The Dream

"I´m not really here" is an amazing book. I read other books inbetween so I don´t finish too early this one...
Tim Allen describes having a dream from long ago childhood days again. He was in the water being chased all the time, thinking logically where to hide. Finally his power faints, he lets go and hears what the chasers really scream at him: "Come here, we wanna save you!"

I only hope my childhood dreams don´t come back to me one night.

I kept on dreaming a strange dream when I got my new loft bed at age 5. (It looked like a fire engine. I always thought I chose it because of my baby-brother but my mom says I chose it just because of myself. Anyhow.)
At night I turned into a yellow tennis-ball. Thanks to Boris Becker tennis was very poular those days. I was chased by something invisible around a soccer field. I had to go faster and faster and wasn´t able to cross the field. It was awful. I was a tennis-ball! I could see me - in detail! From a point outside my body. When my power finally faded and my heart bet really fast the dream changed - always.
Next scene I was a flower. Behind me a machine that tried to eat me. It had gigantic claws and was fully of metal. It was fast. Everything was grey in that tunnel behind me. I turned my flowery head into the direction I was running. While doing so I saw my "legs" - I was running on my roots. They were green with brown earth sticking on them and they were certainly more than two. Just like a real flower I had several.
I was on a concreate path, running. I was colored. To the right and left there was lushy green grass with other flowers who didn´t move. That world was normal.
My huge path and the world behind me with that furious machine were clearly in black and white. I could not leave that path and felt unsave also because I knew my roots won´t go through concrete. I needed to be in earth, in grass and I knew that (well, what flowers know...) I always woke up totally weird up, afraid to fall back into that dream again.

Ingo dreamed from time to time he is in a plane - alone. And he cannot read. There are the instruments and he cannot read them - and he knows that. No Instruments, no numbers, no charactes.

My dreams now are still weird but they could come true.
When Ingo is not there I often dream strangers are in my apartment. They never do me any harm. Often they are in the kitchen.
One time a man stood right beside my bed, looking down at me. I knew he was there but kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, hoping he´ll go away. He didn´t but started rocking my bed. I got so scared but couldn´t move, I couldn´t scream.
Suddenly I could - I sat straight in my bed, full of horror, heart racing.

Certainly no one was there. But now I sleep with a little light on in the night.

Dreamworld is really strange...