I got back yesterday evening after spending the weekend in Hälsingland, which is roughly 6 hours with car from where I live. There’s a house there which my great-grand father built which now belongs to my dad’s aunt, and we get to borrow it when we want to get away for a while. We almost always go with my family and my cousin’s family, which we did this time too, except for my uncle who couldn’t make it.
Anyway, it’s a really nice place. The house is very well preserved, and when I’m there I go through magazines from the 40ies which are still lying around, neatly stocked away in various cupboards. There was one issue from 67 which covered the change from left-sided car traffic to our current right-sided traffic, with thourough interviews with old celebrities on what they thought about suddenly having to drive on the “wrong” side of the road. There were also lots of vintage ads about smoking, talking about how all the elegant and rich people smoked Marlboro or John Silver or whatever the brand was. Classic.
The downside is that there’s no running water, so you have to go to the outhouse instead of a toilet, and you can’t shower. There’s almost no cellphone reception and definitely no Internet. There’s also a really scary looking, vintage teddy bear that I had to move because it was sitting in the room I was going to sleep in… but I didn’t have my camera with me so I couldn’t take a picture. I’m becoming rather easily frightened at night lately. Last thursday I spent the night at mom’s and slept in my little sister’s room. My sister collects porclein dolls, which I find creepy enough during the days, but it’s even worse at nights. I think she has around 10 of them. I bought the biggest one for her as a birthday gift a few years ago, it reaches my hip in hight and stands on the window sill. When you go to bed, it is positioned so you see its outline against the light seeping through the window from the street light outside. Its head is turned so it looks like it is staring at you when you’re lying the bed trying to sleep. Anyhow, mom had refurnished and placed all the dolls on the window sill next to the big doll instead of in the book case where they usually stand, so I had to sleep while being observed by 10 creepy looking dolls instead of just 1. Great.
Speaking of sleeping, I had a pretty horrible nightmare this night (and there wasn’t even any creepy dolls or teddies nearby). It went like this:
In the dream I had some drugs that I thought about taking, but ultimately decided against it because my parents would be home eventually and I didn’t want to be caught (in the dream I was still living at home). As I was walking home, I began to feel the effects of the drug, but I was confused since I thought I hadn’t taken them. My head was weird and my motor skills began to deteriorate, so when I got home, I walked into the bathroom and tried to vomit them up. As I was in the bathroom, I was interrupted by someone outside. I walked out into the hallway (this was set in my childhood home where I haven’t been in almost 10 years). A man was standing outside one of the bedrooms. In the dream, I remembered my mom mentioning to me previously that she was renting a room to one of her friends, so I asked the guy whether he was the son of this friend (which didn’t even make sense because he was too old). I don’t remember what he said, but I made some excuse to call my mom, so I took out my cell and tried to dial her number, but my fingers were too clumsy so I couldn’t hit the right buttons. The panic began to rise as I once again failed to dial correctly and the man had moved so he was standing intimidatingly close. After the third or the forth failed attempt, he took the phone from me and said “The drug is kicking in now, isn’t it?”, and then attacked me. I tried to break free, but I felt very weak from the drug. He started choking, shaking and even groping me and screaming “THE DRUG IS KICKING IN NOW, ISN’T IT??!” and “YOU’RE FEELING THE SYMPTOMS NOW!” in the dream I didn’t know whether he was real or a part of a very, very bad acid trip. I had this feeling like someone was pressing their fingers hard between my rib bones, and then I woke up. So I guess this is my subconscious telling me not to do drugs? o_0 Wish it could have told me in a more gentle way.
Anyhow, this post is a bit scattered, but things will soon be back to regular blogging-wise. I might post some photos from Hälsingland as well,- there’s some very cool things there that I haven’t written about here. I have some photos left from my trip there the previous year. Until then, don’t break too many legs. Or something.
PS. very bummed about the election here. RARRR. D: