I am at a party in a famous serial killer’s house. He provides everyone with free drinks by the pool. On his walls, there are large photos of torture tools and old midwifes gears. The party is full with people that I l know. They seem completely unconcerned and when I express my worries, they say that I am just stupid because he has stopped killing. They think that I have prejudices. 

I realize I'm stuck in the house and go to bed in one of the serial killer's bedrooms. When I wake up in his bed, I have electric cables under the skin of my arm wrists.

I'm at my grandmothers house, listening to my song, Luke, with Obama. He recently bought smokable gold and wants to smoke it with me under a bridge down at Långö Harbour. We have to go through several apartment and stairwells. Suddenly, Michelle is not there. I ask about her but Obama's not worried because they have a long lace between them that is attached to their waist. He pulls the lace slowly and put one finger in front of his mouth and says: "hush hush hush". Suddenly, his mouth becomes a cone that sounds: "Dodododododododo". And then I realize that's the sound of the clock alarm and wake up.

This dream is too weird and funny to forget. Laurel, as in Laurel & Hardy, had a big toe that lived much longer than himself. 75 years after his death, archeologists have discovered the living toe and shows it in media.

I'm fired due to a song I've made, that according to my boss, is not compatible with the company's grounds of values. Media starts to write about it and the song becomes a hit. In an interview with my boss she explains that it was a set up from her side and that she wanted me to get famous. She looks into the camera, nods briskly and tricky, make a thumbs up and suddenly becomes Michael Palin.

We are at the cinema to see a superhero movie. There's no one else there. Suddenly, one of the movie characters (He looks like Batman) asks us: - What do you want the picture to be named? - My friend shouts out: - "Hospital of Porn!". The Batman character nods and the movie continues.

There's a stop in the drain, the water is covering the floor. Potato shells are floating around and all my neighbors are suddenly rushing into my apartment and splashing around with their boots in the potato shell water, completely ignorant.

Why do I always dream about birds? I suddenly discover that there's a forgotten budgerigar in a bookshelf in my childhood livingroom. I realise that it hasn't been provided with food or water in years. But it's alive. I give it food and water and then it flies out of the window. Later it comes back as a human being and wants to have a serious talk with me. I apologize, cry and we sit and hold hands.

My mother comes and pick me up in a van. There are several chubby dead bodies in the back seat. An old man on a gas station snaps in the skin on the dead bodies and finds that it is of the "finest quality" and that he knows what he's talking about because he's been working with breeding himself. Later I take my friends dog to Mexico to visit my father who've just open a new  aquarium store there.  The dog just wants to lay down and die and I suddenly realize that I did not tell my friend that I have her dog and I feel much regret. 

On the way to the aquarium store I meet a lady who works on some kind of brothel. She leeds me in to a booth with the smell of sweat and dirt. She says that it's mostly men that go there and that they wish for more female visits. She says that her language is "mexican", not spanish. Then she corrects my shirt collar and I show an excessive amount of gratitude about it, even though it feels wrong. When I'm trying to get home, the highway is full of running dogs and grey corps.

This is a recurring dream that is soothing and inspiring. There is an island outside of Långö (Karlskrona, Sweden) but in the dream it is called Greenland. But it is not cold. It's a labyrinthian mountain covered in trees and I'm heading for the top. There's minimarkets with small, brown, bearlike creatures. They look like the old toys in blue pants who were puffing mini cigars. They just stand there. They represent the many paths into the woods and they have a table with purple potions. The dream forest is room tempered and I want to go into the forest but then I wake up.

I'm in a room with sand and paper on the floor and I'm sitting on a bench in front of a huge cage with a guinea pig. Suddenly two men with orange overalls rushes in and quickly replace the guinea pig with two budgerigars. The two men rush out again and at the same time a bird that seems to be a breed between an owl and a vulture comes out of the wall. It's beige and dirty. It scratches the claws in the sand on the floor and smiles at me. It's coming closer and closer and wants to cuddle. I cuddle with it and feel both disgust and bad conscience at the same time.