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26. März 2004, 16:33
Dreams...
I am in Riga, in some kind of a cellar-restaurant. It is rather dark there and full of smoke. I sit at a long table with a lot of friends of yours, but it seems, you are not here. I cannot recognize you. But I also cannot recognize the faces of your friends. Maybe because I don't (dare?) look at their faces or they simply don't have any faces. They talk and talk, I am not able to understand, what about. A friend of yours come to me and talk to me, but I don't understand him. But it sounds not friendly. I feel, this is a rather dangerous situation...I am frightening a bit.
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I am at my old home. In my old children's room. I sit at the table and read some paper. In that paper there is a picture like the Yahoo-Messenger window. Two friends are named there as same as in real, both in bold but with different nicknames than in reality. But no one talks to me, although I wished it very much.
Suddenly you enter the room. Without any word or greeting you go straight to the other side of the table and sit down there. I look at you all the time, but you don't talk to me. I wanted to talk anything, but I am simply not able to do so. Now you look at me, too, but you still don't talk to me. Inside me I cry, I scream - but I cannot do anything!
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jansichten - 2. Mär, 16:18
26. März 2004, 21:26
Zasranka:I wanted to talk anything, but I am simply not able to do so...................................................................................................................