That'll teach you not to bring men back from the pub.

I had crazy dreams again last night. But for once they weren't of the morbid kind, which is weird seeing as I spent some time yesterday looking at pictures of third world burials, decapitated people, people who'd shot themselves in the head (boy, those are nasty wounds), and people who'd decided to end their life by standing in front of a train. Hm... Anyhow. I didn't have dreams about this, although at some point there was a detail in one of the dreams concerning someone getting decapitated by a helicopter. In the beginning of the dream I was staying with my paternal grandparents in their house in the middle of the forrest by a lake. I can see where this come from. Wednesday night I shared a room with mindthelacuna and I made the comment that it smelt like my grandparents summer house. But anyroads, I was living there with them, and they weren't really treating me that well. I can't remember exactly why I was living there, but it was for some practical reason, like my parents had died or my grandparents house were closer to school or whatever. Then I went to school, like, the level you're at when you're 17-ish. I was there with mindthelacuna, and we both thought that after the break we'd be having a double-hour of finances and then something else. But after hanging around for a while, we realised that both those courses ended last term and that we had the rest of the afternoon off. So we went to Kulturhuset for coffee and on our way there we met our band's drummer, so he went with us. We sat down and I was the only one who wanted coffee, Drummer and Mindthelacuna were drinking something else. So I went to the counter to get my coffee, but there wasn't enough, so I had to ask for more. That's when the counter turned into the reception of a police station, and I got a job answering the emergency calls. The problem was there was no one there that I could ask for help and I didn't really know what to do. But I answered the phone best I could anyway. The first person who phoned was a girl who had brought two men back from the pub to her flat and they refused to leave. It wasn't that they were actually doing anything or bothering her in any other way than refusing to leave her home. I told her that I'd send a police car round to her house as soon as I could, although I had no idea how I'd do that. And then I told her in my politest voice that "well, that will teach you not to bring men back from the pub", and we were sort of laughing together and then we hung up. Then two people came in to my little office and started answering the phones that were now ringing hysterically, and they were being über efficient and asking loads of questions whilst at the same time getting in contact with police people to go and help all these people. And then I woke up I think. Busy night.