fishes swim straight to me (in slow motion), but she said that she’d make it go away at the right moment. The fish dilated his mouth and came to me, and I was frightened and I closed my eyes… Then I could feel its cheeks touching me… And then the girl made it turn and I was safe again. Good god.

I even had a dream in which I had a suicide pact with two other people. One of them had died already, so I went to the third one who was in it and I said we had to do it too. She didn’t want to anymore, and I shot myself. But I become a ghost and I always stayed with one of my friends. This dream had a strange feeling of peace and tristesse.

Since my nightmare on frogs, I’m slightly scared of them. They were drowned in a sort of gelatin, and then served as a snack. Some of the frogs were still drowning. They all looked with both their freaky eyes and there were so much of them…

The ones of you who can interpret dreams, know me completely now. But keep in mind anyway: if you need a horror story, call me.