We're walking along a cliff and I know I have made an impact in this person's life. Yet, I don't know much about him and in fact I don't even really know how we know each other or have this connection. He has three children and I don't know how old they are. He tells me that I have helped him think differently and in a way he has never done before. My mind is racing and I still know nothing about this person. I don't even know how old his children are or how I have helped him. I feel happy and am completely ignorant of the circumstance that brought us here.

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Imagining things...

The eyesore of the month.
And something quite the opposite .
It was a most beautiful day in 1997.
Ah, to become better at this sport.
If you have visited this place - please write me! But then again, I'd rather be here .

While awake...

This is a wonderful children's book that I loved as a child.
A TV series that I absolutely love. I wanted to have a tree like the one in the TV series.
And don't forget about Bamse the world's strongest bear!
Sometimes Alfons was afraid of the dark...

Someone named Josefina deserves a Nobel Price for collecting all that '80s nostalgia. I love it!

While awake...

Thrown back in time...

They used to copy the games onto BASF cassette tapes, and when they played them in a regular cassette tape player all you could hear were beeps and odd noise. I loved to watch them play C64 right after school. Can it be any more '80s than to hear these MP3 remakes of C64 tunes?

I am standing on grandma's yard. I look up at the sky and see an airshow take place. There are many and different kinds of small propeller planes. I feel like waving to one of them. Then I see how a white, very small plane begins spiraling down toward me and the ground. Some 30-40 yards above grandma's rooftop the pilot pulls back and curves up toward the sky again. I can see the pilot very clearly. He is wearing a white helmet. I think he saw me waving at him and he decided to show me some tricks. It is all very exciting and I can see everything very clearly.

Later on I go to congratulate the pilots, who have now stationed themselves on the edge of grandma's lawn in small huts, but notice that my mouth is filled with sticky chewing gum, which makes it difficult for me to talk.

I have fever and D is coming to visit.

J has just come back from M. I am not sure I knew that's where she went - because she did not tell anyone. Her hair is now shorter and she wears it in large curls that make her look sophisticated. I begin my careful inquiry of where she has been and what she did, and I get surprisingly many answers.

I am in a city. Something isn't right.

While awake...

I am reading this as recommended by A.

While awake...

Wendy Ortiz also lives a fascinating life while asleep...

... and others while surfing in Malibu!

While awake...

Evening Stillness

Feel how near Reality lives.
She breathes close by
on still evenings.
Perhaps she shows herself when nobody realises.

The sun glides over grass and rock.
In her silent game
is the spirit of life hidden.
Never was he so near as this evening.

I met a stranger, who was silent.
If I had stretched out my hand,
I would have brushed against his soul,
as we passed each other with timid steps.

(Karin Boye)