Last night was full of dreams, unsettling dreams.....
A sort of ceramic container could hold the old (white, blue trimmed, like Moroccan Tagine, only more slender), a younger couple dropped the container, the old man in the container....
passing some sort of custom, got my name recognized? Some sort of draws, the drawer wandered how I got my name drawn twice... it was not my doing.... (the draw was about watching some video, and clicking some button (not myself), and my name appear)
Some fog coming. Opening some plastic teeth gate...
I also dreamt about my story, but then I forgot...
There was a certain sense of crisis but it was hard to put down on words...
Some volcanic or other explosion, knocking off most power in the world, I lied on somewhere similar to central park, watching the lights turn off from the dark grey buildings, some bikes almost ran over me, and then a large group of street kids challenge me to fight.
