Sen had dramatic. Sure of overeating, with fatigue, or some dramatic reading. The dream was full of chases, interrogations, investigations and fight for life. Came across from a hearing at the hearing, somebody's eyes light up a lamp, someone tugged, the prisoner threw, he threatened a gun. Escaped death by a hair. Finally, a transport to another hearing can be reassured that, this time for sure, I lose my life. I knew that this time, it will not only threat that I have a break, but that this time, the gun, so far used as a bogey, burned into my head.
I sit at the barred window who drives my car and I look at the world. Auto Telepi the bumps, floats lazily through the window of time. Somehow Buro gray, winter and muddy. I look in the knowledge that this last view of my life. I lift my eyes up to heaven. And there at the top of a guy like myself, holding a full laces, to the end of which they are attached all the actors of this event, including and myself. All of a sudden comes to me that I'm a puppet that moves someone up there does not even specifically with the hide, so that I still have not seen. And the artist that drives me, I am, of course, myself.
And so goes the dream, and life begins. A force of almost exactly the same.
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