I believe I am playing to much of the wonderful game of chess. For example, tonight I dreamt I was out in the woods a dark night. On the top of a steep hill, around some drunks there was a bookcase with lots of chess trophies and chess awards – my bookcase. This was what I have been looking for, and when I was trying to rescue the bookcase from the drunks, I heard Tim screaming for me. Scared to death (I can’t get why), I let go off the bookcase, and ran down the hill again.
After running for a while, I suddenly appered to be in Linkoping City, and met some chess buddies at a cafÃ©. I followed them home and used their shower.
This was the moment when Linnea woke me up.