It happens very rarely... I dreamed my late grandma last night - Leila bebo… She was holding my hand, looking at me and weeping… She was in pain… Her feet were cut off… That was painful… I had this image stuck in my head all day…
Before going to bed I watched the movie Patti Smith: Dream of Life which opens by her saying: "Life is and adventure of our own design, intersected by fate in a series of lucky and unlucky accidents..."
I watched Dream of Life and dreamed death...
It's been raining all day and I love rain… It's grey and moody… I am grey and moody too… I'm just wondering: Did I design it myself? I have questions to answer...
It's raining and streets are empty... Then this is a shadow of myself...
I miss bebo...
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