Yes, a misty morning. 11C degrees cold/warm and I cycled to work. Woke up 6.15 again (Something is wrong in me, stress or shit is eating me alive) because I needed to piss. Had few normal dreams last night, which is of course improvement compared to last night. Yawn. And finally managed to find working CDRW disk to carry the Vocal Trance stream to work. We have veeery strict firewall here so I can't listen to digitallyimported.com. Karate yesterday was a pleasure. Nakki (Petri Toivanen, I have no idea where he got his nickname 'sausage') was our sensei and we had a bit of 'contest practice' with kicks and sweeps. Managed to do very succesfull and beautiful ushirogeris with 'jump'. 3 out of 5 stars of toughness. Decided to skip this mornings own training because Johanna (my pair) was drinking last night. Sigh. But wizcon is getting closer and it reflects to the dreams, I am allready getting ready for the hazards of Helsinki! Dream number one: I was driving in helsinki with Ceewu. We were driving with brand new (rented I guess) black Mercedes. Ceewu is behind the wheel (I am really a whimp and wouldn't drive there) . We are trying to get to the wizcon place and I am reading map. We are about to make a turn right but in last moment I decide that we shall not go there as it is shit, I turn the wheel from ceewu's hand and we almost hit the wall of the opposite side building but miss it by inch. On the same time a fast going GRAY mercedes passes us (taxi) by just inch or so. The taxi honks horns and flashes its signal lights to us but we obviously didn't touch it and it speeds into the night. LAter we arrive to the wrong place, we can see the place we should be behind a bay (on the opposite side) but besides being on wrong place, we also are late. It is 3.40pm and we missed the boat. Shit shit. Well not all is lost as we still can have fun: A big dude comes and starts a fight. He has scissors (those orange color fiskars ones) and tries to stab me. I am very afraid that he will succeed besides my blocks because he seems so strong. I remember getting stabbed once on the back but I got revived and the dream stopped. Weird. The second dream (this was before the number one but I wrote them in wrong order): I had written a book! It was most probably called Malla (almost like the spirit mollo in Taiga) but I am not sure. I wasn't the only author and only the story behind the book was mine. Unfortunately I have no idea anymoer what it was about. I even found it from bookstore (actually someone else did and yelled at me "here it is!" or something similar) and remember looking at the cover and reading few pages from here and there. It was a great moment. I couldn't see the opposite side of the Savilahti (the lake/bay in front of Kuopio University and my workplace. And even the Tiukanlinna (Kuopiocon place) ) while I was biking, it was SO MISTY. And quite cold too. Should I buy trangia cooker for myself or just borrow one? Own would be neat, but they cost quite a lot too... PErhaps I just borrow one. We are going to Hossa trekking area with Oku next week and we need a cooker just in case. There is supposed to be quite impressive rock-art paintings in the Hossa. The trek route we are going to go is about 30km and we go there early on thursday morning or late at wednesday night. Will be back on sunday (or as soon as ready).