I had a new voice message on my mobile phone. It was the doctor from Berlin, he had finally come back to me after I had sent him the photos and scans of my body some days before. The voice message said “Please get back to me immediately. I have something very important to tell you. You are going to die very soon.”
I freaked out.
My mind was assaulted with a thousand different thoughts. What would I to do? No one can fight death! I was screwed!! Who would I break the news to first? All the studying, working, planning … all for nothing?? Is this it?!? Fuck fuck fuck!! I felt like I was losing my mind. My head felt heavy.
I tried to get a grip on myself. I decided to call up the German doctor for an explanation. I dialled his number and waited for what seemed like an eternity until the doctor picked up the phone. “Oh hello it’s you hehee!” he said in his annoying German accent. “Don’t vorry about the message ya?, I vas lying. You are not going to die. I lied so that I keep you on edge ya? so that you call me up immediately! hehehee” I breathed a sigh of relief and my head felt lighter.
He continued: “However I do have something very important to tell you. Come to Berlin at once so that ve can talk." He started giving me directions for his house. I took out a map of Berlin and tried to find his house on the map … which I did. It was in a square in the east side of the city. The square contained some gardens and in the middle of the gardens stood a monument very much similar to Nelson’s column in London.
I decided to fly to Berlin that very day to meet up with the doctor. This meant skipping the classes for Mathematical Methods III (given by my former fifth form Math teacher whose name I can’t remember). I bought a plane ticket to Berlin for 260 EUR.
I went to my hotel (to pack my bags?). It was a posh five-star hotel but once I stepped inside through the main entrance the words “lack of taste” immediately sprang into mind. The décor was a kitsch monstrosity from the 80s on the theme of mint, gold and pearl. The lobby was very spacious with no ceiling so that if you looked above you could see the hotel’s roof way up high. The lobby’s perimeter was in the shape of a moon. Right in the middle of this crescent was the lift. There were also four identical narrow ladders, two on each side of the lift, hanging from the very top floor of the hotel. Thus one had the option of either using the lift or the ladders.
The ladders were made up of two thick ropes joined together by wooden rungs. Each rung had four faces. On the front side of each rung there was the word “NODE” written in big black bold font while on the top side there were the words “THIS IS NOT A NODE” in the same font. I then realised that the ladders were actually an art exhibition with a pro-abortion message. In fact the whole hotel was run on a pro-abortionist policy (whatever that means). The rungs on the ladder alluded to the fact that something can or cannot be a node depending on your perspective (I still haven’t worked out what relevance that might have to the moral issues concerning the topic of abortion but in my dream I knew that the whole thing was a pro-abortion exhibition).
My room was on the second floor so I reckoned that I could use one of the ladders. I started to climb up one of the ladders but it proved to be much more difficult than I had expected. As I was climbing up past the first floor, the ladder snapped and I fell on the first floor. As I was getting up I saw my parents driving up to the first floor (there was a car passageway as well) in their Peugeot 309. They asked me if I was OK and I said that I was fine. My parents had done medical checkups as well. They had the results but I didn’t know what they were. They didn’t seem very cheerful and the air was heavy with melancholy.
the endI freaked out.
My mind was assaulted with a thousand different thoughts. What would I to do? No one can fight death! I was screwed!! Who would I break the news to first? All the studying, working, planning … all for nothing?? Is this it?!? Fuck fuck fuck!! I felt like I was losing my mind. My head felt heavy.
I tried to get a grip on myself. I decided to call up the German doctor for an explanation. I dialled his number and waited for what seemed like an eternity until the doctor picked up the phone. “Oh hello it’s you hehee!” he said in his annoying German accent. “Don’t vorry about the message ya?, I vas lying. You are not going to die. I lied so that I keep you on edge ya? so that you call me up immediately! hehehee” I breathed a sigh of relief and my head felt lighter.
He continued: “However I do have something very important to tell you. Come to Berlin at once so that ve can talk." He started giving me directions for his house. I took out a map of Berlin and tried to find his house on the map … which I did. It was in a square in the east side of the city. The square contained some gardens and in the middle of the gardens stood a monument very much similar to Nelson’s column in London.
I decided to fly to Berlin that very day to meet up with the doctor. This meant skipping the classes for Mathematical Methods III (given by my former fifth form Math teacher whose name I can’t remember). I bought a plane ticket to Berlin for 260 EUR.
I went to my hotel (to pack my bags?). It was a posh five-star hotel but once I stepped inside through the main entrance the words “lack of taste” immediately sprang into mind. The décor was a kitsch monstrosity from the 80s on the theme of mint, gold and pearl. The lobby was very spacious with no ceiling so that if you looked above you could see the hotel’s roof way up high. The lobby’s perimeter was in the shape of a moon. Right in the middle of this crescent was the lift. There were also four identical narrow ladders, two on each side of the lift, hanging from the very top floor of the hotel. Thus one had the option of either using the lift or the ladders.
The ladders were made up of two thick ropes joined together by wooden rungs. Each rung had four faces. On the front side of each rung there was the word “NODE” written in big black bold font while on the top side there were the words “THIS IS NOT A NODE” in the same font. I then realised that the ladders were actually an art exhibition with a pro-abortion message. In fact the whole hotel was run on a pro-abortionist policy (whatever that means). The rungs on the ladder alluded to the fact that something can or cannot be a node depending on your perspective (I still haven’t worked out what relevance that might have to the moral issues concerning the topic of abortion but in my dream I knew that the whole thing was a pro-abortion exhibition).
My room was on the second floor so I reckoned that I could use one of the ladders. I started to climb up one of the ladders but it proved to be much more difficult than I had expected. As I was climbing up past the first floor, the ladder snapped and I fell on the first floor. As I was getting up I saw my parents driving up to the first floor (there was a car passageway as well) in their Peugeot 309. They asked me if I was OK and I said that I was fine. My parents had done medical checkups as well. They had the results but I didn’t know what they were. They didn’t seem very cheerful and the air was heavy with melancholy.
Dreamt on the night of 05.03.2006
The night before:
Food: Spring rolls, pork dumplings & vegetable noodles.
Drink: Shiraz
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