Kiwis Corner

I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt that I was going to preform at a theme park. The theme was some djungle adventure that the founder had experienced in his youth. There were swamps with alligators and stuff (all fake of course since it was a theme park). But then somehow I wasn’t to preform but sit in the audience. After the show I met up with my brother, who for some reason wanted a sexchange. I was really really mad with him, but I didn’t know why. It wasn’t that he wanted a sexchange, I was fine with that. I think it might be that all these years I thought he was a boy and all the while he was fooling me since he really was a girl trapped in a mans body. But it took a long time to get to any kind of conclusion. While being all mad at him I walked around the theme park, ending up by a doughnut stand. The doughnut stand was worked by Ricky Martin (why, my subconscious, WHYYY???), and all the other people got their orders before me even thou I was there first! So I got even more cranky. Then my brother came and ordered an 8 gallon trippe thick milk shake. That was their medium size.
I was angry and left, going to some friends apartement. It was studio apartement filled with cool stuff, but it was sad becaus one of the friends had just been killed at work. The friends where a couple of gay chinese shark hunters who lived there with their shark hunting dogs. The dead one had been killed during their last mission, to find and kill the extremely aggressive basking shark. They had almost succeeded when the shark breached, hitting their canoe with the tail fin on its way down. He fell in to the water and was dragged down in to the deep by the shark.
His partner and boyfriend was very very upset, so we helped him pack up the dead ones things and sorting through them for what to keep and what to get rid of. Then I woke up.

 I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me. Feel free to analyze and send me the result.
I mean, the basking shark is very very placid and only eats plankton. Why would Ricky Martin work in a doughnut stand? Why would anyone hunt shark by means of canoe, and why would that be the standard way of shark hunting- canoe and dogs? I’m pretty sure my brother doesn’t want a sexchange. (The only person I know who wants one is FtM, to top it of. But he is almost done, and it looks really good!) Help me?

I have a new cell now, a Nokia 2760. A red one. But I still have the same number. I got the old one working just long enough to copy the numbers to the SIM-card so I could move them to the new phone.

Since I was really sad and upset about finding out about the so called friend being mad at me, I forgot to tell the good news I got earlier that day.
I finally got a diagnosis! I now officially have Asperger syndrome with an obsessive/compulsive personality. Finally! So now I’m finally entitled to help with certain matters when I study and things like that. I’ll also get help with my dermatillomania.
And no, it’s not as bad as it sounds. I don’t wash my hands a million times a day or have to touch the door knob ten times before I leave the house. The only big obsessive/compulsive behavior I have is the dermatillomania. I guess that’s bad enough but it could be ALOT worse. So please be happy for me and don’t worry! I’m no different then I were last week, only now I’m entitled to a bit more help.