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Όνειρο #1

First part of the dream I was in an airplane to China I think. There were several compartments in the plane and I started walking through them. Halfway I passed a really beautiful thin Chinese girl who was my friend and I said something which made her laugh. I think I didn’t have the correct ticket to be running around. Then I eventually walked on and I got into first class which looked really expensive. I saw one Chinese stewardess and a blond one and they were checking the everybody’s tickets so I just went back to my place behind the plane cause I was scared I didn’t have the right ticket. 

Second part of the dream was in America. I was supposed to meet someone in a really international restaurant (the logo was a capricorn). It was really cozy and several newspapers hung at the window. The headlines were about the openness of some cultures and countries; it said:

Australia: YES
China: NO
Africa: NO

and I got curious just cos of the headlines and I walked in there to eat. The restaurant was quite pretty, in the middle was the bar, a large rectangle and the cabins hung above the bar, it was interesting. Behind the bar was Morgan Freeman and a caucasian man, who were also reading the newspaper. I guess I ordered sushi and I looked around while the white man was preparing it. They had seaweed in different shapes and stuff laid out on the table, one of them was an elephant. Then the caucasian guy called me and said that he didn’t have a final ingredient for the sushi that I wanted (goldfish) and that I didn’t have to be bothersome about it. It was strange sushi, the plate (wasn’t really a plate, more like a tupperware jar) was made out of rice. Then I saw my friends outside who were looking for me, an asian guy and a caucasian guy and I just kept looking at them, didn’t really go outside. But I saw that they were looking around and waiting for someone. That’s where my dream ended.

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