Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
The Great Gatsby
-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Going in a huge mansion you’ve seen many times before and you even saw it break down once. You think it’s a library and you and your friend *no name/face* going in. You take a look around untill you are on the thirth floor. You hear people going in and you realise it’s somebody’s house. You start running and hiding but the people who are coming in find you. When you look out the window you see a crowd standing outside, not looking up or looking at the mansion, it almost looks like a party. The older guy who came in gives you a dicision. What are you going to do?

The memorys that I have of my dreams are very vague, such a shame, most of them would make a great storyline for a book or movie. But you can’t describe it.


A fool’s tongue is long enough to cut his own throat.


Walking thorough the forest in a large group of people. Are we walking away from something? At the darkest moment of the night the group sat down around a big camp fire. At that point i’m leaving my body and looking from above. The first things i see are small candles, the burning fire on the candles look like small leaves from a tree. When i look around i see that there are elephants in the circle, sitting on the ground. An elderly starts talking, an old woman looking a bit like an indian. As i get back in my body i see the bulb around us. Is looks like glass or a protective wall out of a Harry Potter movie. It feels save and warm. The last thing i see is a black face scraping alongside the glass/protective bulb..


Getting out of bed is the hardest thing when the sun isn’t shining..

Gues i’ll have to be my own sun this morning.