the free folks

I love to stand in the bus stop at night when my shift ends at ten, and feel the cool air and smell the different trees and bushes. There's a few of them around. Such a relief after having been withered all day long in the office, and trying to keep alive with the aid of fans and air-conditioning but turning them off again and again as they're not the real thing anyhow.
And when I'm waiting out there in the night I can understand why we started to fill up the darkness with funny creatures of our fantasy. One of these days or nights I thought I saw something strange walking there in between the trees. But it was only a couple looking for a place to pee or something else to do. And they didn't sound anything strange, just like people can sound... So in a way I see why some of us prefer to see different creatures instead.
But then in a few minutes I saw a shooting star crossing the velvet sky, and I felt glad again. It's more like a flash on the retina, or like a memory. It's happened and gone before you could realize it. And some say stars are distant and cold. Well, I say they can twinkle to make darkness less dull and they fall for you even if you don't wish.

and the devil may be here

Just like I don't think it does any good when people see all the shit on telly mixed together - action, comedy, horror etc. - and the commercials (well that's good for those who sell things), the same way I don't feel like working as a telephony agent does much good when you have to sound the same under all circumstances, and keep "professional" (I don't believe those who use this word too often would know what they're really talking about). It makes me, at least, feel kind of l had my holiday this year, I was paid my monthly salary so I could pay my bills, I had my days off this week, and I had my coffee in the morning. But if I'd have a bigger health issue again when it would take another few years of treatments and operations, I just don't think I'd be up for all the experimenting once more. Then I'd rather be gone for good... for better or worse haha. Or maybe it's just all the traveling to and back from work when I have way too much time, and only my own company.

a caricature

It's a funny thing, how dreams work, how your mind works. I was just thinking about this the other day. How much I love to sleep right because I can dream then. And I must admit I love my dreams to bits and pieces. Even if they're nightmares. After all it doesn't mean they become less interesting. Maybe on the contrary.
Dreams are also like a good meal or movie. You need to collect all the necessary ingredients before you get the full taste or picture. Now I'm also reading the Sandman comic books again about the Dreamlord and his adventures. That might help with the mixing of the ingredients. At least I'm sure it does influence me. Especially so, as there was a lot about a nightmare there, the Corinthian.
I visited the Leprosy Museum in Bergen about a month ago. And I was quite certain when I saw those illustrations about the patients that they would cause me nightmares. Seems like it took some time. It was only last night that there was a familiar voice in my dream, that came from a completely distorted face. It was all but a roughly scaled bulb with a hole in the middle of it for a mouth.
The funniest thing of all was that the person this voice belonged to, posted some photos on facebook about an exhibition that opened last night. I knew about the opening, but had no idea at all that this person would be there. I wasn't even thinking about her for a very very long time. So it was just as much a shock to wake from that nightmare and to recall her voice coming from that horrible thing, as to see the photos today...
I mean she was the missing link I didn't even know about. Then suddenly she was there in my dream, and so turned up in reality. I mean she's not even a friend of mine on facebook, but one of the artist's whose exhibition opened yesterday. And there are so many people in that company I know both of them from.
Why exactly her? And how come she turned up in my dream right now before I saw her photos? So peculiar.