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.
the end... 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.
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.
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