Yet another interesting dream
At first, Tony Blair just wouldn’t leave me in peace, because he absolutely wanted to take a shower in my hallway, of all places. He just kept whining and whining about it, so I eventually let him. And, as expected, he made a big mess, and made everything, my clothes, my furniture, my carpet, all wet. I was *really* angry with him, but he just kept laughing ...!
Then, the dream changed into some kind of guerilla warfare dream. I was still in my apartment, but now, I was a member of the red guard, and myself and my comrades, among them Lenin, had positioned ourselves there. Suddenly we were attacked, and all my comrades were killed in the battle that ensued, and only myself and Lenin survived. Then, Lenin started to make some kind of trouble, and I realised that he was a spy, who had infiltrated us and betrayed our position to the enemy. I had to kill him! But he just wouldn’t die! I had to empty all that was left in the magazine of my AK-47 on him, until he finally didn’t move anymore.
Now, I once more realised what a terrible mess my whole apartment was, with dead people, blood and intestines all over the place. The guerilla war somehow drifted away, and the dream turned into something more realistic about my everyday life.
I tried to clean up a bit, with shifting success (particularly Lenin’s brain substance was very hard to get out of the carpet). I didn’t quite dare to go throw all the corpses in the trash, because someone might see me and call the police. Then, I realised that I had to go to the university. All the time during the classes, I just kept worrying about the corpses – what should I do about them ...? What if someone found out?
When I woke up, and realised that my apartment actually wasn’t filled with dead people, I was very, very relieved ...