This morning, I’m waking up at 4AM. I want to write about my dreams and I need to do some things for the uni.
I was dreaming that since I’ve been a baby, I’ve been an impulsive monster with three mouths on his belly and one in silver. I have been dreaming that when I’m asleep, I think I’m walking through a city, trying to cross the train tracks while I could actually be having a psychotic attack in a bus to Barcelona, lying in the pathway with my head changing and thee arms fluidly sticking out of me.
I was dreaming that I had certain tasks to do. Things to pursue. Current girlfriends to leave from. Exes to reconnect with. My family, my brother, mother and grandfather in particular are helping me. My mom by driving me through the fields at night when I can’t see, my grandfather by reminding me of the task at hand when I’m unconcentrated. At one of nine sewer pipes he will point to a note between the pipe and my workstation that says “Discipline doesn’t come with the coffee (break), it comes by making long hours at what you’re supposed to be doing”.