Wednesday, September 21, 2011


What was it. It made so much sense in the dream. And I could choose to dream of it again, I was saying to myself, “I liked that, I want to dream of that again”. And I did. And it made all sense and it had colours and explained many things about the world and about myself. Oh, I want to dream of it again. And I did, again. And then I woke up and I could remember only vaguely. And you have to get up and brush teeth and shave and have coffee and then think of it again and it’s gone. Not only does it no longer make sense but you cannot remember what it was at all, even less why it explained so much or how it fit in the engine of the universe.



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