In this space, I will be telling about that dreams I have, whenever I have one. Dreams are unpredictable, stories of our minds. When I sleep it seems another world. That is why I want to write this, to remember them as they are so ephemeral .
Monday, 17 May 2010
15/05/10
All I can remember is that there was a lot of cockroaches. I was in an old house, it was dark, it was raining, the kind of day you dont really want to live. In the house, it was hard to find a light. I was trying to find, touching, palping everywhere. But all I could feel was cockroaches and insects. I think I was alone, but I am not sure because I can remember someone was there too, but I do not know who. The dream ended with the alarm clock...
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