Blogger is alive and well. There is just too much to write about, especially after the last subject, at which all seems silly and irrelevant. Since, however, probably can not write anything more, "odjechanego", so I write about dreams. Why
about dreams? Because I recently had quite a specific dream. Actually, it probably is the most peculiar dreams, my sure, especially since many of them so I can remember compared. But this was different, it seemed more feasible. In most of my dreams I am not so much "aware" as reserved, even the ghosts away and monsters do not scare me, and do not raise (after a few exceptions). This dream, however, was like a living, it was another day of my life here on Earth, specifically in the street. Marszalkowska, corner of Holy Cross. I even found 10 PLN, which has recently happened to me several times in fact. It was night, returning from the club. In total, quite often walks that way. When I wanted to go on the strip, from the McDonald's, someone accosted me - boy, probably my age - and said he wanted to show me something. Oddly enough - we were not alone there - with my left hand, two meters behind me were two people. I just passed that way. At this point, the black plastic bags, which he held in the hands pulled out a gun and shot without thinking, without hesitation. Shock. Shocked my own dream. I was sure that it is waking and my first thought was: "so this is the end?". I got in right side, clutching the place I was surprised that overall, I feel it, but I do not feel pain. The only thing I was able to squeeze out of myself it's silly, "why?". At this point I can not renew the feelings that accompanied me then, but the morning of that day, I felt it completely - why would anyone take away my opportunity to existence?
Summary? I did not write this to draw conclusions about life and sense. I wrote this for a fact that amazes me is the fact that some very rare experience won his sleep. One day, perhaps a strong feeling of frustration in me again raise.
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