Dream of the Night to July 12. Appr. 3 hours of sleep, outside I was dreaming to be a tourist in an old European place, northern, in a way, that formerly had a lively habour. I was part of a guided tour with other english speaking tourists, guided by a blonde woman. She lead us through streets that were in a state of decay and change. Old buildings that were no longer used, having been systematically neglected before, appeared already like placeholders for expensive shops and appartments near a water front. Some new buildings with shops etc. had already been constructed. Always the same chains of fashion, restaurants and hotels. The old ruins like skeletons in between. So finally we went to big old halls near the old harbour's center, maybe for former fish industry or constructing ships. Enormous space, almost empty, elegantly built. Formerly functional. Now somehow freed from purposefulness. But the guide was trying to hide this beautiful emptiness and the decaying walls by pointing to a tiny shop in the corner of the main hall. "Isn't it wonderful", she said, "there is a business that continues the tradition of this place. It sells fishing rods and line for sportsmen. They go to places where fishing is still fun and nature is intact." I see the glass door of the small shop, it swings open, suddenly bursts for no apparent reason. There must have been wind within the hall, I think. Interpretation: Apparently sleping outside on the veranda had some effect on dreaming. The flagpole with attached strings from the biological station was quite noisy. It probably was installed for the institute's flag: two fighting male lemmings on clear blue ground. There was wind and the rythms of the more or less loosely attached strings were loud and changing. From expressive furor to more relaxed percussion sounds, but never in metric shape. We were awakend with clouds of rain and some wind in the morning.