The Snake And The Owl

It was a tourist attraction, a maze of underground bunkers that had been inactive since the war. (I don’t know which war or where these bunkers were) I was walking around this maze of bunkers with a group of tourists. At one point we stumbled upon a television set that was showing a war movie. The movie was just about to start. I left the group to get closer to the monitor.

In the opening credits of the movie the words “PLATOON” and “BONBONS” came up. The word “BONBONS” was written in pink and it was split over two lines like this:

BON
BONS

“Platoon” and “Bonbons” were the names of two other famous war movies.

The opening shot of the movie was set in an underground room that looked like a prison cell. It had four white walls. There was a small bed with a small barred window above it. Opposite the bed was an iron door. In this room there was a mother and her child, a random man, a tough-looking commando and an owl. The commando had a big green bag. He was emptying the bag’s contents. The very last item was a big rattlesnake.

I suddenly found myself in the room that I was seeing on the monitor. I was in the movie but it all felt real. The first thought that popped into my head was that the snake and the owl weren’t going to be friends. At that moment, the snake started chasing the owl around the room. The snake was moving fast around the people’s legs. It's body was longer than the perimeter of the room and it was slithering over its own body.

At this point, the people became very scared. There was a lot of commotion in the room. The commando decided to take control of the situation by picking up the snake from the tail and pulling it out of the room. This took a lot of time and effort from the commando due to the size and weight of the snake. When the commando finally managed to carry the snake out through iron door, he went after the owl which was flying around the room. The owl was as scared as the people.

In no time, the commando caught the owl and tied its legs together with some string. He then put the owl between a pair of headphones with very big ear pieces so that it couldn’t move. He gave me the owl and told me to hold it for him while he went to look for his snake outside of the room. I took the piece of string that was holding the owl’s legs and tied it to another piece of string that was hanging from the ceiling of the room.

The owl didn’t move. It was hanging upside down from a string, motionless. After a few minutes of looking at the owl I decided to let it free again. I untied the piece of string and removed the headphones. As soon as I took off the headphones the owl came back to life and flew away. But as I removed the headphones hot, yellow liquid dropped from out of the headphone’s ear pieces. It was owl vomit. It had a terrible smell which made me want to throw up. (it made me want to throw up both in the dream and in real life, which caused me to wake up in the middle of the night).

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Dreamt on the night of 11.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Chicken burger and chips.
Drink: Beechams.

The Amplifier

… he had very big glasses and he believed that graphic designers were the evil force of the internet. He was pudgy and he wore an ugly yellow shirt. His hair was parted at the side and he kept a pen in the front pocket of his shirt. This guy was following me around wherever I went …

… I was trying to organize a party on the roof of my house in Malta. The roof had a beach on it. There was an amplifier with four ¼ inch jack outputs. Two of these outputs went into normal speakers while the other two outputs were to be connected to a “batch” of speakers each. I had never seen such a setup before …

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Dreamt on the night of 08.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Fusilli with cream, smoked salmon and onions.
Drink: Tea and still water.

Blind

... I was on a balcony with my friend Jan. The balcony was made of limestone. The sun was very bright. There was a balcony next to us and there were two other people there ...

... I was walking in Valletta with Jan. We walked around the busy streets for ages. We came to the Valletta bus station when suddenly my vision went all crazy. The colours were inverted and the outlines of the objects and people before me became thicker. Then my vision started flickering and I realised that I was loosing my sense of sight. I was going blind. I started to panic. I felt immense fear and I started grasping for the people around me, asking for help.
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Dreamt on the night of 07.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Spagetti with fennel, tomatoes, garlic and chillies.
Drink: Still water.

The Orcs

I returned to Malta and decided to visit my previous work place (a local IT company). I went into the building to greet my old workmates. The place was very bright ...

... I was in bar full of prostitutes. Most of the people looked very drunk and sleazy. One of the prostitutes was tall and blonde and she wore a skimpy black dress. She seemed to be in her late thirties and she had a tan. Everyone was queuing up for her ...

... I was in a school for humans run by orcs. The orcs looked horrible. They were very ill-tempered and very strict on the human pupils. I was scared ...

... I was in some underground laboratory. It was a hiding place for a resistance group I was part of. The place was dark, dirty and rusty. Someone walked in with a dead body. It was the blonde prostitute from the bar. The orcs had got her. She had two big cuts, one on each leg. Her body was badly bruised and scarred. There were also burns on some parts of her body. You could see that she had died a very painful death …

... I was running away from the orcs with two other members of the underground resistance group. We reached the airport; it was bursting with clinical, white light. We ran past the people in the airport towards the ticket booth. The place was very busy. We finally arrived at the ticket booth. We wanted to buy three airplane tickets to get out of the country. Meanwhile, the orcs had entered the airport. They were gaining ground on us. I could feel that they were very close. We were all very scared. I realized that I didn't have any money on me. I pleaded with one of my friends to lend me £129 for my ticket.

The orcs were very close to us so we decided to hide. We got behind the ticket booth and acted as clerks. One of my friends sat down behind a desk, picked up a phone and started talking to an imaginary workmate. My other friend and I stood in front of him, trying to act as casual as possible. I turned round and I saw two orcs looking for us. I felt petrified.

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Dreamt on the night of 04.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Toast with turkey ham and butter. Nachos and roasted peanuts.
Drink: Still water.

The Angry Supermodel

It was morning. The supermodel was tall and olive-skinned. She was very skinny, verging on the ugly, had long thin legs and sported a big afro. She was wearing white. We were heading back to her boyfriend's place. We arrived at her tenement building, went up two storeys and came to her apartment door.

She went in first and I followed into a sitting room where Guzè Stagno, the famous Maltese writer, was sitting. He was her boyfriend. The supermodel went into the bedroom and came back all red in the face. She was very angry at Guzè. I looked inside the bedroom and there was a man sleeping in bed. Guzè Stagno had slept with another man behind his girlfriend's back. The man in bed had scruffy hair. He had a three-day stubble and wore thick, dark-rimmed glasses. He looked like an indie geek.

The supermodel was set on making the indie geek suffer for sleeping with her man. There was a synthesizer in the next room. She switched the synth on and connected a pair of headphones with a very long cable. She set up the synth so that each key would have a different sound effect - one would have the sound of birds singing, another the sound of a door shutting, another the sound of a ringing phone, another the sound of a train, etc.

The angry supermodel took the headphones into the bedroom and put them on the sleeping indie geek's head. The indie geek was starting to wake up but the supermodel told him, in a sweet voice, that she just wanted him to listen to a little tune she had written for him. The indie kid was still half asleep and he muttered "yeah sure" back to her. The supermodel looked at me and motioned me to play all the keys at once. I stepped on the sustain pedal and hit all the keys as hard as I could.

A sudden rush of white noise travelled from the synth through the headphones into the indie geek's head. The effect was devastating. The loud noise made him jump out of bed and go into violent spasms. He was twisting and turning and shouting like a madman. Unknowingly, he was moving backwards towards an open window

The indie geek pushed himself over the ledge of the window and fell through the window into the street below. I rushed to the window and saw him falling. He fell on his back. I was quite sure that he was dead. I recognized the street as the one in Mġarr where I used to live.

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Dreamt on the night of 03.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Tortellini followed by a variety of party food such as bruschetta, crisps, nachos and nuts.
Drink: Several cans of Stella Artois and Carlsberg. Punch.

Rome

I was in Rome. There was Veronique as well. We were walking among big, magnificent buildings. At some point I came into a big square surrounded by enormous buildings and structures. One building in particular was so tall that one felt dizzy just by looking at the very top of it. You could almost see clouds forming at that topmost part of this building. It was a strange-looking building. The walls were made up of triangular white shapes.

I realized that this building was in fact a hotel. To be precise, it was the Roman Hilton. I was very curious to know how it looked from inside so I made my way into the hotel through the main entrance. As soon as I stepped inside a dark, young man started calling me from outside. He was ordering me to get back outside. I tried to ignore him and walked on inside. The place was incredibly busy. People were walking in all directions. Everyone was minding his own business. The dark man finally reached me and told me that I wasn't allowed inside the hotel. He asked me to leave. I realized that he was a hotel security officer.

The security guy accompanied me outside. When we got to the main door we met up with some other security officers. I realized that I had lost Veronique. I struck up a conversation with the security guy on Rome and its buildings. I asked him questions on the buildings surrounding the square, their purpose, when they were built, etc... The security guy seemed more then happy to answer my questions. He pointed at one building in the square (opposite to the hotel) and he said that that building was the football stadium. I looked towards were he was pointing and sure enough there it was. An enormous football stadium in the square (I hadn't noticed it before).

When I looked at the football stadium I could make out people hanging onto the high walls of the stadium. They looked very tiny from were I was standing. These small people were coming in and out of holes in the stadium's walls. The looked like worms, wriggling in and out of a huge apple. Some of these people were throwing balls off from these high walls. It all looked very dangerous and reckless.

I asked the security guy about these people and he told me that they were the "White Ultras", a club of hardcore Milan fans. I was told not to interfere with them as they were known to be very dangerous. I tried to continue talking to the security guy as he seemed to be a very interesting fellow but by then he was deep in conversation with another officer so I didn't bother. I walked back to my apartment, alone.

I went into my apartment. The apartment looked like one of those Gozo farmhouses that most Maltese usually rent in the summer weekends. I went to bed. As I was in bed I heard shouting coming from outside. I walked out of my room and into the corridor. I opened a window and looked out into the street. There was group of young kids, White Ultras. They were harassing another kid who was leaning out of a window in the apartment right next to mine. The kids from outside had gotten hold of him and they were pulling at him, shouting at him.

At some point a fat kid walked up to the window. The kid in the window started punching and scratching this fat kid. The fat kid just stood there saying stuff like "Don't mess with me kid ... you don't wanna mess with me ... you'll regret it!". The kid in the window seemed very angry at these kids. I was very curious to know the story behind all this. The fat kid was still standing there, getting beaten up by the kid in the window, as if he was trying to prove that the kid in the window was nothing to him, that his punches were harmless. I started to feel sorry for the kid in the window and I was afraid that he was gonna get himself into some serious trouble.

As I was witnessing this scene from my window I realised that I wasn't alone in my apartment. At the other end of the corridor there was George looking out from another window. George is a guy from Mġarr who is a couple of years older than me. I used to play football with him when we were kids but we haven't spoken to each other in years. We weren't exactly friends and we often used to fight. I asked him how he had got inside the apartment and he calmly replied that he just opened the front door and came in. I told him that he couldn't do that and that he has to knock before coming in to my apartment.

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Dreamt on the night of 02.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Rice with mixed vegetables.
Drink: Still water.

Elephant

I was in a public place with Veronique (girlfriend) and some other people whom I didn't know. It looked like an alcove in some big building. There were two girls in the same alcove as ours. One of them was blonde. Both looked like my age. I didn't know who they were. They stumbled upon a pair of Ver's panties and were very much amused by it. They were black panties with an image of an elephant in front. I asked Ver if it was OK for the girls to look at it and play around with it and she said that she wasn't fussed.

At one point I was hugging Ver from behind. At that point, the blonde girl hugged me from behind. I was locked in between Ver and this blonde girl whom I didn't know. I felt very awkward and I was starting to dread the moment I had got myself into this place.

Suddenly the lights went out and a movie started showing on a big screen in front of us. The place changed into a sort of cinema. There was a big group of people watching the movie and we were at the back of this group. The film was an animated feature film by some famous "alt" director (like David Lynch). It was all drawn in old-Disney style (think Bambi). One scene involved a small elephant on a lawn in front of a dog kennel. He was wearing a small hat and he was playing around with various trinkets using his trunk. Little elves were dancing around in front of him. The scene was very bright and it conveyed a feeling of happiness yet there was something disturbing about it.

At that point I noticed that most of my friends were there, including Anita. I could see her in the dark next to Ver. She walked up to us and said that our group was ordered to leave the premises by the ushers since we were making too much noise. My group of friends started walking out of the cinema. I realized that the cinema was actually a bus. The film was being shown in a big, yellow bus which was driving through Edinburgh near the sea on a cliff. Ver and all my friends left the bus but I was still there. I was taking my time in putting on my jacket and scarf. I was looking under the seats to make sure that I didn't leave anything behind.

One of the ushers shouted at me from the other end of the crowd (bus) to get out of the bus. I beckoned him beside me and told him in a quiet and composed voice that he shouldn't shout like that since there were people who were trying to watch a movie. Then I told him that I was just picking up my stuff and that I was on my way out. He exclaimed that the bus had already arrived in Bread Street and I was still on the bus.

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Dreamt on the night of 01.12.2005

The night before:
Food: Penne with fennel, tomatoes and onions. Lemon chicken with roast potatoes.
Drink: Several glasses of Chardonnay and Sauvignon Blanc.