User:Mirjam Dissel/25th of October 2011

5 buckets of ice cream, visiting an old friend his house was completely full of laundry, having a rockabilly look: black hair with a ribbon in my hair and being full of tattoos. remembered a dream I had before about his room being completely dark and stuff. Being in a Utrecht like city, visiting a friend on a boat. She was on the boat while I was on the side sitting on a chair eating the remaining ice cream (mint coloured) with her parents. An overarching piece of sail was shielding us from the sun. I was buying something in a store and my ABN AMRO card (I'm actually with Rabobank) got hacked by a French couple. I went to the bank and got a new card. Weeks later I used my card again in a store, I had been using cash all the time in between (which is weird because I always pin, Laura is the one who always has cash and is with ABN actually..) When I used the card the pin machine asked me to activate my card and I just pressed "ok", after that I realized the names of the French couple were depicted on the picture of my card on the machine. The couple now had access to my account again and I was in big trouble.

I was a cat in a sort of game in my grandma's yard. There was a street with high walls covered in ivy, one side had something with a tail and I could pull it and then jump super high, to jump on another thing on the other side of the wall and then jump higher to collect a star. I went down a ramp to the garage but there were other cats and it was a dead end. I had to be good and earn karma points, otherwise the water in a stream would be emerald green when it defrosted and it should be normal transparent. I tried over a couple of times.

After that I was in my grandma's living room. Laura and I had tickets to New York, I forgot my passport in Rotterdam (at this point I remembered a dream about my old room in Arnhem, when I dreamed that I was moving out and the rooms were empty (also the rooms of the other people), and that I was going back later, and that there were more floors with other people I didn't know) and Laura didn't tell me we had to be at the airport at 8h15 the next morning, I hadn't packed yet and I was pissed at her for not wanting to tell me when we had to leave and now it would be too late. I remembered a dream I had about cotton candy and being in New York, walking around on a square asking people things, I was dressed up because this was my job. There was an old fat man, in the former circle ranch of my grandpa (which my grandma turned into part of her backyard after my grandpa passed away), having to deceive him. Walking from the side of the house (irrigation stuff going on where the flowers are now?!) remembering a dream about the front yard: always about being chased, guns, occupation, end of the world, trying to get away or the house being some sort of fort or headquarters.

Another part about the front yard during night, when everybody is asleep and we should be packing.