dream about sweden

listening to: amy winehouse / joan as policewoman / cat power / isobel campbell and mark lanegan

i am in bed with notes, lots of notes with a sketch of a giraffe and books with titles about colonies and sex discrimination, and this lovely playlist, playing awaying. without the breaking to go downstairs i would've been in bed for 15 hours, because:

i had a long dream last night:

a high school in an obscure part of sweden. empty, long school corridors, sun and windless. white painted windowless frames ran along the ground level corridor alongside grass that had no people on it. we showered before the match and my heel was amass with plasters that had to come off. i wasn't nervous about the match. it was the match that we had come to sweden to play, but it never happened. i had foolishly left my dog inside a suitcase. a small suitcase on top of a mound of sand. as i considered what to about the suitcase, there was a terrorist attack on the school (but the school was always quiet and there was no sirens or guns or anything like that). the attack was a release of gas from a silver coke bottle. we were quarantined within the school and an effect of the gas seemed to supress any talking because there was no talking for the rest of the dream. our faces all went very red from the gas. there was a mexican there. and my dad was there and his face was very red too. my face was especially red because i had been lying on my arms which made my blood pump out of my arms and into my face.

i think that when i eventually die it will be because i suffocate myself in a dream.

it's 2007, happy new years.