Tuesday, June 14, 2011


a really strange dream, about me being a poor.
in the cold breeze of winter, i had to go to the beach, but, mud was everywhere. it was hard to move around but i need to find food there. some kind of animal, which in a cone shape and really small. and suddenly, a wave came and covered me and the other men. what was happening?

i went back home and i saw the flowers were such a mess at the corridor. and yes i know, the source of money to our family, had been sold, and that would be great. we sell flowers for life. our house is made up of clay, brown clay.

and when i checked the time, it was 4.55am.

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