Tuesday
9:23 pm
Have you dreamt something that really was interesting and you want to remember it but the instant second you wake up you forget it? I’ve had that happening a lot to me before. The dream has to really stand out from all other dreams. Last night, as my head was lying in my uber-soft pillow that could easily be flattened, I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I was in Wal-mart with my mom looking around. I wasn’t quite sure why we were there but we were there. Then I suddenly saw this airplane. I’m not sure if it was a real plane or toy plane but I flew it. Again, not sure if I flew it from the inside or by remote-control... it was weird. Then we get a call from my friend. She called to ask if we would help her set up a farewell party for her mother. We agreed and it’s really a blur after that. I’ll just fast-forward to what I remember next. The next thing I can remember is that it was night time. We were just pulling up to the place of the farewell party and saw my friend standing outside the parking lot. I got out , walked up to her and noticed she was sad. Possibly crying. I asked what was wrong and she said that too much money had been spent on the party and she went negative. She asked for help there and I agreed to help her. Then that was it. Nothing more happened. My mom woke up and, it seemed like instinct, I quickly woke up, followed shortly by my sister. After getting up straight, it felt like adrenaline flowing through your body. Like you were ready or something. It was as if we were waiting for our mom to wake up and when she did, we’d try to make it seem we woke up at the same time. Calmly yet quickly, I put on my socks, put my boots on and tied my laces tightly as I liked it. I took my shirt and put it on. Grabbed every little thing that could fit into my pocket; my usb flash drives, my pack of Listerine breath strips, my MP3 player and headphones, and my wallet. I then traversed down the squeaky, uneven, wooden, steep stairs that gave you this paranoid feeling that you’re waking up the other inhabitants on the other floors. Kinda like that thing where you’re trying to sneak around a house but it has wooden floors and every step you take seems like it’s coming out of a boom box at its max volume level. I always think that during the night time where everyone is sleeping, things that make sound are very loud. From the TV, to the PC, to the microwave beeping “You’re food is ready” seems loud enough to wake the entire house and probably even the next door neighbours. Just before the last flight of stairs to the main floor, the perfect distraction is set before my eyes. A CAT! It was trying to avoid me by continuing upwards before I was trying to call it and got its attention. I therefore pet it and it seemed to like it. I’ve always wondered, I’m so good with cats yet I’ve also got a thing for dogs. I finally reach the main floor and I just have a couple of short flights of stairs left to the breakfast hall when suddenly, another distraction is laid upon me. It too crawled on all fours but this time, moving down those accursed wooden, squeaky, uneven floors. A BABY.......and his dad. Apparently, his dad was trying to teach him how to get down the stairs by himself and when he noticed me, he just smiled and chuckled...kinda nervously. I don’t know why, but I just stood there for maybe 2 minutes watching that baby, watching me, watching him, watching me, watc...yeah you get it. Whenever babies look at me, they always have this face that tells me that my face looks interesting to them. Now, they react in 2 different ways when encountering me. One, they see and they smile which ultimately leads to laughing, or Two, they just look at me with a dumbstruck face wondering “what the hell is this creature?” I don’t know what that happens. Maybe I’ve just got this thing where babies just see me as an interesting object. Anyways, I quickly realized that I had just been standing there for awhile watching this kid like as if I’m some kind of freak. So I tried to make my way past the baby and his dad as fast as I could. Once I finally arrived to the breakfast area, I grabbed the usual breakfast since day one. 3 buns, a couple of butter bars, a couple slices of cheese, some of that turkey ham ( I really don’t know what that crap was but it tasted good), and a glass of some of their lovely orange juice that I really fancy. But like I have mentioned before, the glass was way too small for me to consume large volume of “OJ”. I just finished eating and our mom joins us for breakfast. It was 7:59 am when I set my alarm to 9:00 am to remind us of our train departing at 9:28 am. My mom told me to get the keys to the secured lockers which our large and heavy baggage were in and get them out. So I went upstairs to our hotel room and my footsteps seemed louder. It had this deep thump sound, as if I was stomping while climbing up to the top floor. Got into the room, took my smaller bag, my shoulder bag and on my way. Took the old-looking elevator down because I just felt like it. Made my way to the “HauptBahnHof” or the Central Train Station, but had to go through light rain. It wasn’t bad, because it was sort of the way I wanted the weather to be. Grey, cloudy, light rain....fog would have completed it. I like the old-style streets Europe has. Cobble stones on the ground as sidewalks and sometimes an entire road was of cobble stones. I really enjoy that.
Dropped in 10 Euros in each of our lockers for a total of 20. Damn expensive for security. Nonetheless, I got our stuff out just as I was told, and now I waited. While waiting, I saw this woman. She had just stopped in the middle of a somewhat small hallway to make a phone call from her cell phone. I couldn’t recall what she wore but I could recall her facial features. She looked weary. Her hair a little bit messed up and had a frown on her face. She finally got a hold on someone on the phone and sounded a bit worried. I got bored of watching her so I began to look around the main tracks that were behind her and noticed tiny people. No, not really tiny people, People of different sizes, obscured to look like they’re small because they were far away. They reminded me of ants. Sometimes, I think we really are tiny creatures like ants and there are bigger beings somewhere out there. If you think about it, if you went billions of light years away from earth on another planet and took a picture of the sky, only 1 of those dots in the picture (and yes, even the faint ones) would be earth. Not to mention the fact that there are other billions of galaxies like ours floating in space. I watched a video about how small we are and insignificant in size compared to the universe and God. For awhile there, I actually zoned out and noticed that the woman I was observing had already left and my sister and mom came into focus. We then proceeded towards the track that our train would come to. We didn’t wait long for the train to come. Once the passengers stepped off, it was our turn and the platform was crowding with people to get into it. So we tried to hurry up a bit but my sister wasn’t strong enough to carry one of the huge luggage up to the steps. Fortunately, there was a gentleman who helped her. He looked around 40 years of age. With hair turning greyish and a small beard. He had been watching us while we were waiting for the train to come and could see the magnitude of how heavy all our stuff was in altogether.
Already about 10 or 15 minutes into the train ride, we’re surrounded by fields, shrubs, small patches of forests, and passing by small towns. Surprisingly, the interior of the train was quite, quiet. It wasn’t electric but yet it was still quiet enough for a person to sleep. My seatmate is the same guy who helped my sister carry that heavy piece of luggage. We never talked to each other during the whole trip. I guess we both weren’t that kind of person who can talk to any stranger they meet. Quite a bummer for me because that meant I wouldn’t (and never had) the courage to just walk up to a person of the opposite sex that I seemed interested in and just say “Hi” at the very least. Half the time I see that as pathetic of myself. But I always try to stay positive and say that I will have my time and that it will come in the most natural way that was intended for me, even though I sometimes lie that I enjoy being single. I do enjoy sometimes, but it’s actually hard not to think about what it would be like....and with that I also ask my intentions. “How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to your word.” – Psalms 119:9. Anyways, The various kinds of vegetation repeatedly pass by. What really caught my eye were the fields that had these red flowers among the tall grass. From a distance, it looked like red powder sprinkled on a soft, green, blanket. It looked just stunning. It was like you’re watching a masterpiece up close...maybe on a HD TV screen. The sky was a beautiful match to it too. It wasn’t sunny, which would also mesh in very well, but it was cloudy. Not so much that it would block out most of the sun and make it seem like it’s going to rain a little bit....although it did rain earlier but we were moving out of worse weather so yeah. There was another sight that caught my eye. In the midst of tall trees and shrubs, I saw to my left side, an old building. Not like an old square, boring building that you’d see in old places. I’m talking about a building that kinda looks like a small castle. It was made of bricks and was almost completely hidden behind all the vegetation. Its colour was white and it had a dark-coloured roof. Both of those things that I saw probably look like something out of a painting or something. If not, then I probably would track down where those places are....and paint them myself. Even though I’m not much of an artist, but I believe everyone who thinks they can’t ever be an artist just need a little inspiration on where to start and what to do. “......sometimes, it just takes a little, push.” – Heath Ledger’s ‘Joker’, The Dark Knight. After about maybe 2 hours of doing a cycle of falling half asleep and waking up while listening to my MP3 player, we finally reach the ferry that the train will be transported into. I was amazed when my sister told me a few days earlier that the train actually gets on board the ferry. The train stopped and we were told to stay outside the train while we were out in sea. We stepped out and I was walking alongside a meter-wide passage that led to the elevators and stairs to the upper decks of the ferry where we were met by motorists and truckers who also drove into the ferry to cross into Denmark. I stood at the side of that train and said to myself, “no way”, with wide, open eyes. So wide, it was as if I drank a can of Monster first thing in the morning. Ferry ride felt long, but at the same time, short. I kept walking outside the viewing deck to take snapshots and videos but if you factor the ferry’s speed, wind speed (which went to the opposite direction), and temperature, it wasn’t really pleasant to stand outside while trying to see what’s ahead of the ferry from the side. I think I even saw bits of snowfall....and I was wondering if I really did see snow falling and I got what I asked.....had a snowflake land right in the middle of my eye. It wasn’t really anything but the wind really was harsh. A few hours later and I finally saw it, for the first time in 7 years....Denmark. Home of the famous Danish pastries, The Little Mermaid, and H.C. Anderssen. We were told to go back into the train and off we went. I saw glorious Denmark again and it was kinda weird. I didn’t feel tremendous joy that I would cry or start feeling so very patriotic about myself being in my home country. I just watched, as I smiled a little. I wanted to look at everything that I was passing by. It seemed kinda interesting as if I was visiting for the very first time. A few hours passed by and I was arriving at Copenhagen’s Central Train Station.
10 minutes till we would arrive in the Central Train Station. My mom told me to prepare my huge duffel bag near the exit of the train and my sister’s as well. It seemed it triggered everybody to do the same. The 2 brits in front of us, the guy beside me, the rest of the people in the same car, all getting their luggage from the top or behind the seats. We even had an organized plan on how to do this quickly and less painfully. My sister would go down first with one of her smaller luggage, along with my back pack, and her shoulder bag. My mom would be carrying her luggage. I would bring my huge duffel bag down first and my sister would watch after it since she’s already down. I would then go back up and bring her huge luggage that she couldn’t carry. It was kinda hard since many people tried getting off quickly as well with their luggage. It wasn’t such a big deal, in fact, it was hardly anything. Only this next part was, I had to drag my huge duffel (which fortunately had wheels), strap my backpack (which weight maybe 10 or more kilos already) to my back, and carry one of the ladies’ smaller luggage (which weighed around 10-20 kilos...somewhere in between) by hand. It wasn’t bad, it gave my shoulders quite a workout but I managed to.....well, manage. The train station was exactly how I remembered it to be. Small dirty, orange tiles that were set diagonal, not square to line up with the platform. We proceeded to the elevator where we went up to the main floor and there it was....the grand hall! Its old steel construction was still there, but the station had new speakers. I looked around and I saw that same McDonald’s, where one of our bags were stolen. That bag was filled with papers and documents which I think contributed to the delay of our Canadian citizenship applications. Anyways, I try not to dwell on the past and I wasn’t psychologically scarred by that incident. Our mom’s friend found us before we even tried looking for her. She helped us with our stuff and we kept them in secured lockers that were significantly cheaper than Hamburg’s. We then focused on where to stay so we went outside and it was raining. It wasn’t raining hard, just in between light rain and showering. After being told by 2 hotels that they were fully booked because of a Science Convention going on, it started to pour with the addition of wind. I really didn’t mind it because I was actually comfortable but the ladies were complaining. We then decided to go eat out at a Vietnamese restaurant at a place that I remembered I had been to. After we ate and refreshed, rain let up a little bit and we decided to continue hunting for a hotel and finally found one with a reasonable price. Booked for 3 nights, relaxed a little bit, brought our some of our luggage here and indulged in French Hotdogs from the 7-11 around the corner. Also watched “Kiss kiss bang bang” starring Robert Downey Jr. which was a friggin’ hilarious movie! Now one thing that separates Denmark from Germany is the TV. TV programs that are originally in English are dubbed in German in Germany. Here in Denmark, they just put subtitles instead of ruining the experience. I then became bored after watching the entire movie and decided to watch “Wanted” on my laptop which lasted to oh about 4 am. At 3 am here in Denmark or Germany, the sun already tries to get up before anyone else does and it was very hard to sleep at that time. Note to self, sleep before midnight next time.
9:23 pm
Have you dreamt something that really was interesting and you want to remember it but the instant second you wake up you forget it? I’ve had that happening a lot to me before. The dream has to really stand out from all other dreams. Last night, as my head was lying in my uber-soft pillow that could easily be flattened, I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I was in Wal-mart with my mom looking around. I wasn’t quite sure why we were there but we were there. Then I suddenly saw this airplane. I’m not sure if it was a real plane or toy plane but I flew it. Again, not sure if I flew it from the inside or by remote-control... it was weird. Then we get a call from my friend. She called to ask if we would help her set up a farewell party for her mother. We agreed and it’s really a blur after that. I’ll just fast-forward to what I remember next. The next thing I can remember is that it was night time. We were just pulling up to the place of the farewell party and saw my friend standing outside the parking lot. I got out , walked up to her and noticed she was sad. Possibly crying. I asked what was wrong and she said that too much money had been spent on the party and she went negative. She asked for help there and I agreed to help her. Then that was it. Nothing more happened. My mom woke up and, it seemed like instinct, I quickly woke up, followed shortly by my sister. After getting up straight, it felt like adrenaline flowing through your body. Like you were ready or something. It was as if we were waiting for our mom to wake up and when she did, we’d try to make it seem we woke up at the same time. Calmly yet quickly, I put on my socks, put my boots on and tied my laces tightly as I liked it. I took my shirt and put it on. Grabbed every little thing that could fit into my pocket; my usb flash drives, my pack of Listerine breath strips, my MP3 player and headphones, and my wallet. I then traversed down the squeaky, uneven, wooden, steep stairs that gave you this paranoid feeling that you’re waking up the other inhabitants on the other floors. Kinda like that thing where you’re trying to sneak around a house but it has wooden floors and every step you take seems like it’s coming out of a boom box at its max volume level. I always think that during the night time where everyone is sleeping, things that make sound are very loud. From the TV, to the PC, to the microwave beeping “You’re food is ready” seems loud enough to wake the entire house and probably even the next door neighbours. Just before the last flight of stairs to the main floor, the perfect distraction is set before my eyes. A CAT! It was trying to avoid me by continuing upwards before I was trying to call it and got its attention. I therefore pet it and it seemed to like it. I’ve always wondered, I’m so good with cats yet I’ve also got a thing for dogs. I finally reach the main floor and I just have a couple of short flights of stairs left to the breakfast hall when suddenly, another distraction is laid upon me. It too crawled on all fours but this time, moving down those accursed wooden, squeaky, uneven floors. A BABY.......and his dad. Apparently, his dad was trying to teach him how to get down the stairs by himself and when he noticed me, he just smiled and chuckled...kinda nervously. I don’t know why, but I just stood there for maybe 2 minutes watching that baby, watching me, watching him, watching me, watc...yeah you get it. Whenever babies look at me, they always have this face that tells me that my face looks interesting to them. Now, they react in 2 different ways when encountering me. One, they see and they smile which ultimately leads to laughing, or Two, they just look at me with a dumbstruck face wondering “what the hell is this creature?” I don’t know what that happens. Maybe I’ve just got this thing where babies just see me as an interesting object. Anyways, I quickly realized that I had just been standing there for awhile watching this kid like as if I’m some kind of freak. So I tried to make my way past the baby and his dad as fast as I could. Once I finally arrived to the breakfast area, I grabbed the usual breakfast since day one. 3 buns, a couple of butter bars, a couple slices of cheese, some of that turkey ham ( I really don’t know what that crap was but it tasted good), and a glass of some of their lovely orange juice that I really fancy. But like I have mentioned before, the glass was way too small for me to consume large volume of “OJ”. I just finished eating and our mom joins us for breakfast. It was 7:59 am when I set my alarm to 9:00 am to remind us of our train departing at 9:28 am. My mom told me to get the keys to the secured lockers which our large and heavy baggage were in and get them out. So I went upstairs to our hotel room and my footsteps seemed louder. It had this deep thump sound, as if I was stomping while climbing up to the top floor. Got into the room, took my smaller bag, my shoulder bag and on my way. Took the old-looking elevator down because I just felt like it. Made my way to the “HauptBahnHof” or the Central Train Station, but had to go through light rain. It wasn’t bad, because it was sort of the way I wanted the weather to be. Grey, cloudy, light rain....fog would have completed it. I like the old-style streets Europe has. Cobble stones on the ground as sidewalks and sometimes an entire road was of cobble stones. I really enjoy that.
Dropped in 10 Euros in each of our lockers for a total of 20. Damn expensive for security. Nonetheless, I got our stuff out just as I was told, and now I waited. While waiting, I saw this woman. She had just stopped in the middle of a somewhat small hallway to make a phone call from her cell phone. I couldn’t recall what she wore but I could recall her facial features. She looked weary. Her hair a little bit messed up and had a frown on her face. She finally got a hold on someone on the phone and sounded a bit worried. I got bored of watching her so I began to look around the main tracks that were behind her and noticed tiny people. No, not really tiny people, People of different sizes, obscured to look like they’re small because they were far away. They reminded me of ants. Sometimes, I think we really are tiny creatures like ants and there are bigger beings somewhere out there. If you think about it, if you went billions of light years away from earth on another planet and took a picture of the sky, only 1 of those dots in the picture (and yes, even the faint ones) would be earth. Not to mention the fact that there are other billions of galaxies like ours floating in space. I watched a video about how small we are and insignificant in size compared to the universe and God. For awhile there, I actually zoned out and noticed that the woman I was observing had already left and my sister and mom came into focus. We then proceeded towards the track that our train would come to. We didn’t wait long for the train to come. Once the passengers stepped off, it was our turn and the platform was crowding with people to get into it. So we tried to hurry up a bit but my sister wasn’t strong enough to carry one of the huge luggage up to the steps. Fortunately, there was a gentleman who helped her. He looked around 40 years of age. With hair turning greyish and a small beard. He had been watching us while we were waiting for the train to come and could see the magnitude of how heavy all our stuff was in altogether.
Already about 10 or 15 minutes into the train ride, we’re surrounded by fields, shrubs, small patches of forests, and passing by small towns. Surprisingly, the interior of the train was quite, quiet. It wasn’t electric but yet it was still quiet enough for a person to sleep. My seatmate is the same guy who helped my sister carry that heavy piece of luggage. We never talked to each other during the whole trip. I guess we both weren’t that kind of person who can talk to any stranger they meet. Quite a bummer for me because that meant I wouldn’t (and never had) the courage to just walk up to a person of the opposite sex that I seemed interested in and just say “Hi” at the very least. Half the time I see that as pathetic of myself. But I always try to stay positive and say that I will have my time and that it will come in the most natural way that was intended for me, even though I sometimes lie that I enjoy being single. I do enjoy sometimes, but it’s actually hard not to think about what it would be like....and with that I also ask my intentions. “How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to your word.” – Psalms 119:9. Anyways, The various kinds of vegetation repeatedly pass by. What really caught my eye were the fields that had these red flowers among the tall grass. From a distance, it looked like red powder sprinkled on a soft, green, blanket. It looked just stunning. It was like you’re watching a masterpiece up close...maybe on a HD TV screen. The sky was a beautiful match to it too. It wasn’t sunny, which would also mesh in very well, but it was cloudy. Not so much that it would block out most of the sun and make it seem like it’s going to rain a little bit....although it did rain earlier but we were moving out of worse weather so yeah. There was another sight that caught my eye. In the midst of tall trees and shrubs, I saw to my left side, an old building. Not like an old square, boring building that you’d see in old places. I’m talking about a building that kinda looks like a small castle. It was made of bricks and was almost completely hidden behind all the vegetation. Its colour was white and it had a dark-coloured roof. Both of those things that I saw probably look like something out of a painting or something. If not, then I probably would track down where those places are....and paint them myself. Even though I’m not much of an artist, but I believe everyone who thinks they can’t ever be an artist just need a little inspiration on where to start and what to do. “......sometimes, it just takes a little, push.” – Heath Ledger’s ‘Joker’, The Dark Knight. After about maybe 2 hours of doing a cycle of falling half asleep and waking up while listening to my MP3 player, we finally reach the ferry that the train will be transported into. I was amazed when my sister told me a few days earlier that the train actually gets on board the ferry. The train stopped and we were told to stay outside the train while we were out in sea. We stepped out and I was walking alongside a meter-wide passage that led to the elevators and stairs to the upper decks of the ferry where we were met by motorists and truckers who also drove into the ferry to cross into Denmark. I stood at the side of that train and said to myself, “no way”, with wide, open eyes. So wide, it was as if I drank a can of Monster first thing in the morning. Ferry ride felt long, but at the same time, short. I kept walking outside the viewing deck to take snapshots and videos but if you factor the ferry’s speed, wind speed (which went to the opposite direction), and temperature, it wasn’t really pleasant to stand outside while trying to see what’s ahead of the ferry from the side. I think I even saw bits of snowfall....and I was wondering if I really did see snow falling and I got what I asked.....had a snowflake land right in the middle of my eye. It wasn’t really anything but the wind really was harsh. A few hours later and I finally saw it, for the first time in 7 years....Denmark. Home of the famous Danish pastries, The Little Mermaid, and H.C. Anderssen. We were told to go back into the train and off we went. I saw glorious Denmark again and it was kinda weird. I didn’t feel tremendous joy that I would cry or start feeling so very patriotic about myself being in my home country. I just watched, as I smiled a little. I wanted to look at everything that I was passing by. It seemed kinda interesting as if I was visiting for the very first time. A few hours passed by and I was arriving at Copenhagen’s Central Train Station.
10 minutes till we would arrive in the Central Train Station. My mom told me to prepare my huge duffel bag near the exit of the train and my sister’s as well. It seemed it triggered everybody to do the same. The 2 brits in front of us, the guy beside me, the rest of the people in the same car, all getting their luggage from the top or behind the seats. We even had an organized plan on how to do this quickly and less painfully. My sister would go down first with one of her smaller luggage, along with my back pack, and her shoulder bag. My mom would be carrying her luggage. I would bring my huge duffel bag down first and my sister would watch after it since she’s already down. I would then go back up and bring her huge luggage that she couldn’t carry. It was kinda hard since many people tried getting off quickly as well with their luggage. It wasn’t such a big deal, in fact, it was hardly anything. Only this next part was, I had to drag my huge duffel (which fortunately had wheels), strap my backpack (which weight maybe 10 or more kilos already) to my back, and carry one of the ladies’ smaller luggage (which weighed around 10-20 kilos...somewhere in between) by hand. It wasn’t bad, it gave my shoulders quite a workout but I managed to.....well, manage. The train station was exactly how I remembered it to be. Small dirty, orange tiles that were set diagonal, not square to line up with the platform. We proceeded to the elevator where we went up to the main floor and there it was....the grand hall! Its old steel construction was still there, but the station had new speakers. I looked around and I saw that same McDonald’s, where one of our bags were stolen. That bag was filled with papers and documents which I think contributed to the delay of our Canadian citizenship applications. Anyways, I try not to dwell on the past and I wasn’t psychologically scarred by that incident. Our mom’s friend found us before we even tried looking for her. She helped us with our stuff and we kept them in secured lockers that were significantly cheaper than Hamburg’s. We then focused on where to stay so we went outside and it was raining. It wasn’t raining hard, just in between light rain and showering. After being told by 2 hotels that they were fully booked because of a Science Convention going on, it started to pour with the addition of wind. I really didn’t mind it because I was actually comfortable but the ladies were complaining. We then decided to go eat out at a Vietnamese restaurant at a place that I remembered I had been to. After we ate and refreshed, rain let up a little bit and we decided to continue hunting for a hotel and finally found one with a reasonable price. Booked for 3 nights, relaxed a little bit, brought our some of our luggage here and indulged in French Hotdogs from the 7-11 around the corner. Also watched “Kiss kiss bang bang” starring Robert Downey Jr. which was a friggin’ hilarious movie! Now one thing that separates Denmark from Germany is the TV. TV programs that are originally in English are dubbed in German in Germany. Here in Denmark, they just put subtitles instead of ruining the experience. I then became bored after watching the entire movie and decided to watch “Wanted” on my laptop which lasted to oh about 4 am. At 3 am here in Denmark or Germany, the sun already tries to get up before anyone else does and it was very hard to sleep at that time. Note to self, sleep before midnight next time.
damn man.....that sounds like fun....now try to get some sleep in a few hours lol
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