Tonight I had a dream. My mother was chasing me and wanted to kill me. She ran after me and throwed things at me. Larger and larger things. When she began to throw trees at me, I thought that it's better to be small, so she can't see me. But out soon found out that when I was that small, people woudn't see me, and since I was the size of a flea (which I do have some ambivalent feelings for, since they're in my bed) it was both disgusting and dangerous. (Now they wanted to kill me..) {Why do I so often dream about people chasing me?} Then I went back to normal size, and I went home to Tønsberg. But there, on Slottsfjellet, instead of the little tower, the stupid government had disided to build a castle in russian style, like the blue one on one of my first pictures. But they had of course made it norwegian-no sence of style-ugly, so parts of the castle was giant glasswindows, which, unfortunately, seems to be a must in newer architecture, and the walls was made of plastic, instead of stone. Nightmare.