During my internship there were slots in which I wasn't busy and no one had anything to do for me, so I did what I always do when I am bored...I look through the stuff I have already written.
I assume many of you know I am a writer, but only few the extents of my writing obsession. On my computer, I have loads and loads of manuscripts, thoughts, poems and songs which are mostly unfinished and mostly will remain unfinished. However, I encountered some interesting stuff which will never be published (because it is rubbish and even though you might doubt it, but not everything I write is brilliant) but sits in my files, crying for attention. Having a blog in which I can share even the stupidest and worst details of my life, I decided to share some content with you which - and I can guarantee you that - you will never find anywhere else than on this website. I dream. Like everyone else does, I guess. However, I have pretty vivid and absurd dreams and sometimes, when they bother me, I write them down to get them out of my head. I found a dream recount on my laptop featuring me, a werewolf, my sister (older, if you were wondering) and a can of Coca Cola. Interested? Well, then read on. And for the records and to avoid stupid comments on that (though I would still be interested to read them on my Facebook page), yes, I do dream in verse form. I dreamed a dream There was a path. Lined with trees, And the ground was sand and gravel. You had to go downhill and reached a spiral which was embellished with yellow flowers. I was on my way with a werewolf He was handsome and fast. We went to a house… Although we weren’t a couple, We walked embraced. We entered the house and I said to him, He had to come with me, As I was too afraid to walk on my own. Everyone was avoiding us, apparently they all knew What he was. The inner walls were made of stone, Unfinished stone. It was dark and people were wandering about everywhere. The werewolf was carrying me on his back. He was very strong. At some point, we came into a lounge And in it was my sister. Apparently these people were in an order, And I was freaked out about That she was in that order, too. She was sitting there, laughing and talking. We went on, But there was nothing there. Disappointed, the werewolf and I returned. When we reached the exit, My sister was there again. I asked her how she had come here so quickly And she winked at me. “Don’t you know anymore?” she asked me And I remembered. The parking space. There had been some sort of slide When we had entered the little room Of which we didn’t get out anymore. Back then, we had been hunted But we had found a porthole From which he had reached the parking space And from where you could flee the house. The parking space was huge. The werewolf also had given me his Coca Cola. Leave your comments or share your dreams on Facebook.
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