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I remember two dream sequences from last night...
In one, I was a reporter or a photographer who worked for a
magazine. I was in some tropical country (that still had quite
Western architecture) that was controlled by some not-that-nice
political group.
Anyway, they were having some Europeans as hostages,
and I was there to see them, but of course, they didn't let me to
photograph them. They were keeping the hostages in a tent that had
been put up on a parking lot of a big building. I circled around the
tent (don't know if I entered it), and had my camera so that the lens
sticked out a bit from inside my coat.
I was slightly scared. I had a portable TV/radio receiver; in the
TV news, there were news from this particular country that some
reporters had already been deported because they had been
photographing there.
I went around the tent, scared even more when I saw two soldiers
who were guarding the tent. They paid no attention to me.
Here, I took the film from my camera and started de-spooling the
film (In broad daylight? What the hell?)
Someone was reading the Hacker Manifesto on radio.
In another dream sequence, I was skiing in Kuhmo. (Something I
remember with horror from my school years there =) I skied forward as
fast as I could, I had to get away from there. I was hoping the cold
forest would hide me from infrared cameras. Someone sent my father
skiing after me, I knew getting away would be hopeless in that case...