K-Blog

I grew up in the countryside. As in a place with < 2000 inhabitants. Our house was the last house (on our side of the road ) before the fields meet the forest at the horizon. In front of the house were more fields and a long winding gravel "road" known as "hundevejen", where people would walk their dogs. "Hundevejen" was also our playground. I remember bike-racing there, parking the bikes at the side of the road to stop at a little bunker, where we whispered in hushed voices about dead men coming back to haunt the place. The bunker was basically just a concrete cube with no lid, always filled with black, stagnant water, but it was easy to imagine drowning there and pretending to see white bones poking out of the water. I can't remember what games we played but I remember lowering myself into the concrete hole once, heart hammering. I think it was a dare. Anyway; I'm digressing here. Thing is. I remember the feeling of this "Hundevej...

I dreamt (amongst other things) that my bicycle and my purse was stolen. Even though I tend to understand my dreams pretty well (I practise) I looked it up on dreammoods.com. It says (and confirm what i thought : Theft: To dream that you are (sic) a victim of theft, indicates that others are wasting your time and stealing energy and ideas. Perhaps you feel robbed in some way. Purse: To dream that you lost your purse, denotes loss of power and control of possessions. It also suggests that you may have lost touch with your real identity. Interesting huh ?

that I plucked seed pods out of my younger brothers hair. Have I been giving him an idea of my reality that isn't right ? Hope those pods won't germ in his head. Don't worry and stay cool bro...I am!

I had a wonderful evening yesterday night, it was a long time i didn't see my godmother. We had dinner indeed at Montecristo, the grilled calamari stuffed with buffalo mozzarella and the Greek catalana of scampi and shrimps. I even discovered a Sicilian Chardonnay (Fina; note to self) that may match that of Planeta. Incredible. We spoke about her work (she's a tourist guide, she bring Danish people to Italy and Italian ones to Denmark ) and even agreed to get together and *do* something. We spoke about my godfather who was very ill recently, but is getting very well very fast. We both got slightly tipsy and i didn't get to bed before two. And there I went dreaming just when I thought I didn't need it. I dreamt I was at my place with a few friends, chatting and laughing. The door opens and in comes the sister of my ex, with her boyfriend and her uncle (they all lived together in a huge house while I was with my ex). She says "what are you doing here?" - and tha...