It's a rainy dark evening and I am at a party of the educational department at my uni. It's a nice party and I nearly forget that I am supposed to be technician (lights and sounds) at a performance which also takes place at the party. When I finally go there, the director (a girl I made up in the dream) is very angry with me and said that if I hadn't gone there in time she would have expelled me from all educational courses. I want to tell her that I don't care about that since I don't study pedagogics. But I don't say it and to my work.
The performance works well and I go on the party again. I see Achmed, a very old friend of mine who I haven't seen in years. I want to talk with him but we get separated and suddenly my mum is on the party as well, and we have a walk through a forest. There is another performance I have to go to, but I have my mobile phone on me and think they will call me when it's time. It is still dark and rainy and I don't feel too comfortable in the forest, especially since there a lot of silvery spiders. We arrive at a place where there are a lot of ladders in the trees and little bridges lead from one treetop to the other. We climb up a ladder on a tree and arrive in a tree house.
Somehow the tree house is the place where I live, but it's not in a tree house anymore. My mom and I turn on the tv and watch the news. The news are about a plane crash in Africa where seven people (everybody in the plane) died. Among the passengers were two Germans and the news concentrate on them. I have seen the news before and I am not very interested in it. I tell my mom that they just feature this again because they are German.
But then there's something new in the report. They show pictures of the man who has been decapitated during the plane crash. Not a very nice sight. But it gets even worse. They show an operation where his balls are examined. A doctor dissects the balls in stripes and opens veins. I think this is disgusting, especially since the balls have already turned bluish and I wonder why they bring this in the news.
The news continue and the doctor opens another part of the man's testicles and my mom and I gasp in horror: there are still things moving inside the corpse: very tiny black African masks circulate through the body. I become very afraid and say that there can't be a scientific explanation for this and that this must be dark
