Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 39 & 40.

Long conversations in a mysterious language.
Delicate topics, which cannot be reproduced.
Even yelling.
For two nights in a row.
Bitter and uncomfortable truths were uttered.
And still.... No hard feelings.
More like in a purification process.
Everything in black and white. 

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 38.

Again the past with all its darkness lingering in the background.
Youth years, regrets and melancholy.
All in a very odd suffocating room with moving walls.
Stumbling and falling, but getting up again and again.
We did some exercises I would say.
Up...up...up in the air now.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 37.

A freaking vacuum cleaner?
Playing the piano.
Sleeping.
And talking a lot on the phone, while striding through the house.
Big mirrors everywhere.
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Day time:
- the infamous article that managed to inflame me
- South Korea stunning victory that brought me so much joy.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 36

My other biased four heart-broken boys shined through all night long, telling me stories...
Also...
How to stop time.
When time stops.

What are the odds?

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 35

Ugh...ogh... what a night!
All scenes from BOF replayed over and over with a different touch.
Much talking, much connection, blankets, tight hugs.
Everything was peaceful. Everything was how it it was supposed to be. Everything was natural.
Finally, everybody else was beyond our circle just watching and waiting.
I want more of this.
It was the night when the skies opened and the worlds mingled under the healing energy. No wonder.

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 34

Movie! Movie! Movie!
Action movie to the core.
The setting, a huge roof.
You surrounded by men. Men in black.
G-Men. Hoover's men.
The footage was done from above.
Everything looked spectacular.
Bringing them down one by one.
Me liked it. A lot.
Fighting!
P.S. In real life, mom asking out of the blue when I am going to talk to you. As if... To stop the awkwardness, the white headsets and the iPhone screen to the rescue. Your story this time. She sent you a kiss. I ended up blushing like a teenager. 

Dream Journal - KHJ. Day 32&33

Even the dreams can look like a cabbage sometimes.
Unattractive, with hundreds of curly layers, and completely tasteless if salt and pepper are missing.
This is how it looked my night world in the last two days.
In spite of your crystal clear presence in white, in a white room, checking the apps on a white phone.
GD also in it. Powerful, triggering lapses and falls into the darkest of pits.
I think he is a side effect of the wide opened channel like never before.
Still looking for an explanation, a lesson, a road to follow. Cause otherwise, this is useless for everybody and a huge waist of energy.