The dream was weird.

I was sitting on a high hill. It looked like hills do in the south, tiny trees, lots of dried grass, lots of sand. I was sitting there, on a parking lot that was right beside the mountain wall and there was a huge drop underneath it. I was waiting for someone. I had been sitting there quite long already. Eventually I started geting down the mountain side and ended up in a town. It was a weird town, the streets were above the appartement blocks the town was made of. The streets were partly the roofs of the houses and partle bridges that went from houses to houses.

I walked to some roof that was right beside the mountain and he was already with me. I had met him a bit earlier, and we both were quite confused. For some reason we were meant to find each other attractive but we didn't. We were trying to act as if we did, though. So we kissed. It wasn't a good kiss (I have quite a limited experience on kisses but it was). I was afraid I'd do everything wrong and he was tiny for some reason. (A lot of people in my dreams are tiny.) I was afraid I'd literally crush him.
Well, eventually we gave up on it.

He was smaller than I was and blue, somehow. Everytime I looked at him, he looked light blue. I think it might have been the clothes he was wearing. Anyway, he was an inch shorter than I was so I shrunk to his level easy enough (I kept thinking it was good that he wasn't shorter because in that case it would've been much harder for me to shrink myself). He was also thinner than I was. I tried to joke about me having broader shoulders but he obviously didn't think it was funny. I got the impression he was very annoyed with me, disapproving everything I did.

We continued walking on the roofs and the bridges. We were talking about something but I can't remember about what anymore. We ended up in a kitchen and then he disappeared. The next thing I know I was talking to him on the phone and trying to give him my cell phone number. It didn't work out 'cos for some reason I couldn't remember what the number was and I couldn't remember if he should use a country codde (he was calling me from another country at this point). On top of that the phone line was terrible and I could hardly hear what he said, let alone understand it. He got angry at me because I couldn't tell him fast enough which number to call.

There was cook in the kitchen but he wouldn't help me, he just carried a 2x4 around and talked about making dinner. I ended up giving him a pretty weird combination of numbers (which definetely isn't my real cell phone number).

I quit talking to him and followed the cook to another room to burry my grandmother. (she's already dead, both of them.) We were in the same room with the body and everything was white and wonderful. I felt very relieved to be there and envied my grandmother. The rest of my relatives kept coming in and we sat in a circle and the body was in the middle. The air was very bright and fresh and the situation felt like a good thing. My sister was a bit uncomfortable and so were most of the others. Eventually the body disappeared in thin air.
I understood that they had burnt her, that the bright light had been fire. They had let her soul free, or something.

At this point I was transferred to the village my granny used to live in. It was very dark and very cold and the police kept telling us we couldn't get to her house because there was too much snow. We'd get stuck.
I was with the guy whom I had kissed earlier and we were worried because we were supposed to meet some people at granny's house. The guy was somehow invisible now. I knew he was there but he wasn't in a physical sense. We dug our way through some of the snow and eventually the policeman decided he'd help us and took us a little bit closer to where we were supposed to be. His car got stuck though and we had to try to dig it from the snow.

The guy had disappeared by this point and somehow I started to fade too. At first I was just lighter and then I actually was lifted in the air because the gravitation wasn't enough to keep me on ground. I was too light for it. The last thing I remember was that I was looking through the falling snow, high up the main street of my granny's village. The falling snow was beautiful, it kept flickering under the street lights.

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