Three dreams in one night; this is about to become exhausting.. There are some breaks between the dreams because I woke up every time after each dream.
First dream takes a place in the computer lab (QUB). There are fluorescent lamps in the ceiling but one of them has lost its grating. That makes it possible for me to see the mirror inside the lamp and see images reflecting from mirror. (The mirror is there for reflecting light of the lamp back..) The lamp itself is also removed and only the shell is left so it works perfectly as a mirror.
I'm using my computer and I happened to take a look up to this lamp-mirror and I see something I shouldn't. There are about 7 other guys in the lab and from the mirror I see one of them masturbating. It's impossible to notice what he's doing if you don't look at the mirror. I have to ensure that I saw it correctly and I attempt to take a look below the tables. But it's not the same guy; there's also other guy doing handjob. I rise my sight again to the mirror and now I notice how third guy is downloading pictures of nude women into his hi-tech mobile and he's "petting" himself.
So, here we are, three guys masturbating but trying to keep it secret. One of them is more brave than others and he actually has almost undressed his pants dropping them to the knees. He tries to ejaculate but doesn't manage to. He stoops towards the table and computer building up the pace.
I don't want to interrupt. I just continue what I'm doing and occasionally looking at them from the corner of my eyes.
The second dream traces back to highschool and sports class. We are going to play ice hockey but me and couple of other guys don't have skates. However, our teacher has a spare pair but he had forgotten them outside on the ice for previous night. The skates are terribly cold; frozen. I take them anyway because I don't want to have substitute sports i.e. walking.
The last dream is situated in the army but, however, our clothing is free; not those uniforms. Me and my mate had been wandering around on our own and we know the bosses are not too happy with that. But we are not like escaping nor desperately trying to avoid to get caught and taken back to army. We are walking on the street which by an accident takes us to barracks but not those of ours. Something just drags us towards these barracks, like an inner calling or at least we have to bypass it nearby.
Soldiers in the barracks espy us and they come out after us, trying to get us back. But these are not ordinary soldiers but soldiers with giant animal costumes. All of them has dressed up a squirrel costume just like in Trigger Happy TV and instead of modern assault rifles they have muskets. The squirrels are perfectly silent. Their silence is a bit worrying. My mate has also a musket but I've got no weapons at all. There's also a car on the street and my mate stays standing next to the car. He's ready to surrender. He knows it's inevitable and he hopes to help me to escape by causing some confusion among the squirrel-soldiers. I have jumped into the ditch on the side of the road. I just keep laying there while squirrels capitulate my mate and they notice me as well. I don't make any effort to run from them but I practice some passive resistance refusing to walk with them. They have to carry me away.
Now, there are no squirrels but army recruits (again without uniforms) who consist of merely girls. (Nowadays there are women in the Finnish army but that wasn't the case when I served.) Girls try to drag me in front of the captain but I managed to get rid of them and escape. I take a short run but I know they gonna get me soon, so there's no point trying to any decisive move. They get their hands on me and I actually like the feeling how they are grapping me, all these girls (they are many). I also like their attitude, how they are so enthuasted about this thing, my escape and all the military stuff. To be honest, there's also certain amount of contempt in my feelings towards them but it just makes me more powerful and self-confident. They are so afraid of authorities but I don't give a shit.
They also realize that I feel like being better than them and they start to threaten me, saying I'll face the captain Matti Tuikka. (He was the captain of my unit IRL.) Captain Tuikka is actually present and he sees all the hassle there's going on. They put me to sit inside a car but for a second they lost their attention and I'm on my way again. And again, I'm not making the full effort. I sort of enjoy annoying them by making half assed efforts to escape. This time one of the girls produces a very nice tackle dashing on my foot rugby-style. A bit amazingly, I can quite easily keep my balance. They got me once again but now there are less girls lugging me into the car.
I know the driver. He's Mikko Siivonen, an old mate of mine from school and basketball. While they're trying to get me in (I don't really resist) there's also more trouble on the yard. One Asian guy (there are very few of them in Finland) has lost his temper and is shouting to captain. My muslim friend from Northern Ireland tries to calm the guy down but he's not very successful. My friend knows the Asian is about to get into trouble and he feels pity for him. Tuikka, the captain, walks away with a red face, full of anger. There's also one important guy visiting the barracks. This guy is very high in the ranks of the army and he's really amazed by all the fuzzing.
Meanwhile, I take a front seat in the car but there's no too much space because there's amazingly fat guy sitting on the back. Wonder how he got himself in. Mikko takes a seat beside me and is about to start driving.
We are inside the barracks and we are told to form a couple line. There's far too much people and forming the lines doesn't work out. There's even children and women among us and they seem to be essential part of the army. (As before, no one wears uniform.)
I'm feeling really bad because last time I broke off the army before I was supposed to and now I have to spend here only three months but it feels like eternity. My old not-so-good friend Jussi Helminen is there also and says: "It's good that Mattias is not here." (Actually, he means Peter Ekblad and everyone knows what he meaned. However, no one corrects him.) Jussi almost certainly tries to say that for some strange reason "Mattias" is not here even he is supposed to. My very good friend Korma (he was never in army due to diabetes) responses: "But he left the army a while ago."
Jussi is really fucked up for poor line-forming ability of the crowd: "Fuck, they can't even form a simple line." He's right about the ability but there's no need to worry. Someones try to leave their coats on the racks. More confusion. I look them coming and going, bumping each others. I feel good and I smile because I don't care.
Eventually they manage to form not-so-decent lines but sergeants let us move anyway. Jussi: "Good stuff, finally we get out of here." (He actually says "good stuff" in English even though otherwise the language used has always been Finnish.)
I slip away as no one can properly see thanks to all buzzing. I don't have any shirt but my naked upper body doesn't stop me going. Surprisingly enough, I have a bar that is used in log driving in my hands. This is like a subsitute for a gun. In the nose of the bar there's green shorts. Two other pieces of cloth I keep in my armpit. The gatekeeper stares at me and can't believe what he sees. I clumsily run past him with my bar. But it's not a bar what amazes him but my shirtless clothing. The dress code definitely doesn't match with that of the army. But this time there's no one to stop me. I'm jogging towards home and for my surprise it's really nearby.