Well, it's not my favourite Garbage song (I like Vow, Shut Your Mouth and Push It more). But it's Mihai's favourite song, so that's okay ... :3

My dream last night started out as some kind of "moving" dream, in the sense that me and Mihai were still officially living in the same apartment, but I had moved most of my stuff here to Kävlinge, and he had moved most of his stuff to the house he's sharing with a couple of colleagues in Lund. As it happened, I had just found a small, cheap apartment in a house in Lund, which was next to the big house where we had our apartment together (and that house was *really* big – it resembled Moscow State University much more than the actual house where we used to live together). I was going to move into that apartment in Lund, and I was just going to say that it was great that it was right next to Mihai's place, until I remembered that he was moving to that house with his colleagues, which was quite far away.

Anyway, it went on like that for a while, until I at one point was returning home to the apartment in the gigantic house late in the evening. There was some kind of commotion there, and people wouldn't let me into the building. Some said there was a fire drill going on, others said it was a *real* fire, while yet others said there was some kind of leak of toxic substances. My first terrified thought was, "Aaah! My comics originals!!!", but then I remembered that I had already brought all my comics to my apartment in Kävlinge. After a moment, another terrified thought hit me: "Aaah! Mihai!!!!"

I fought myself through the crowds that had gathered, and went searching for an entrance where no one would hinder me. Finally, after climbing the very high steps up to the second level of the building (which were kind of like the steps up to the Lund City Library, but about 25 m high), I found an unguarded door and slipped inside. There was smoke in some corridors, and people were screaming, so there really seemed to be something going on … However, since I had entered the building through a door I had never used before, I had difficulties finding my way to the wing where our apartment was (I still remeber clearly that its number was 722). I ran through endless corridors, climbed stairs, drew short cuts through other people's apartments – in one, I found Donald Rumsfeld and his henchmen, in another, I found the BBC team, in a third I found an artist, who with her assistants refused to leave the building, because she was in the middle of creating art, and in a fourth I found mum's friend Kent-Hugo's dogs (only the grown up dogs – the puppies have already been picked up by their new owners) - I climbed in through the window from a terrace, and I opened the door to the closest stairwell for the dogs so they could get out. But no matter what, I couldn't find the stairwell where our apartment was!!!

When my alarm clock woke me up, I was frustrated and still afraid that something might have happened to Mihai. I was angry that I didn't have my mobile phone with me in the dream, so that I could have simply called him to ask where he was. And I insisted on going back to sleep, because maybe I would eventually find him if the dream continued …

The dream did continue, but I should have known better – this was the kind of dream where the whole *point* was that I never found him before I woke up again.