"And their bombs and their guns, in your head, in your head, they are dying."

[nausicaa83]

Sometimes I think my subconscious hates me. That's the only possible explanation for the horrible nightmares I often have. Last night I had one of the cruelest ones. I dreamed my sister was still alive, and we were living together, and it made perfect sense that she still looked 15 while I was 27, and I was so happy, and then she got sick. She had all those symptoms I remember so excruciatingly well, and when the ambulance came, my alarm went off.

I'm no expert, but is there a reason why my inner mind likes so much to torture me?

Anyway, when I'm feeling angry or shaken, there's only one thing that calms me down. Ironing while listening to the stereo with the volume seriously cranked up. Luckly I had a pile of laundry to iron, so two hours and a half later I'm feeling much better.

And now, warm shower and lunch.