So sinister, so sinister.

I am just a small toddler, I am crawling through the little flat I used to live in, until I moved when I was 3 years old.

There's heater under the window.
Somehow I miraculously manage to climb on it.
I jump through the window and fall down, to the pavement.
I get up to my four and go in.
I climb the stairs back up to my flat.
And jump from the window all over again.

This dream always returns to me.
It's scary.
And it just repeats until one fall wakes me up.
Probably that fall would kill me in that dream, if it wouldn't wake me up.

But you can't die in a dream.
You don't have to exist in a dream, you don't have to be alive in a dream.
But you cannot lose your conscience in a dream.
It would simply wake you up.
And sometimes it does.
But it's always in the morning.
And people dream all night, every night - but the only dreams they remember are those from the mornings.
But how come that you just don't get into a situation that would wake you up in the middle of the night?

Dreams tell quite a lot about people.
One of my friends keeps committing suicide in her dreams.
She seems happy; but she is very cynical about certain things.
That is quite paradoxical, ain't it?


I've been basically doing 2 things this week, not including today: learning and sleeping. No time for anything else.