(Google Image search “Old taxi”)

I have bean visiting this slightly kinky family who know my
parents. I have returned to my mothers place and my dad is there, he is driving
home where I’m also going. But I have decided to visit the kinky family once
more before I leave. Dad doesn’t agree, he drives of with the dogs in the boot.
I walk in to the house and my mom shows her disapproval to… I say fuck you.

I
take this taxi…. it is returning to the kinky families house. The road is in
Norway, more precisely some where around Statt. It is dark and slightly rainy,
the taxi driver who is Norwegian, he has a moustache, is driving recklessly, he
turns to me and says that he doesn’t rely know this road. I do a strained smile
and put on my seat belt. He changes gear with his right hand where there sits a
big gold ring. The car drives through the night, I initially know he has taken
a wrong turn, the car comes to a stop. It is whipping back and forth on the
edge of the mountain. I look at the taxi drives face and see fear. The taxi
flips over, it is a magnificent view, the sea is hitting violently against the
step rocks of the mountain. The taxi driver turns to me and says we are going
to die and I know it to but say a little bit later “We might be lucky.”

The taxi hits the water and we are still alive. The water
is flowing around the car. I take of my seatbelt and say that it is time to get
out of the taxi. The water floods in and we swim to the surface. The taxi
driver is thrilled he cries “we made it!” “not jet” I replay, the rocks are
step and we cant clime up them, we have to swim along the mountain side until
we find shore. And that is what we do. We do make it, but we can’t collapse her
since no one will find us we must keep on walking.

I have now ended up on my own. I find a road but it turns out to be a narrow path, I walk along it. The sun has come out. I clime over a fence. I’m looking at the nature and think
that if I could borrow a car with Erik then we would be able to get out hear
with our cameras and lights.

I come to a abandoned building, I see a sign
saying if you haven’t got a job you can come hear. It is a church made out of
stone. I find an entrance and find people singing. I’m extremely glad. “I’m
sorry to disturb you but I need some attention.” But they don’t hear me. I look
at them and they are dressed in old fashioned clothes. I go up and touch them
and my hand goes through them.

My reasoning is that they are ghosts… and if I can see
ghosts then that means that I’m dead.

Dreamed: 09.06.04