That’s my diag-nonsense. What’s yours?

That’s my diag-nonsense. What’s yours?

No one says sleep is going to bring me down to Happyfriendlyst.

I close my eyes with the cosy tone of Tom Odell's music, but in the fifth sleep phase, everything is back in action at full speed.

The sun of the kingdom of dreams, taking the position at the very centre of the blue arc, in the backyard of my parents' house, there's a 60's party, with homemade wine and home-made biscuits.
I am surrounded by friends from the student days and teachers of all my subjects. Even the sexiest marketing genius, whose surname we escalated daily an infinite number of times. Those who had left the planet of the earth before the appointed time, the order of God's grace, was there as well. Apparently, all my dreams are always full of corpses. In the whole beautiful scenery, there was a lack of one single essential element - gravity. However, as in all my unpleasant dreams after the adrenalin tsunami, nobody paid attention to the lack of gravity, they just were spending time holding into the garden trees whose roots penetrated very deeply into the planet's epidermis (can the epidermis be deep: D). Only their words were not vibrated by air, but in the letters that came up when making sentences. And I tried to tell to everyone was:

- People, there is something wrong with the world!!!

- What a beautiful day, innit, my dear? Please, give me another ecler, - A Lithuanian language teacher with a make-up overdose and pedagogical sweater stroked my hair with her bone-hand and letters fell out from her mouth.

Then I woke up. I swear, I never ever felt so much joy in gravity before in life.

Are you lost in your dreams as well?

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