Strange dreams

Silent evening. I’m just standing here listening the ticking of my alarm clock. Some birds are keeping noise outside. I’m relaxed.. at least more than normally. I think I’m always little bit agitated somehow. Too many thoughts travelling through my head. It’s difficult to control them. Every night I wake up sweating like a pig. Only partly remembering the strange dreams. Sometimes I’m writing them down. It’s not many – elseway I could publish them as a book. It would make a good script for a horror movie.

I have lots of stories about misfortunate affairs with girls. That would also make an interesting movie script. Maybe I should write down those stories.

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