LAST NIGHT.

The past few nights I've been having the best and most exciting dreams I've had in long time. I try, I do try, as soon as the morning kicks in, to remember the blurry images that linger between my eyelids and my eyes. I cant remember the first one, which was about a week ago, but I managed to retain some images from the past two nights. On Monday night I dreamt I was in this big house, looking for someone..cant remember how I got there. In one of the rooms there was a tower, or like a tall platform, and on here were some people dancing. Suddenly I was on the platform, where these people are dancing something that looks like flamenco and again, all of a sudden, I somehow am taking part of this dance. We are told to bat our arms, quickly, and because our arms are so strong I find that we can fly, its all in the frenetic batting of our very stiff arms..And so we floated, for a few seconds and then landed gracefully on our feet..and again, and again.. This is all I remember from this dream. Good dream.
Last night I went to bed after being out for some drinks. I like getting a little light-headed, not too drunk. So yesterday, I was a little light-headed. Alcohol, tobacco and etc were in my system when I went to bed. This dream was crazy. All I remember is that I was at the cinema, or somewhere similar, I was looking for someone again, or maybe not..the thing is that I was sitting in the screen with other people I knew that now cant remember either, and suddenly felt a cold forehead, for a few dream-minutes I didn't realise what had happened to my head, until I noticed my forehead was dripping blood. I had been shot. I tried to find someone to report the injury, but I was expelled from the place, as I was told I was high and wasn't allowed any medical attention. Apparently my eyes gave it away.. Cant remember what happened to me after that, but then I woke up and I was fine. Crazy.

OH... NOT AGAIN

Just now, sitting here, while my heart speeds up and my brain sinks deeper and deeper in trickle thoughts, I fear time. Again. I sometimes wish we, I , didn't need to worry about it. I wish my heart, my chest, my lungs were made of velcro, that I could simply detach from my body when they feel heavy, as they do. Or maybe a 'peel-off' version, that you could buy in shops once you've ran out. Maybe science is too worried about trivial things like space, we have enough troubles here on Earth. Get me some detachable organs.

yes, it has been a while, a long time. I have been trying to make work worth putting up, to show the world, but nah..not there yet. Its like I picked a theme for this year, without actually knowing. My days revolve around not having enough time to do things, not having enough time to think, and its not like Im terribly busy, its just that hours, days, weeks..dont last, they vanish like your breath in a cold night..you see it, is there and blink once; its gone. Yes, I like ranting about not having enough minutes to count, etc etc but its true.. I shall try to be more productive instead. For my own sake and mental health.