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[perlmonger]

I don't usually remember my dreams at all, but last night has left three fragments floating in my head:

1. I was playing football (or trunkball, as the case may be) with a miniature elephant, about the size of a large dog, in my parents' old house. ramtops was there, throwing the ball, though it was actually a smallish rock, to us. I remember us being in the hallway by the front door and living room, then in my sister Helena's old bedroom and out again.

[edit: in answer to ramtops' outrage, I clarify that the elephant and I were playing football together; not that I was using the elephant as a football :) ]

2. ramtops and I were flying in an aeroplane. I became aware that it had large picture windows, then that it was flying very low and that the nearest window was actually open. I heard a voice call a countdown that speeded up almost into a gabble over the last few numbers as the plane dropped and belly flopped into the ocean.

I could see through the window that was were maybe a mile away from land; I knew somehow that the land was a group of tropical islands. The end is somewhat blurred: there was something about getting jackets from the overhead lockers; Mac had hers, but mine got confused with someone elses.

3. We were in Finland; ramtops, an unidentified man and I were in a wooden walled room. Mac and the bloke had a spliff, it hadn't reached me yet, and Mac commented on how whizzy the blow was. I agreed, saying that I could feel it just from second-hand exposure and, indeed, then felt my awareness rise to the ceiling.

I was sitting on a bed, I think, skinning up badly - I noticed that I had ended up trying to roll a previously constructed number into a new smoke. I guess I was pretty far gone... I separated the two and Mac and I were walking down a passageway; I put a spliff in my mouth and Mac eventually managed to light it with a match - they kept going out as we walked. I was very aware at this point that this was the first thing I had smoked since giving up cigarettes 2½ years ago, but that this was pure weed so I felt OK about it.

We passed through an entrance hall outside, into a Finnish farm yardish area - painted wooden buildings, awareness of trees, the sun was shining. I had bare feet - I noticed warm earth beneath my toes. There were hippieish people wandering around, I noticed a tall woman with long blonde hair and a long skirt with a group of children by one of the buildings.

That's as much as I remember.

Thinking back, the woman at the end there reminds me of my cousin Anu, though AFAIAA she's never had children (I haven't heard anything of her for years, so who knows :).

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