The dream was are with out a witness!
No one it was dont see
When i’m wake up there a witness some not
When I work then a witness off.
And here me same not
I writ for not forget.
Yeah and what of it I want remember?
it come something without a witness.
rebuild without witness –
a sleep without a dream.
it writingly look like a gooffy delusion
but it many important.
think later.
go to work.
And for 25 years, she's been dreaming about Carlos.
I bet it's him again.
Looks like there's more than one witness now.
Then there was a funny dream:
A fat lady in a gold and black dress with cutouts on the sides. There was a whole group of these old ladies in guipure. The colors were wine.
This pretty sausage suddenly came so close to me that I was afraid I would burn her dress with my coffee cigarette. I asked some woman to take the cigarette. she said: miracle she gives me the cigarette.
there was a man sleeping. I was sitting with my back against him and the lady in the fancy dress seemed to want to climb over us. there was a bar in the headboard of this mattress. behind it sat the woman I asked to take the cigarette. she was looking at the sleeping man's face.
The fat ladies came in when the other group of women left. They were like models. They all had phosphorescent makeup, a wide fuchsia-colored stripe from eyebrow to cheek on the outside of their eyes.
I saw them walk down the arc of a very wide white staircase. One of them was holding a double bass by the fingerboard.
The instrument was brought to her as they were coming down. we said goodbye from a distance. i stayed at the door.
The story goes that they were invited and a group of fat ladies were acting like hosts. I understood they were the wives of oligarchs. They were all very nice and satiny like the fairy from Shrek. There were no oligarchs there.
I don't know where the gold black lady was going. My cigarette was a couple of millimeters away from her beautiful dress.
Well, in general, it’s clear, I dreamed of a reception at Disneyland. I liked the wives of the oligarchs, whatever they were, they were all in diamonds and satin dresses on their plump sides, very energetic.
It’s really unclear why I was sitting there under some kind of bar counter. at least it is clear that I had cigarettes. I saw it in my hand when I gave it to the woman so that she could put it out. exactly the ones I smoke with cigar-colored paper.
instead of a sofa cushion I had the side of an unknown sleeping man. instead of the head of this bed there was a bar counter. and it was located in the middle of a huge hall.
there was an impossibly huge glass dome it seems. Oh, and this phenomenon will be “wives of oligarchs” - very good.
and I didn’t have a single question about what kind of crap this is all about!? and everything was so natural and ordinary.
just like now.
It's rare to see such without meaning. Yeah.
You don't tell your sleep dreams? and why? you are afraid that they will probably not come true in reality.
Well, it's a strange place. I rested there. but it didn’t even occur to him to even wake up his pillow. ask who are you anyway? but in a dream you never remember questions. everything is so ordinary.
nothing out of the ordinary. hello morning of the working day!
I finally woke up, I think for sure.
Yes, in my sleep I dreamed of some kind of Disneyland with baroque elements.
(to me don’t need to go to the cinema. I liked the architecture - huge bright empty spaces, but we really sat under the bar, damn it)
Google tnx. But I wrote self fife a line today yet. Just would be need it writ asap or dream would flying out and forgetting.
“..of departed revelry..” it s comes here.
Work start or not today I two hors was remembering my dream hors wrong no matter yet a time is are the money so a people tell. Good fifteen a wrong in tree word it record!