Uhu.... good morning. Last night I saw a dream that was kind of scary, but in
a totally new way:
I was sorting things out on police station with my mom and dad. My father was
a police and I have no idea what my mother was. But I recall she was pretty
and my dad was handsome detective kind of police. My father annouced that we
need to move the fuck out of our apartment because he is all fucking fed up
with us and the family and had divorce papers on hand. I tried to reason with
him but in vain. I don't recall what other happened since then as the bell
rang...

Well there wasn't too much scary shit there, was there? No. The actually scary
part is that for the first time in the history of my dreams (that I recall) I
wasn't me. I was some other fucking dude, not me. I think my brains are
outsourcing me to some cheaper to upkeep version from america or something. It
was like a fucking tv movie, not a decent dream. I will need brain surgery if
this continues.