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on this one or that one . I approach him and take his hand, mine is cold like ice, and his is warm and soft, incredibly pleasant. He doesn't look at me but he is smiling. We find ourselves in front of everyone. His thumb is caressing the inner side of my palm, I stare at him thinking I'm the luckiest person ever born.... Then I hear water running and very slowly this time wake up from it. Happy.

can do, we are bound to die'. and at this moment I think, 'I don't want to die yet, I want to die but not yet, please'. And old acquaintance of me approaches and says 'wassup', his eyes are perfectly rich green, and big. I tell him I am going to die and I walk away together with the girl by my side. We go down the street and find ourselves in the group of young men, all visibly interested in us. Again - two approach me from left and right and start talking to me. I look at the girl and she is pointing to the back. I leave them two and turn around, see at least 10 men squeezing its way towards me, so I can't see all faces. It's 'condensed'. I spot Michael Pitt who is smiling at me and I grab his hand but the moment I hold it, I look further behind the crowd and see ... Kurt Cobain (no shit), slightly bent, looking at the pavement, wearing green jumper, pale green, a bit tighter than his usual one, but still loose. And his hair looks like

I won't mind a brawl. I follow her downstairs and all of a sudden she is wearing 60's - like roller boots, with different wheel colours, and fights someone else. Not me. I am waiting, but the queue of people fighting her gets bigger, so I resign and fuck off. I'm in a large corridor, inside some university again, beautiful GREY marble floor, I'm walking down and see a little slug, the slug develops grasshopper legs and jumps on my leg, I try to brush it off my black jacket (the social distortion one) but it doesn't come off in 5 seconds. A girl behind me who looks a bit like me... tells me to crawl and run (if it makes sense). We go down on our knees and start scrambling on our knees, away from more slugs who like in a game - when see us, attack us. I'm paranoid, she is behind me paranoid, she says she got one too. One lands on my back, she tries to take it off, I scream and shout. We get to the end of the corridor. Bugs are gone. We stand up and she says 'there's absolutely nothing we

Another amazing one, 2 actually. I was sitting at the top of the stairs around people, hundreds of stairs up from the ground level, at the entry to some university, but the stairs were in open space. people around me were gossiping that 'The Latvians make fun of people by putting trousers on them, or they send slug aliens who if stuck to you for more than 5 seconds, within next 5 minutes will make to eat your tongue and die, and that it's irreversible because there is no cure for that'. The moment I stop listening to this bullshit I look at my legs and see... Pants put on me - as a joke (big, filthy, baggy GREY trousers), the group of 2 or 3 Latvian girls from the bottom of the stairs start laughing, the whole area is laughing, I'm laughing, I'm laughing but I'm pissed off, the fat ugly Latvian girl takes few steps up, so I stand up and go down. (whole dream is in English, but they sound like Latvians, there are also Polish in between later, speaking broken English) And tell her

Well done.

The birds weren't as loud this night. I guess they just got lucky for the past few.

Just had a morning coffee, though I feel it's still evening.

I wonder how long is this going to last.