Saturday, December 25, 2010

Dreams again.

#1

Brother died.
Dipole.
Poetry.
Pilot.


I don't get it. Has something to do with a car crash I guess.

#2

WA (warrant of arrest?) of someting.
Running from the cops.
I was with other people.
Hiding place was the roof of our old house in limbaga and foreigners were there wearing costumes.
That was the hint of escape.
But we were hungry.

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