User:Mirjam Dissel/3rd of November 2011

I was at Witny's house, one of my best friends from high school. She was with this guy who I didn't think was good for her. I don't remember if she was my cousin or the guy she was with was my cousin. He had long brown wavy hair, always greasy and in a ponytail. Typical Dutch metal head. I didn't understand her choice, this was not the type of guy she usually would like anyway. He wasn't home this time, so I tried to convince her to leave him, I couldn't stand to see her so abused. I looked at the wooden shelves on the wall. I think everything was made of wood. All of a sudden he came in and started shouting at me, his threatening posture forcing me to leave.

It was dark and I drove away in the car with my hamster. We went from my parents street to the mall. A little bit later on some big street someone else was in the car as well, she held another hamster exactly like Bobby, and then another one popped up when we came closer to the mall. Of course with them I didn't have the same connection that I have with Bobby. I didn't trust them with shoplifting either, so I let bobby in the shopping mall. It worked well, the people in the mall were screaming because of the little rodent. I was a bit worried that Bobby would get squished.

I was at the top of a staircase, there were glass windows everywhere. I remember a dream about going to the Primark, which was gigantic, but having to crawl through transparent tunnels to get there. I could overlook everything from the height of the tunnels. I think I bought a dress, light pink perhaps. Anyway, some important people were passing on the hallway, going down on the stairs and a very important woman passed. I think she was about 60. She looked at me with watery eyes and I walked up to her and hugged her. Security tried to stop me but she said it was okay. I said I was so sorry for her loss. I had met her and her husband before, on tv I had seen he passed away this week.

I remember another dream about living in a long house with another girl and two guys. It was a place where we both worked and slept. The boys were in the front of the house, but it was a few steps down, and had no windows. We were in the back, with windows to the back garden. There was a staircase that went up to the street level on the front, but through another apartment where another family lived. So basically we were in the basement, but it looked very nice, the walls were white, the floor was wooden, the furniture was of an expensive and timeless design. In the windowless part there were orange lights. The guys were making so much noise that we decided to give up our nice place at the windows and traded to sit in the dark hole with the orange lights. We almost never came out because we had everything over there. It made me a bit depressed.