I was dreaming this morning. Could be 4a.m.
The dream had begun quite cool:
Karolina Svetla came into my room, then she sat on my chair and kept gazing at me. Wondering, what will happen next, I blinked at her. At that momet rushed in Francesco Petrarca through the window and from the next room came in Komenius with Kosmas. They stood befor my bed and started reading the cahrge:
'Ex officio trusted to us by your teacher Loskot, you are hereby convicted by the court of writers to the death.
Before I realized what the hell is going on, Petrarca and Neruda cought my hands alnd legs so that I could'n struggle (whitch i would not do anyway due to brainstorming-tiredness). Then approached Karolina Svetla, holding the Czech-German 12-books pack vocabulary written by Jungman and hit me in the head.
I was shaked - but alive. More importantly awake. This bloddy dream was over an I saw what has really happend.
The globemap that usually hangs above my bed wasn't hanging anymore. Somehow it had fallne and hit me. It wasnt too early to start studiing so fall asleap again. Sweet dreamless sleep.
When I woke up few hours later, I found the map still lying on me and more suprisingly some peaces of the wall in my right ear. napsal/a: ElV0 13:35 Link