My turn to (semi-lucidly) dream ;-))
In my dream it seems as if, I feel, at first, terribly guilty over having destroyed two "letters" or comments on someone's blog, on purpose too, although my shame seems more to do with her springing me and sending me an angry email than guilt over the act itself; in a semi-lucid(?) state, I seem to lie awake half the night, wondering whether I really have done this, and why and whether technology really allows these things to happen. The person offended seems "Mrs Ansur" as I destroyed the "letter" comments off a blog owned jointly by her and Ansur, and I banish myself to some long, distant travels, also fleeing my mum, it seems, until I come (by bicycle?) to my mum's house, and peek in out of sheer curiosity; my mum does not seem there, but my sister comes down the stairs wearing a long blue flowery dress of mine (that I wore in the early summer days in Norway, prenuptially) and I leave quickly before she sees me, either... Then I return to Norway, and feel very confused and anxious because as a student I have to start a new semester in some totally unfamiliar subject, in a language not my own, and I attempt to settle into my "digs" cosily, with a small bird in a cage for company, that seems to amuse a small child, who reminds me of baby Josh... I spend much of the time fussing over and protecting this small bird, and taking it to show shopkeepers etc. Finally we begin the semester with much fanfare; they have transformed the "digs" into some sort of lecture amphitheatre, and now I feel concerned about some sort of purplish weed taking over everywhere; I show an American woman what it will soon do to the little pond down below with the aid of a graphic display of its purplish seeds, stuck in an "artistic" abstract arrangement on a piece of bread...
Comments: yes, I know this dream seems rather long and rather complicated but the main point for me seems the semi-lucidity earlier in the dream, in which I wondered whether I dreamt or not, and also how it evolved away from my own concerns (guilt, anxiety, shame, family) to wider "global" concerns such as protecting the bird and telling people about the "dangers of the weed"... o O (a clue to interpretation right there, Sebi?) lol
The two "letter"/comments => the last two letters that finished up my mum and me, so "Mrs Ansur", whom I know not at all, seems confabulated with her.
Blog comments => her reading what I had written about her, and then my wishing she hadn't (wanting to "destroy" them before she saw them?).