tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93572482011-12-29T22:04:39.713+01:00 Sleeping with Winona RyderA dream diaryEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.comBlogger2461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-37097048852320557242011-10-30T12:45:00.004+01:002011-10-30T12:46:01.861+01:00BorrellLast night I dream I'd just eaten half a kebab and i was late for class at college. It was nearly 1pm and the classroom was unusually crowded. I sat on one of the last rows, nearer the door. I didn't know most of the people there [most of those I saw are the ones that I know or imagine to be still in college]. I learned that the reason for the massive attendance was that there was no class, but aEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-24518877242272601422011-09-15T13:43:00.001+02:002011-09-15T13:43:57.674+02:00ThirdLast night i dreamt the third installment in a horror film series. I couldn't remember the name, though i knew for sure that the sequels had already lost any contact with the original.
It began with a road climbing uphill out of a slum and going through the woods. It's night. And winter. Two people are just leaving the slum now, and there is a third man quite a long way ahead. They can Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-38971016093559096932011-07-02T17:45:00.005+02:002011-07-02T18:14:54.573+02:00Marshall IslandsLast night I dreamt that the Republic of Marshall Islands comprised just 16 landmasses, the smallest being the size of rocks, just a fair swimming distance off the continental shore. I was promenading along the continent cliffs and saw the Marshall Islands down there, and thought I could reach them just by jumping off the continent edge. I stepped closer to check it was a safe drop. I guess i Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-12861704914769837862011-06-23T08:59:00.005+02:002011-06-23T09:27:26.436+02:00SistersLast night I dreamt i came back home (i. e., to my gf's house) after having overslept. I think i had closed my eyes in a bus stop after a party night before going to a matinée, and turned out to fall asleep. [Which is what was happening in real life, being due to wake up in a few minutes after having not slept at all.]When I came back home, she was not there, of course, but her sisters were in Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-53491536437329785382011-06-21T11:29:00.002+02:002011-06-21T11:46:47.994+02:00MinotaurLast night I dreamt a cop entering a windowless room, and either killing everybody in it or finding the corpses. There are iron pillars holding some kind of monkeybars above. Yhe cop counts the pillars around, and only afterwards he begins climbing.Before he reaches the top, the minotaur drops on him.The creature has roughly human head and body, so i don't know whence the name. It is blind, so itEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-12691125282227284862011-03-31T11:50:00.003+02:002011-03-31T12:24:53.127+02:00Air surfersLast night I dreamt a movie. It was a classic drama with Steven Spielberg involved in it. Today, i think Aronofsky would like the idea.The main character is a little kid; lives alone with his single mother and twin brother in a bucolic town in Northern California with a dense population of crows--they probably can smell the looming tragedy. The kids' best friend and possible reason for male Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-47392952448211906852011-03-13T13:16:00.004+01:002011-03-13T13:41:58.599+01:00Aaron InvasionLast night I dreamt I visited Heaven.The main character in the story is a boy named Aaron Invasion. He lives with his mum, a widow. A man from social services or the government tells them they'll have to move to a new place.The new place is a small American town where boys and girls dream of becoming astronauts. There is a church (more like a very big trailer) where the locals worship things fromEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-90824391531822550632011-02-11T00:52:00.004+01:002011-02-11T01:41:52.728+01:00Religion (an obvious metaphor of social exclusion)Last night I dreamt Xavi belonged to a... [I hesitate here. I'd write 'sect' or 'cult', though that might be my skepticism doing the phrasing. Maybe the closest word is 'religion' or 'church'. I'll go with 'church'.]...church. He never told me straight. This is how I found out: Albert came by our desks one day and he commented he'd seen Xavi in the meetings. Xavi was all like, "oh, where you Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-89212443074082524032011-01-31T13:24:00.004+01:002011-01-31T13:42:11.067+01:00PalauLast night I dreamt I visited the island nation of Palau, in the Pacific. I remember luxury hotels and spa pools. Natives were olive-skinned, wore suits and were extra-kind. I told them I was just checking the country before deciding where to spend my vacation in May.Blue taxis drove around the main square in the capital. I was told cars were not really needed, for everything in the island is Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-87423711566258178852010-11-27T07:34:00.003+01:002011-08-02T17:52:19.226+02:00Architecture in GironaLast night I dreamt i had a job. In front of a computer, at a very small desk. C worked just a few rows ahead. And a döppleganger of C too. We used to play Buffy the Vampire Slayer during recess. With Buffy and Angel playing themselves. After recess, having been fighting foes and everything, I was shirtless and i guess people stared at me. C. seemed amused. I was beginning to trust i'd gain one Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-39585150539172609682010-09-29T12:38:00.003+02:002010-09-29T13:09:09.096+02:00UbikLast night I dreamt i drove Doc's Delorean. In a videogame of some sort. Anyway, all i had to do was press 'up' to accelerate to squinting speed, hovering over the rest of the cars in the road, up a loop-shaped Golden Gate, and press Caps Lock when i was upside down at the top. And flash!, i traveled in time.My destination point was somewhen in Barcelona. I cannot precise the time. I quickly Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-13843194805897073622010-06-01T07:26:00.010+02:002010-06-25T20:11:54.681+02:00Look, it was just a dream and it felt too good in the morning not to give out names and everythingLast night I dreamt i was at one of the renowned yearly dinners of El Jueves magazine with all my fellow cartoonists, and i was sitting with some old men i didn't care about and had eaten way, WAY too much and was ordering a last can of olives (our table was half-deserted already), when i suddenly remembered that among our rare female guests this year we had my admired, my beloved, my personal Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-32419407471637756182010-05-18T09:24:00.004+02:002010-06-01T07:50:43.477+02:00SongLast night I dreamt I was attending a family meeting, and left for good. As i stood downstairs in Mallorca Street, waiting for a cab, i heard someone singing behind me. I turned and faced a big, aquamarine-eyed lady whom i'd seen upstairs. She's an old friend of the family — the family singer, i'd say, for she's a famous pop balladeer. She carries some bags and a suitcase — she's leaving too. SheEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-16865155171091385212010-05-03T20:14:00.003+02:002010-05-18T10:10:20.197+02:00DetentionLast night I dreamt i helped L. set a trap for someone. Details are fuzzy, and it wasn't my war anyway; i was just looking forward to her approval. There was someone she didn't like at all at school/work (it had elements of both; come to think of it, the place where we set the trap was my courtyard) and she planted explosives somewhere for them to trod on or otherwise activate. We never meant to Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-6143567325839452522010-04-25T12:23:00.002+02:002010-04-25T12:24:28.975+02:00Ryder, who is presently pregnant, said...Last night I dreamt myself reading that.Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-39213579886021277802010-04-17T11:45:00.006+02:002010-04-25T12:29:39.805+02:00House's on fireLast night I dreamt i was walking home at dusk through Vidreres' suburbs, when suddenly i decided to run. Just for sport. I had arranged to meet Guille the next day to go running together, and i felt like practising. So i ran along the lonely road, feeling more and more confident about my stamina, and then I started to jump on and off the sidewalk over the rail, to run cross-country, to hop a Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-13168068304501867302010-04-05T19:22:00.003+02:002010-04-05T19:29:35.925+02:00CableLast night I dreamt i was riding a cable car like those in San Francisco, and awkwardly struggling to get my ticket validated from a machine, when some passenger fell off the back of the car and died.Then i had to get off and walk for a while; we sat at the tables outside a cafe. All tables were grouped together and people shared their pastries with the strangers next to them. I heard a cute Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-60490222856315383842010-03-10T05:34:00.003+01:002010-03-10T05:49:05.745+01:00Puking guyLast night I dreamt (it's still that night, actually) that due to one of those oneiric clichés i had got to work in my pyjamas, and i had no pants on.There are usually clothes available at work, but there were none today. Actually, our company had just moved to a new building--an old, dark apartment building. Our reception girl could not really help me, having to look after sthe guy visiting us, Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-44671355574072716692010-02-24T23:33:00.002+01:002010-02-24T23:41:51.601+01:00Winter Olympics in LibyaLast night I dreamt that this year's winter olympics were being held in Libya (or some other muslim country in the area). At work, we planned to write and perform a sketch on this, relating the games to Islamic terrorism. The only issue was that none of us could play a terrorist, because [in the dream] showing any muslim person was taboo, just as it is to depict Muhammad. Finally, i found the wayEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-88993135333856090092010-01-17T11:04:00.006+01:002010-02-05T00:57:03.308+01:00Best plot device I've ever dreamtLast night I dreamt a zombie movie. Not just movie dreaming; i was watching it on TV. At some point, i was inside the movie too, but when it got too scary, i just chose to wake up.From Resident Evil 2 - Apocalypse. BTW, this movie must feature some of the least-inspired dialogues ever. All characters have zero charisma. Except for Sienna Miller in the first minute. Until she speaks.I thought it Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-3994142564725879562010-01-10T21:53:00.001+01:002010-01-11T22:19:19.725+01:00RoomLast night I dreamt i lived somewhere else. It was a shared apartment. Or a shared house, i think there were stairs. Only one room actually belonged to me. It was quite modest, a little decadent, but it looked cozy and warm under the sunlight and i liked it a lot. [Even more than my modern-looking flat.] The room was narrow and long, with a sloped ceiling. The yellowish paint was coming off the Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-26682532913214713762009-12-06T11:29:00.004+01:002009-12-06T11:43:48.503+01:00IberiansLast night I dreamt i had to take a very important class on the Iberian tribes. This being an old subject taught in sixth degree, we were forced to go back to school. I found some of my old friends (Marc, Alex); some of them were now embarrassed adults; others were still behaving like kids. We soon were over the adult gossip and felt all like children again. We were in the old school library (theEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-82104430037527533732009-11-20T19:45:00.005+01:002009-11-20T20:11:49.292+01:00LoveLast night I dreamt I sat with some friends, and L., and some of her friends, around the same table. There were several conversations engaged, but of course, i was most interested on what she had to say. She and a girlfriend of hers were discussing something about drugs or a highly alcoholic cocktail; the other girl was too embarrassed to continue, but on my request, L. shared the recipe. (She Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-67547180281789473302009-11-17T04:24:00.005+01:002009-11-17T12:45:33.053+01:00FamosaLast night I dreamt i finally went out with Anna. Night had fallen, i had guided her through the northern neighborhood to some summit, we were enjoying the view and it was time to have some dinner. We took the first street downhill. There was a garbage truck near; buildings were old like churches in villages. I asked her what her real name was, and she said it was "Famosa". I asked her family Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-80802976701625109082009-11-08T15:13:00.002+01:002009-11-08T15:20:14.464+01:00Red and blueLast night I dreamt I got killed. The hero in the dream was another guy, one who was investigating a series of murders in my campus. Actually, only one person had been killed so far, but the case resembled a series of four murders committed long ago. I was the second victim in this second series. I had something to tell the hero and so he tried to take me into a safe place so i could tell him; i Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-27233826848601782332009-10-31T21:11:00.002+01:002009-11-20T19:22:40.525+01:00CVENCALast night I dreamt i was traveling up a river through a city. I think i was helping illegal immigrants into Barcelona. We were not on a boat exactly; perhaps we were aboard a motor raft, but there were so many of us (black kids mostly, but also a cute girl, i seem to remember) that the raft was invisible below the surface. If i tried to sit or kneel on it, the water level would almost reach my Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-3239185468460725792009-10-03T02:14:00.003+02:002009-10-03T02:20:39.320+02:00LincolnLast night I dreamt i was taking a history exam, and the teacher [N.G., from college—one whose famous tests consisted of one single question] simply asked "in which airport was president Lincoln murdered". He gave two options; i think one was something like "Heatherfield", and the other was "The Old Acton". I didn't know. Someone whispered to me it was Heatherfield.Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-80957249389695952372009-09-29T09:54:00.002+02:002009-09-29T10:16:03.641+02:00BurntLast night I dreamt we were having a terrible fire season in Vidreres. Yesterday we had one fire at home. It nearly killed two maids. These fire victims are burnt to the bone, paralyzed, apparently dead, but still blinking. We had our burnt maids lying on stretchers, strapped on, out in the porch.Today, our neighbor, R., was almost killed by another fire. His son sends us for the ingredients of aEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-12286251455250859222009-09-02T09:58:00.005+02:002009-09-02T12:41:18.453+02:00Tobacco spidersLast night i dreamt a new species of Arachnids.Tobacco spiders are bone-white in color, with darker reddish brown stripes on the legs. Males are not bigger than 5 cm in legspan; females may range from 10 to 15 cm. They are frequent in tobacco drying barns, hence the name.Tobacco spiders may be kept as pets, much like silkworms. A male and female must be kept together in a closed box with no lightEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-31024661029062548742009-08-31T09:26:00.000+02:002009-08-31T21:42:19.405+02:00They are all your childrenLast night I dreamt some movie scenes. [When i woke up (by accidentally pulling the bedside lamp to fall on my head while asleep), i was going through this scene by the second time. And i had gone through several others in the previous pass.]Photo by jarsyl.A man who has just lost his job is walking past a mall in the middle of the night, when he is somehow lured inside. He enters, then reaches aEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-57697041448446879232009-08-30T17:34:00.002+02:002009-08-30T17:51:35.910+02:00OceanicaLast night I dreamt a series of scenes where i was near Claudia in some way, but she either ignored or despised me, and i didn't do much to be nice to her either, although deep within me all i wanted was to get some attention from her. The closest i was to her was in one scene in my room in Vidreres. There was four of us. She had just joined us and i was quitting what i was doing so that we couldEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-16467468988944945702009-08-15T12:26:00.006+02:002009-08-15T12:42:36.835+02:00BaixadorLast night I dreamt i was ascending to Vallvidrera on foot up the north side of Collserola, not the south side, where Barcelona lies.After climbing for quite long, i reached a building in the middle of the woods which seemed to be the Catalan railroad unstaffed station of Vallvidrera on this side of the mountain. It looked just like in the picture — a large, brown brick building with three phone Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-54380433013837039182009-08-06T12:26:00.002+02:002009-08-06T13:02:33.644+02:00PearLast night I dreamt i left home in the afternoon for a long walk. Somewhere i got a text message from a friend of mine about the guy he was chasing. [In real life, this friend is a journalist currently tracking down a fugitive prosecuted for tax evasion or something.] Later i entered what seemed to be a basement or a warehouse. I found L. and a guy playing a one-on-one handball match in a narrow Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-18439953392952581212009-07-11T11:15:00.007+02:002009-07-11T20:27:44.780+02:00Wonder WomanLast night I dreamt i was walking through the Parc del Guinardó after having seen my parents in their neighborhood. I climbed up some stairs and looked for some place to sit when i reached the top. Right in front of me, four people, three of them white-haired, were sitting on a rock under the sun. A little on the left, Marta and her boyfriend were sitting on a step in the middle of the road. He Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-3539271240498527412009-07-09T00:20:00.003+02:002009-07-09T00:38:40.600+02:00Dog biteLast night I dreamt a dog bit me. I had to go to work very early in the morning [this was true], and as i ran out of my house in Vidreres and down the street, a black dog chased me and bit my leg. A mosso (= Catalan policeman) shot it down. And then decapitated it, for some reason.Worried about getting to work on time, i had to go to the doctor to get my leg cured. The doctor was actually the Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-25764460810498239412009-07-05T12:10:00.003+02:002009-07-05T12:22:35.388+02:00Ego papersLast night I dreamt that El Jueves (the magazine i work for) had made some deal with F. C. Barcelona, aiming for mutual collaboration. One morning the whole staff are ordered to go to the club's offices and become members. I don't know where to go, so i follow the others. We just walk in circles on the street for a while, until we disperse. There is a yawning black dog lying on a car, and someoneEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-34784120820588902332009-07-03T21:47:00.004+02:002009-07-06T00:35:00.422+02:00Brussels IILast night I dreamt i was in my house in Vidreres, quite bored, so i went out for a walk. Two blocks east down my own street i saw the sea. It was a bright day and the horizon was spiked with sails. Only Vidreres is supposed to be surrounded by hills, like six miles inland. Then i seemed to remember that either the land had been blown away to create a bay, or the sea-level had been willingly Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-43755762116701781722009-07-01T21:36:00.001+02:002009-07-03T22:02:26.498+02:00Has-beenLast night I dreamt Anna and Clàudia sitting at the table on front, cuddling. L. would turn up from time to time and replace one of them as she was leaving for work. They worked on airplanes, but surely not as flight attendants. Perhaps as flight technicians.Later i was walking down the street with Xavi and we saw a poster of Lloll's show to commemorate her 25 years on stage, named simply "25". Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-47669279651340947992009-06-16T06:14:00.004+02:002009-06-16T06:45:04.468+02:00Northwest corner of my known worldLast night I dreamt somebody told me about Veranda Street—an hypothetic road that would connect the city of Barcelona to the sea on the east side. [Note: in Barcelona, sea lies on the south, not the east.] I see Veranda Street as a long, straight road on a gigantic map. Somehow i stand on the map, move along Veranda St. in a traveling sequence backwards, reach downtown, then continue surfing the Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-89499591132501833842009-05-31T16:31:00.005+02:002009-05-31T22:17:41.490+02:00ArchitectLast night I dreamt about college. By the end of the dream, we had just finished a collective piece of work and the whole party went to celebrate having lunch together. Our party leader was Jordi S. I was happy because Clàudia was coming too; we had been working separately but I would have the chance to spend some time with her now.Next scene is lunch. We're not all together; it's like some of usEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-78735722210860602062009-05-19T04:23:00.006+02:002009-05-20T21:25:26.616+02:00Closer to Peter PanNote: this dream summarizes (and somehow pays for) my recent journey to San Francisco, from which I landed back on Barcelona two nights ago. On the first night i slept off my jet lag for six hours, with no dreams. On the second night i dreamt this and woke up in only two hours, feeling nicely rested and refreshed.Photo by me :)I am walking through North Beach, SF, CA. Actually, I'm combing the Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-66681714735726224072009-05-02T11:56:00.003+02:002009-06-03T17:28:51.537+02:00OhoLast night I dreamt a thriller. I played the good guy, i guess. My (reluctant) menthor was an old Japanese expert, sort of a Professor Miyagi of crime. I think his name was something like Oho. In a locked room in his house he used to hide his longest-kept secret, the one mystery he couldn't solve: that of a possessed child he couldn't cure. I only saw him once, lying on a bed with his hands tied Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-59884952313754416212009-04-26T16:14:00.003+02:002009-04-26T16:31:39.764+02:00LiberiaLast night I dreamt Guille and i were visiting some country in Africa. We decided to take a peek at the neighboring republic, the much more unstable Liberia.We walked along a dusty paved road through the woods until we reached the Liberian border. This was just a banner hanging above the road from two poles, guarded by an enormous, rusty tank. However, we did trespass without nobody noticing. AndEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-69815419843677423042009-04-01T16:20:00.003+02:002009-04-26T16:36:36.670+02:00NepalLast night I dreamt i was attending a screening of a movie by L. or somebody around her. As usual everytime i see movies in dreams, we don't just sit and watch a screen, but move through the different filming locations and see the action live (although it has been previously recorded for us... Dreams, you know). I'm happy to check that, against my predictions, L. herself is among the audience. I Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-13429452113888595112009-03-29T13:39:00.008+02:002009-03-31T18:32:33.449+02:00Watchmen-ishLast night I dreamt an adventure story. It was not textbook movie dreaming because i did take part in most of the sequences, although my role and the rest of the characters bore no resemblance to anything in the reality. Action took place in New York or somewhere in the USA.The evil lord reminds me of Larry Drake as the bad guy in Darkman. I'm one of the good guys, working as a mole, very close Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-78642898200519280362009-03-28T12:10:00.003+01:002009-03-29T14:42:17.750+02:00CairoPhoto by dwightfriesen.Last night I dreamt with the city of Cairo (strongly influenced by Tomb Raider), where most of us folks were partying. It felt as though i could zap through different dreams on a similar set, and only the characters changed. I stayed in one where Claudia had joined us, walking down a sandy street. The other two people in the group were Jordi and some guy from school who wasEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-4999517760778158182009-03-05T15:38:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:49:58.834+01:00Film classLast night I dreamt with L. I had my first moment alone with her in the elevator, on our way to late night film class. The school was actually an apartment block and the elevator was my pantry room in Vidreres. We chatted for the first time as she played some videogame on her cell phone. I remember she despised our teacher by calling her, and i quote, "basura minimal" (minimal piece of garbage). Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-23548452697078962012009-03-02T04:41:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.804+01:00The death of Sarah Michelle Gellar's sick sisterLast night I dreamt something with Sarah Michelle Gellar in it, and at some point in the story there was the usual flashback.As everybody knows, Sarah has got not only one younger brother / younger obnoxious sister, but also a twin sister who always felt cast aside because she was not the chosen. (I am not talking about Buffy here; it's more as though every character that Sarah Michelle Gellar Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-59649877847000880782009-02-19T22:50:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:49:58.840+01:00Date droughtLast night I dreamt i was on Via Augusta near Ganduxer, en route to the cinema. But as i turned south on the last corner i saw the comic store in front of the theater and i decided to browse around for a while. The street was very steep and I tripped and almost tumbled down some stuff on display by the door. The clerk grumbled something at me. He didn't like me. I entered the store apologizing. Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-86408628092546918092009-02-03T23:10:00.003+01:002009-03-11T21:50:18.796+01:00ShotsLast night I dreamt with M. Some M. One i haven't seen in six years. She was sitting on some kind of hospital gurney (not six years ago—in the dream), listening to music on her earphones. The moment i saw her, i knew she wasn't real. But i started shooting pictures at her nonetheless. I wanted the pictures because i knew i couldn't get anything else from her; if i tried to touch her, she'd vanishEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-667414081921669732009-01-26T16:18:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:50:08.341+01:002006Last night I dreamt i got up in the morning and found my boss waiting by my door. He tells me how he searched for a script I wrote a year ago and found i had not introduced any of the corrections we agreed on. I remember what he's talking about, and he's right—I didn't correct the script because it was one year old already and I thought no one would care. I promise i'll fix it right away. About Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-39983146760314456192009-01-06T12:37:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.829+01:00“Say something—the cops are watching!”Last night I dreamt a book with the Spanish title Di algo, que el detective nos está mirando. It was a collection of short, somewhat humorous crime stories. I can't remember the author, although i did read his name; i also read the first story in the book, but i can't remember the plot. I do remember there were three characters: a man, a woman and a criminal or a cop. This third character tells Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-70478168064289507112008-12-21T11:40:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:49:58.846+01:00CakePhoto by lomokittyLast night I dreamt i received a completely unexpected and utterly joyful text message from L. Her name appeared on my cell phone screen, though her number was not the one i expected (i have it, but i have never used it). This number started with "6W4". The message said something like this (can't remember it verbatim):If you want to find out what bad taste is, you should try Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-64198908370393696512008-12-14T23:42:00.002+01:002009-03-11T21:47:44.492+01:00HighLast night I dreamt i could teleport. [This might be inspired by the Nightcrawler character from the second film in the X-men series, which i watched just prior to going to bed.] I used this power to sneak into someone's house and go through their stuff. I wasn't doing this of my own will, i was commissioned by someone. Can't remember who. Can't remember what i was looking for, but i didn't find Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-80522911776452712462008-12-08T18:07:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:49:58.852+01:00Her houseLast night I dreamt with L.'s house several times. In the dream, her house was just a few blocks away from mine, but the scenery kept changing between Barcelona and Vidreres. She shared the house with a few friends. In some of the dreams i had met them already, and i had even sneaked inside the house once.In the last dream, already in the morning, I was finally moving in with them. I don't recallEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-18478560979725703272008-12-06T11:26:00.003+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.858+01:00El Jueves ResidenceNOTE: Today's entry is in Spanish because... why not?Esta noche he soñado que acababa de pasar mi primera noche en la Residencia El Jueves.La Residencia El Jueves es una especie de redacción alternativa de la revista, habilitada para que los trabajadores coman, duerman y vivan allí mismo. Abarca varias plantas, unas dedicadas al ocio y otras al trabajo. No he visto las segundas. Las primeras no Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-78027203377238075792008-12-02T09:28:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.866+01:00KillLast night I dreamt i was in the back seat of a car. Ruth was sitting by my right and Albert from work was on front. I didn't know the people on my left and on the wheel. The car was traveling along the main road through a coast village (maybe Lloret). On the trunk of the car before us (not in the trunk, on the trunk), there was two men lying on their stomachs and an African man on top with his Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-82490263814231840302008-11-30T14:40:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.872+01:00EarwigLast night I dreamt i was lying on a sofa and saw an earwig by my head. I tried to touch it.I woke up very suddenly, as if slapped by a shockwave that pushed me into real life in a second. I still don't know what happened. Photo by "The Bjornar Identity".Later on, I dreamt i was sitting with some other people around the dining room table in Vidreres, but we were not eating. I was supposed to Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-84814483792000559662008-11-19T22:54:00.005+01:002009-03-12T21:04:04.553+01:00Night terrorLast night I dreamt someone was in my bedroom. I could see my room in the dark and the glowing crack of the door as though i were sleeping with my eyes open. [Only later in the night I noticed some very slight differences between my bedroom and its image in the dream.] Suddenly, i seem to hear a whisper. And a shadow swiftly runs by my door in complete silence. Horrified, i understand someone hasEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-12039194255850890342008-10-29T01:35:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.884+01:00SWWR: The Morning AfterThe following text resumes the account of facts started one year ago about the novel Dormir amb Winona Ryder ('Sleeping with Winona Ryder') by Edgar Cantero.Cover to the first edition.Dormir amb Winona Ryder appeared in Catalan bookstores on November 22nd 2007—roughly three years after the creation of this site. And that's when everything began to go to shit.DecadenceFor a start, during the Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-54392884371781292942008-10-17T02:08:00.002+02:002009-03-12T21:36:49.613+01:00El nexe entre el sexe II: At the River's SourceLast night I dreamt i was in Vidreres, attending some family reunion. We were in the garden. It was a gloomy Friday, around two o'clock. Cris came to fetch me, wearing a tight white dress. I told her i was supposed to leave with Ceres, who would come for me at any moment now; Cris seemed jealous and planned to stay on the sidewalk and shoot pictures at Ceres when she came by. Suddenly, I doubt Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-51107384628234086042008-09-29T15:38:00.005+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.902+01:00Damned judgesLast night I dreamt Ceres came to fetch me in her car. She wanted to show me some places where she used to come years ago; now those places have been long abandoned and threatened by construction companies. She drove through labyrinthian hills with scattered ruins, most of the time swerving off the road so i could see her favorite spots closely, though passing them at incredible speed. Every now Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-51235008956565577642008-09-28T12:30:00.005+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.908+01:00NafiaLast night I dreamt I had to take my final exam. The subject was arts and literature, and the only question in the exam was "The nafia".In the dream, nafia is a synonym for waistcoat. So i assume that i'm expected to write the story of this particular piece of clothing during the early modern era and its influence on the bohemian arts. I haven't studied such topics, but nobody around looks betterEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-27832001806095266612008-09-11T11:40:00.004+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.918+01:00Undead WoodsLast night I dreamt about zombies. [This is almost banal, considering i am in the middle of writing my first pulp zombie novella. And having so much fun.]The dream focused on us, the living; i can't remember if the undead were real or just a rumor outside. We lived in a small group of huts, deep in the woods, seven of us. Three boys, three girls and me. Among the boys there must be at least one Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-60254831361178001612008-09-01T09:28:00.003+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.932+01:00CarLast night I dreamt some movie dreaming. Long sequence thriller film with some Cloverfield elements. It doesn't make as much sense as it seemed when I first woke up, so i'm trying to reconstruct it to the best of my capacity without changing any of my subconscious' material. It's a harsh winter night. Some guy gets in a car. Not HIS car. Maybe it's parked in a drive-in theater; the guy is just Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-21800448486888828402008-08-10T11:21:00.004+02:002009-03-11T21:49:58.859+01:00Walk him to his own funeralAgain, i dreamt this during my first REM sleep. I seem to recall that my last thought before i fell asleep was "I haven't posted anything on SWWR for quite a long time now".Last night I dreamt i was in a train, waiting for it to start. A very kind and extremely fat Chinese woman asks me some directions from the platform. I answer her question and she leaves. Next, Alberto comes to join me. The Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-14670373757278976552008-07-23T09:58:00.004+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.942+01:00Torrent de l'OllaLast night I dreamt i had a video recorded on my cell phone of a lightning storm over Barcelona. It was taken in some high point in Gràcia and clearly showed several lightning falling all on the same spot down south, in downtown (much like in a scene from War of the Worlds). I clearly relived that moment and somehow i projected myself or i threw myself down Torrent de l'Olla Street, heading southEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-30325975745296594962008-07-09T09:47:00.006+02:002009-03-11T21:51:28.534+01:00BasketballLast night I dreamt i was told by my college mates that physical education was no longer an optional subject since our teacher Imma had decided to spend the hour playing basketball games. So i had to go to the gym again, an activity which i thought i'd got rid of for good in college. I was wrong. Same old gym, same court, same teacher. Imma was in charge of finding some skilled teams to play Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-56631619292072068612008-06-08T11:28:00.008+02:002009-03-11T21:50:08.349+01:00How to fight lonelinessNote: This dream I had between 3 and 5 AM, during last night's first REM sleep. I literally jumped out of the bed for my notebook to write it. Not only it seemed extraordinary in its narrative, but it also describes my present situation with a bitterness i would have never dared to put on paper. Despite how tragic it sounds, I consider the final scene a happy ending. The moral i find in the storyEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-23549521074746991932008-05-20T17:02:00.004+02:002009-03-11T21:49:58.864+01:00Monologue à deuxLast night I dreamt the company I work for organized a talent festival. The event takes place in a vast square, one the size of a whole block, where the company's building used to be. Employees are gathered in large groups performing their shows all over the square, all at the same time. Passers-by make our audience. It's a massive show, like a rock festival. People from my university, both Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-36740652411376561702008-05-12T13:55:00.003+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.960+01:00Zombie ParkLast night I dreamt a zombie movie. Once again.As usual, I forgot most of the plot, but a lot of characters were involved. The infection breaks out in a small residential housing estate, and soon takes over the whole neighborhood. Its source is unknown. For some reason I dreamt first how it spread, and only later I found out who got it first. There's a barbeque or some cocktail party going on in Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-73315421949364456552008-05-11T20:19:00.004+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.964+01:00PornLast night I dreamt i worked as a professional packager. One day, a hot chick (she sounded hot on the phone) orders a special air-mail package for six. She means she needs a special box to hide six people in it, probably for people-contraband purposes. I get down to work right off.Next scene takes place on a tropical beach. The compartment is ready. The six girls who will travel in it, all six Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-82364094769104958332008-04-13T15:09:00.004+02:002009-03-12T21:34:50.840+01:00AttainmentLast night I dreamt i was in New York or San Francisco. It felt much like my first visit (to NY, that is), having nothing to do but wandering around with a light backpack on my shoulder. Only this time I had met Winona Ryder and we got on well with each other. I don't know how it happened. I know we were chatting like good friends and even joshed about her cleptomania. I escorted her into some Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-57400937703588755652008-04-06T12:27:00.006+02:002009-03-11T21:46:54.972+01:00FloresLast night I dreamt i was back in college. It was september and i had forgotten to take the exam for some art subject; that meant i would have to stay for a sixth year. Since i haven't been there for two or three years, there was hardly anyone left from my promotion that i could talk to: just a boy and a girl who i didn't really like that much, but i preferred talking to them than having to face Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-5080354664816663952008-03-26T09:26:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.976+01:00Teach the republicansLast night I dreamt a small town in Southern US, in the tropical woods of Florida or Missouri. On a damp mountain slope overlooking the village, a teenager complains that his parents sent him to a military summer camp so that he could experience how life in the battlefield was like. He had had a really bad time. Maybe I played the role of this teenager; a veteran friend of his, played by Denzel Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-16941325051375144922008-03-22T10:35:00.003+01:002009-03-11T23:39:20.493+01:00Los Miserables: The BookLast night I dreamt we, Los Miserables, the gang behind the greatest fanzine of its time, released our own book.What I read was not a finished book anyway; i think it was a test edition that Alberto undertook to convince me that the project was feasible. Maybe he wrote just one fifth or one tenth of the text, but he compiled a volume as thick as the finished work was supposed to be (i guess he Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-66212014893320913472008-03-09T14:00:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:46:54.986+01:00Lost in the woodsLast night I dreamt a movie dream. A group of trekkers were lost in the mountains while traveling uphill across the woods. They were supposed to set off from a basecamp and reach a faraway viewpoint atop the mountain; there was a road, but maybe their car broke down and they found themselves in the middle of nowhere. Moisture and dusk extolled the green color on the trees while mitigating the Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-26057996171425984432008-03-01T13:06:00.006+01:002009-03-11T21:50:29.094+01:00Sant JoanLast night I dreamt my company was throwing a party in the Passeig de Sant Joan, a famous boulevard in Barcelona. Night was falling; we were playing basketball along the northernmost section of the street. Rather than my co-workers, it was my friends from high school that were around. After the match, the party dispersed. A pretty redhead girl was sitting on a rail, and an old friend from high Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-13102158479729312542008-02-24T12:48:00.005+01:002009-03-11T21:49:02.668+01:00Alexander Jodorowsky Soulitz, SSSLast night I dreamt i was in Vidreres with Guille, Jordi and their troupe of hooligans from the telecomunication engineering faculty. It was late in the night, most of us were pissed and suddenly we decided to pay a long postponed visit to Alexander Jodorowsky Soulitz. In the gang's private wikia, a compendium of their inner jokes and obscure nerd cultural references, Alexander Jodorowsky is Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-63068568526950211052008-02-18T18:04:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:51:48.006+01:00LunchLast night i dreamt i was in a bar with Nuria and Jordi. Ruth turned up later, and i introduced each other as "Jordi the Handsome guy", "Nuria the Beautiful Girl" and "Ruth, Not an Ugly Chick Either" (or similar). I do consider them all some of the most good-looking people around me.In the next scene, i was having lunch in the editorial office. Everybody was eating in their seats, instead of Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-52493999789367430542008-01-30T09:23:00.002+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.009+01:00HyperspaceLast night i dreamt about hyperspace.Actually, i think i was movie-dreaming a TV series involving a man trapped in hyperspace. How he got there, i do not know. I think he reached it from within an office building in NY, and in the third episode, for the first time, he was able to walk out into the street in this brave new world.Hyperspace is basically a four-dimensional space, as opposite to our Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-20819746914182171872008-01-27T13:31:00.001+01:002009-03-12T21:35:59.050+01:00DiscaëlLast night I dreamt someone talked to us about Discaël. I can't remember the situation; we were either watching or following a parade down a street, in Barcelona or somewhere else in Catalonia. Maybe Ruth or Jordi or somebody else was with me. A total stranger, resembling a fat cigar-smoking Spaniard wearing a Panama hat, said that this parade had run around the whole country (he meant Catalonia)Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-35371383580397844462008-01-24T09:46:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.021+01:00EggsLast night i dreamt i dropped some eggs in a flask full of hot tab water, and as they broke open, each one released an aborted diminute chicken who gasped for a second and died almost instantly. Sordid.We were at my office. I complained to my boss Maikel that the eggs had all come out bad. He took the flask and called Logistics.In the dream, one of my colleagues was played by Joe Morton.Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-71092649529410000842008-01-11T16:18:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.033+01:00House: WLCLast night I dreamt with Dr. House. All i remember from this episode is House leaving the hospital for a patient's home, likely in order to search for clues. It is not clear that the patient is actually in the hospital, and Dr. Wilson warns him on his way out: "Beware! She suffers from WLC!" —to which House mutters disdainfully, "yeah yeah yeah...", as he walks on his cane towards the exit.Next Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-41372445055765697212007-12-30T10:52:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:49:02.684+01:00Carlös' 'Pope must be killed'Last night I dreamt one of the longest uninterrupted sequences i remember. Somehow my dream was a natural continuation for my wake: i went to bed at 5 AM after shutting down a few pubs in Gràcia with friends Alberto, Jordi, Javi and Pitiflí, and after i fell asleep, my subconscious grabbed the reins of the party and guided us for the rest of the night.In the dream, we were still in Barcelona, butEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-54559957229002946712007-12-23T12:15:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:50:29.098+01:00ArtistsLast night I dreamt with M.B. [again, for a long time]. I was back in university for a visit to our faculty's magazine staff. They have been publishing my drawings for a long time, and apparently she was responsible for coloring them. She took avail of the opportunity to ask me how i liked some of the pictures. As she browsed through the papers on her desk —more like a drawing board, actually— i Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-92004825608026085152007-12-06T10:34:00.004+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.076+01:00Nequo vitaLast night I dreamt i was sick. First thing i can recall is being on a bus without a ticket and seeing the inspector climb on. The bus had stopped for no reason in the middle of nowhere ('nowhere' being, if i'm not mistaken, somewhere up north near the Plaça de la Font Castellana). I wanted to get off while the inspector was not looking, but i had to carry too many things with me, books and Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-78334016365116938862007-11-28T14:45:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.087+01:00InfectedLast night I dreamt i had two marks on my arm. One was clearly a mosquito bite. The other one was like a crater-shaped white callus, roughly the size of a lentil. The moment i realized i had it, i found a tiny larva creeping around the orifice. I swept it off my arm. Then i looked at the wound again and saw something moving in the middle of the cavity, like another squiggly black diminute worm, Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-51667440352198340822007-11-27T09:14:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:51:28.539+01:00TricycleLast night I dreamt that my little sister was riding her tricycle (a rather big one) and Rosana and i were the passengers. We all were on for quite a long excursion, starting in Vidreres and ending in some other old village, through narrow dirt tracks. I remember wide plains and low trees, maybe yews; grass and leaves looked more brownish or golden-hued than green. I think Rosana was lying on a Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-78523272179226366992007-11-25T11:00:00.002+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.099+01:00MaroonedLast night I dreamt with Lost. [I've never seen a single episode of Lost, but it didn't feel much more absurd than the actual plotlines.]There was a cute blond guy who looked like the hero of the series, a dark haired woman in a red dress, a priest and a fat dude on a wheelchair. I either was none of these or chose to be any of them.We had recently discovered a new secret on the island: a button Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-5776161316207677442007-10-30T22:20:00.002+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.103+01:00CoulrophobiaLast night I dreamt with my nightmare nemesis.I guess every one has a nightmare nemesis. A rival, somebody or something that we only face in dreams from time to time, mostly resulting in our nth defeat. They mean nothing. These are not regrettable events of our past chasing us around, nor bad memories fighting their way out of the oblivion were we confined them. These are not our fault; we don't Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-86623730571551930762007-10-29T02:29:00.001+01:002009-03-11T21:46:55.108+01:00SWWR: The NovelOn January 1st 2006 I quitted my job and became officially a bohemian. My plan was to subsist for some months drawing and writing short stories for small contests to pay rent and three meals a day. Soon the first verdicts urged me to cut down to two meals. I was happy about my new situation, and nonetheless, a certain uncertainty made me hold on to the few things that gave me security and comfortEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-49027388324924627042007-10-28T09:46:00.001+01:002009-03-12T21:35:59.058+01:00Power of the wolfPhoto by Kevin in Canada.Last night I dreamt quite a complex story. Most of it didn't make much sense, but i recall a scene which did. It happened soon after we discovered that our host was actually the bad guy — some kind of religious fanatic whose rule of terror had his fellowmen living in fear. The scene is a flashback, and concerns the villain's henchman, i. e. our enemy, only that what we Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-39431399994298420572007-10-21T11:27:00.001+02:002009-03-11T21:46:55.134+01:00AblazePhoto by mdj.Last night I dreamt a train. For some reason, it stopped. Three company employees, a couple of my friends and i jumped off. A storm was forming above us. Another train that was coming right behind us had to stop too. The mechanics opened its hood and started to work on the engine, as though it were a car that won't start. Me and my friend sat on some platform; the other one was Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-73272489675962644432007-10-14T16:07:00.001+02:002009-03-11T21:47:27.994+01:00BooksPhoto by diminuta.Last night I dreamt i stole five books. The crime scene was a fnac store in Barcelona, and my mitigating factor was unpremeditation. I found a special sale of old books, where i picked up a book i wrote myself and a copy of Los Miserables' last issue. I had collected three other books; i kept them all in my backpack. Two people were looking after the special sale stall, but i Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-5668121718170287472007-09-30T13:01:00.003+02:002009-03-11T21:46:55.166+01:00Beach apartmentPhoto by Spondicious.Last night I dreamt with an apartment my family owned by the sea. [We never owned such thing. At first, the dream reminded me of an old story i had conceived and never written. As time goes on, i grow more and more convinced that there was no previous idea. The dream conceived it all by itself. However, it's one of those mischievous dreams that fool you into fake memories, Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-90327558489539216782007-09-29T16:04:00.002+02:002009-03-11T21:49:21.278+01:00InaiLast night I dreamt about the dogs i know from the park and their owners.I finally befriended one of the dogs, a huge mastiff who most often just growls at me angrily; this time, it came running and jumped on me, its front legs reaching my shoulders. I grabbed his legs and we played staggering dancers for a while. It was just as tall as me.Its owner came to talk to me soon afterwards. We were in Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-43396975312040603992007-09-29T01:24:00.002+02:002009-03-11T21:46:55.185+01:00SharkLast night I dreamt that a shark almost bit my left foot off. I had to swim accross some kind of saltwater dam, between one concrete platform and another. I am sure it was the sea, though it looked amazingly clear and transparent for the Mediterranean. I could clearly some fish beneath me. I saw the shark as well, a silver-colored specimen about three feet long. He didn't look too fearsome, Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-91454872541474576242007-09-22T13:48:00.001+02:002009-03-11T21:50:29.103+01:00'She's passing'Last night I dreamt, once again, that i was back in school. The crowded classroom made it look like highschool, though my friends and the subject contents were those of college. As i do every time i find myself in a class, i kept thinking that i was way behind in my studies and that i really should commit myself to them more deeply. I didn't even recognize the teacher — i thought i had never seenEdgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9357248.post-43537555941697971622007-09-10T21:54:00.000+02:002009-03-11T21:46:55.202+01:00Untitled story on a wallNote: The following entry is translated from a Spanish original first published on a wall at the Frederica Montseny park in the neighborhood of Guinardó, Barcelona. The links in the text are geographic tips about the city.I am a punk-posing Coke-drinking backpacker and headphoner. Every Wednesday i have a chicken sandwich for lunch in a cafeteria at the World Trade Center Barcelona. The first Edgar Canterohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697239427485974642noreply@blogger.com0