Had 2 strange dreams with a theme in common - probably related to tupper trying to find an apartment for us.
1)FedehallThe first one was especially disturbing.
I was examining an abandoned wooden housing complex in a park. It was big, kind of a resort but deserted. For some reason I played with the idea of buying it even though it was way too big and run down. Thought it might be cheap or something. The joke however was that it supposedly had belonged to Fede before, who disappeared.
I examined the broken mailbox and found a few letters and postal receipts, showing that the house now belonged to some guy who was also from Munich like me (the house was in Denmark maybe?). I was disappointed and went home by subway, reading the letters I had taken with me. There was something like a selling contract and apparently the whole complex had indeed been sold cheap because some dead guy had been found inside. After continuing reading for a while I was like - oh shit - that was probably Fede!
Kinda creepy. The abandoned forum is starting to rub off on me I guess...
2) Boat-RoadtripThe 2nd dream was much better, at least until I woke up from it.
I was driving towards the house of some friends, a middle-aged couple who resembled some professors from university. We were to go on a "Greek sailing trip" whatever that meant. The street I was driving along was lined with Greek flags and it seemed thet the "boat trip" was to take place on roads. I kept wondering how and if they'd put wheels on the boats or whatever but never reached the conclusion that it was absolute nonsense and I was dreaming. They had a big nice house which I explored and thought it must be nice to live there - see above dream.
This time the plot twist was that my (high)school crush and
partial tupper-inspiration was also there, even in convenient tupper-size and age.
But clearly not tupper who looks and acts very different. She was politely ignoring me as always, not only in reality but every fucking dream. But this was one of the better ones. We had breakfast together and being the autist I am, I constantly tried to make a good impression, being funny, without coming off as a complete creep - which of course failed tremendously - as in reality and every fucking dream. But as this was one of the better ones we still had a good time and she actually talked to me, asked me stuff like how much Nutella to put on her bread (why?) and even bumped my toes with her feet in a collegial way. That was - adorable and I was kind of sad when I woke up.
Alice was less amused and reminded me how she was much cuter, nicer and - hard to argue - saner. Also that Nutella is the works of the Devil and way too unhealthy for me to eat.
So tupper appreciation time!
Alice is of course right and I would never trade her in for anyone, imaginary or real.