Monday, 17 December 2012

Cinema Of Night

In the night from sunday to monday, december 17:

I find myself laying in my bed, on my back, my head a bit to the right. My bed touches the wall on its left and headside. The mattress is very close to my wooden ground.

I open my eyes and look into the faces of two women kneeing on my right side. Close to my chest. Some wisps of their hair break the diffuse orange light from the street coming into my dark room through the narrow path between curtain and wall. Their faces are dark, but I can see some contures. And I can see the few light reflecting in their eyes!

They look at me. The women who is kneeing closer to my head makes a little movement as if she wants to find a better position to sit more comfortable on her legs. In this she bends forward a bit and her slightly tousled hair reacts in the normal physical way! I can hear the sound of her clothes at this moment! This woman smells of existence.

For a while we are looking at each other. Some seconds, then the closer one whisper: "What are you doing?" ("Was machst Du?"). They wait silently a bit. Then both disappear. I needs some moments to understand. Then I straighten and finally stand up to examine my flat.

I can't say, when I really woke up. Maybe at the moment, they "disappeared". Maybe not. There was no feelable break between opening my eyes and now.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Stay Independent

Look, publishers, you'll never get this:

It's unique: my second novel.

Friday, 7 December 2012

Cinema Of Night

Another strange dream while my tired body lay quietly in the bed - I guess.
In the night from thursday to friday, december 7:

All Pigeons Are Gone


The dream is told in seconds: An unknown man and me walked through an unknown city - dry ground, gray cloudy sky without contures. There was no need for warm clothing.

The old man did not lose much time to tell me: "All pigeons are gone!". He had not just discovered it by himself. It was an information, he wanted to give me, and it was the reason for our walk.

I looked around, to the ground, to trees... Exactly, there were no pigeons anymore. Even their white shit points were gone.

I don't know what this shall mean. I'm not interested in pigeons and I've never thought about them. So - who cares, old man? What did you want to tell me by this dream!? Please come again - I'm still thinking about it!