Crass lack of time stopped me to write about this at first hour in the morning.
Yellow was the color of these nights, but mostly last night when even J popped up, happy, jumping, singing, in a yellow mustard jacket.
The new update didn't startle me this time.
I am already used now with seeing things happening under my eyes just to annoy and puzzle me even more.
Nevertheless... Things are changing in dreams. You tend to distance yourself, get cocky, and then quickly come back, with a humble posture.
Something new in my regard. While most of the time I just observe as an outsider, as a deus ex machina, I found myself accepting pity (?).
Again, Freud would be very happy. I am not.
Yellow was the color of these nights, but mostly last night when even J popped up, happy, jumping, singing, in a yellow mustard jacket.
The new update didn't startle me this time.
I am already used now with seeing things happening under my eyes just to annoy and puzzle me even more.
Nevertheless... Things are changing in dreams. You tend to distance yourself, get cocky, and then quickly come back, with a humble posture.
Something new in my regard. While most of the time I just observe as an outsider, as a deus ex machina, I found myself accepting pity (?).
Again, Freud would be very happy. I am not.
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