Archive for August, 2010
Dream from last night: “For some strange and to me unknown reason I had to move out of my house and was in search for a shared apartment. I took a good look through the papers and found an offer that sounded rather good. I called them, we had a chat and they agreed to send some pics which looked fantastic too. The decision was made, I took the apartment, apparently without every actually being there. Everything seemed to be alright in the first place so I decided I’ll be all good then. When I finally arrived everything felt strange although the house was pretty nice. I rang the bell. A nice old chap opened the door and let me in. We had a short chat and he showed me the room where to my surprise a big party was going on. Everyone seemed to be around 16-18 years old and as far as I was concerned there was no place on earth where I wanted to be less than in that room. Suddenly a young guy approached me and said he was Blablabla and that he was so exited we are living together now, in the same room. I turned around and directly left.”
I woke up with a big question mark floating over my head.
“I have not, in the 23 years that I have been in the uniformed services of the United States of America, ever violated an order. Not one.”
I recently deleted my Facebook account. From now on you might have to poke me in real life. Yeah.