Dream theater

I’ve had a few peculiar dreams lately. I really can’t remember many of them, but I know I’ve had some. One day I want to be able to connect a wire to my head and record all my dreams. Of course, this would kill the movie industry, sine you’ll record block buster movies starring yourself every night, but, hey, you win some, others lose some. Anyway, I remember one dream I had last night. It was about the pain-in-the-butt-project (at least the last week I worked with it) I had the last semester at the university. It’s been about a month now since I handed it in - actually, it was a month yesterday - and I should get to know my grade soon. The grade is rather important, since it’s a whole semester’s worth of work and a bad grade could seriously influence my grade average.

And last night I dreamt that I got my grade. I had a meeting with the external examiner - the guy who actually grades my project, my supervisor has nothing to do with that. Of some very strange reason this external examiner was Klas’ and Tomas’ father, Lars Åke. He is a dentist, so I guess it’s a little strange that he grades computer science projects at a university, but I really didn’t think much about it at the time. Another weird thing was that he was talking Norwegian, which he really doesn’t, since he is from Sweden and all. And to top it off, he gave me a D. A fucking D! What’s that all about, eh? So, I went straight to my supervisor to check if I could complaint against the grade, but he just said that there was no use - my project just sucked. Period.

Ah, well, thank you very much, ass-holes!

After that I dreamt that I had a good time with a girl I know. I guess you catch my drift. So I won’t spill the beans. I sure would like to have recorder that one, though!

And while we’re talking about good looking women, ‘cause, yeah, she is good looking: Our friends over at Cali es Cali is continuously updating their galleries and I have to admit that I’ve had a look or two at the pictures. For those of you who don’t have the time to visit right now, I’ve posted a small preview below.

Cali es Cali


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