Finger Sushi

1. Tantalized by TV

I'm in the shop, but it quite big, with many more levels, open in the middle. Light. No one is here. I am alone. I sit myself down on one of the higher levels as if I retire from something. I rest.

Maybe the same dream. Keva and Liha are here in the shop. This is a more normal representation of the shop now.

Maybe the same dream. Different area. I have to look up, but I am tantalized by the tv screens. They hang high up on the walls. You can walk beneath them, but I keep looking up. Possibly people are waiting for me now. I get distracted. There's about five screens this way, and three on the right. Dark. Place feels like a railwaystation. Lots of passage. At the same time it feels like the garage of my parents.

Again a part about the shop, or colleagues. Liha and Brva are here. They go away and I am alone again (while I'm writing this, Queen plays in the background, Bohemian Rhapsody). Brother D is here too.

2. Introducing the White Girl

At home, parents' place. In the kitchen, central point of gathering. Everyone is there. At some point Leds enters, and maybe Kula, but I'm not sure. So, now I have to introduce Leds to everyone present. She is dressed in white, it suits her, it gives her an air of purity.

Maybe the same dream. There is food too, but I only remember the cherry tomatoes. I eat one.

3. Kl

I dreamed of Kl. Light, inside, don't recall much more of the circumstances.

4. Sushi Fingers

I am in a house that looks like a warehouse, but it is secret, like underground, and feels like a place where the maffia gets together. This is actually a restaurant, only one floor. Only the people who work here are present, I feel out of place. Light, room is empty, everything is in one open space, but the kitchen part in the back, in the middle is a table, very simple, nothing else. Low ceiling.

I start to challenge someone, or someone else challenges me, maybe the chef or chief, who appears to be Asian, maybe Chinese. I stand up for myself and talk back. He threatens me with having my fingers cut to sushi. He means it. He starts to prepare, has his knif in his hand, but maybe it is someone else doing the cutting. I watch my hands and imagine my fingers to be cut to sushi and I tell him: there is not enough meat around my fingers, this will never work. And he replies that he has plenty of experience to make quality sushi out of anything and he will show it.

They have already got the chips in the deep fryer and they are ready and they put them on a long white, rectangular dish, and I am surprised by the workmanship. The chips are all the same size, the size of my fingers. I slightly start to feel worried. If he can do that... That is where the dream ends.