Three days ago I dreamed that I was a character played by Ashton Cush a nightmare-sexual film type coral. The last scene I remember happening in the back of a limousine. I was with several friends (all played by young specialists in buddy movies) and some beggars who gathered in the street. We pursued a patrol car by kicking have demolished a wall of separation between rooms in a multiplex X.
A young junkie hustler I do not know about anything wants to feed me and I'm taking la cabeza por el techo corredizo mientras vomito todo el alcohol y los tranquilizantes que me hicieron tragar al meterme en el coche. Como espectador la película me está encantando, aunque no puedo prestarle toda la atención que me gustaría, ya que lo estoy pasando realmente mal entre las arcadas, el ruido de las sirenas, las risas de mis amigotes y las maniobras del chapero tratando de sacarme por la bragueta la polla aplastada por los jeans .
Ayer soñé que era un personaje en una serie española ambientada en un poblado fortificado del viejo oeste americano. El poblado estaba habitado únicamente por ciegos y yo era un empleado del banco. Al principio mi drama particular was that I was not really blind, but had to pretend. As the dream progressed, I (as a spectator, not participant) I realized that in fact there was no blind in the town, all we acted like such a paranoid way and inexplicable. In any case we were all locked up there, being guarded by mercenaries hired by someone we did not know and we had very little contact with the outside. When I woke reminded that all members of the secret order in which I was active in the underground had paid a bounty hunter played by Johnny Cash to help us to dock our own bank.
Valentina Tereshkova
yelled at me today as I've seen occur around the room in his pajamas and stubble. Must be astonished to be alive with a star.
