Read this and tell me that I am not mad: on a nightmare
I'm scrolling through the news feed on facebook when A suddenly talking to me on the chat, we have not talked for many months, but he talks as if nothing has happened, send me links to fun on the internet, to apologize for something I do not remember. Suddenly I'm there, next to a train line, I have on winter clothes, hat mi get caught in the fence, and suddenly it is very smooth, I'm slipping into the bottom of the hill, making one hundred attempts to get up the hat, slip and fall, people laughed. In desperation, I call B, he invites me for coffee, the next thing I know is that I go into the kitchen to Z, it's smoky and people yelling, I ask for B, "he is in the cupboard and play, "I hear the high, thumping bass from the cubbyhole, moves me toward the door, but it is locked and not open when I knock on. I'm wandering around the apartment, it is thick of people everywhere, lots of noise, all are full, all rooms are smoke-filled, my glasses are greasy and impossible to see through, I do not see anything without glasses, either. Every other person I see is similar to B, I grab hold of them, but they disappear. Suddenly, I lie on the wooden airwaves in my own living and sleeping, waking of the M and R is the two-seater and teeth in their smoke, I'm crying in the fistula that they get the pellets out, panicked at the thought that my mom will notice smoky smell, Dei back in the apartment to Z. I tear up the door to the cubbyhole, B looks at me and smiles like nothing, suddenly he's gone, I'm angry, scared, sorry, I should just have a coffee, everyone here is completely fucked , alcohol and drugs flowing over all, I just want to home, but I need help up the damn hill, I'm talking to Oh, "A stack, he did not bother to wait for you anymore," I rudely awakened by the heart in the neck of the wood airwaves in my living room, kaver me off the couch and into the kitchen, put a cup of coffee and tells me that this goes well, it was just a bad dream. Relax.
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