Dreams

Wednesday morning began with me waking up incredibly early, five or so, due to my pizza eating habits. If I had had any more, the food would forcefully reappear, but I just woke up and felt sort of shitty.

A lazy notification lights up on my phone and I see that someone has made a comment an hour ago. "I saw you in my dream."

In the reasonable morning, the appearance was described. "You were waiting outside the school cafe with a guitar on your back and a kitty." And there's the kind of dreams that I like being told about.

I had a different one on Tuesday morning. it was an alternative ending to the Mondays meeting. And then there was yet another conclusion. Both unnecessary, since it was just a visualization of the things I knew before falling asleep.

For me, writing in English is fucking ridiculous and there's no motivation to try reaching the Latvian level, since blogging alone was 5 years longer, disregarding the actual language and grammar knowledge.