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last night was sad. i woke up in the middle of the night and i felt terrified. i was afraid to close my eye, i felt disconnected and i went to my room. i sat on my bed for a while, and then i laid down on my floor. i stayed there, trying to find that missing link, trying to decide if it's missing, trying to fall asleep.
and i saw a dream of sheep. i lived in a red house, in the middle of new york. every night those wolves came and ate some of my sheep. and when they came, my sheep looked like they were made of paper or something. and i knew that it was something that just had to happen every night.
i don't like having that kind of metaphors in my dreams. because i don't believe in them. and i feel terribly tired. and i don't want to sleep, and i'm sure i can't. so it doesn't matter that much. tonight i'll make pancakes and watch charlotte gray. worth all the waiting.
and i saw a dream of sheep. i lived in a red house, in the middle of new york. every night those wolves came and ate some of my sheep. and when they came, my sheep looked like they were made of paper or something. and i knew that it was something that just had to happen every night.
i don't like having that kind of metaphors in my dreams. because i don't believe in them. and i feel terribly tired. and i don't want to sleep, and i'm sure i can't. so it doesn't matter that much. tonight i'll make pancakes and watch charlotte gray. worth all the waiting.