Desperately needing a psychologist/psychiatric to interpret a dream:
"Me, him, the other one. My family, my aunt and cousins. My uncle. Everybody is in our old home in Iran. The only one that sees the incongruence of this scenario is me and I am scared to death that something crazy will happen soon. Everybody is discussing a card game.
I need a gown and end up shopping with the sis. Only one black dress that could work. No dressing room but an angust bathroom.
We need to escape: something crazy is going on. We are now closed in this old stone building. We finally find a way out from a half-destroyed basement, but it is another dimension populated by huge weird green men. My dad decides that he is going out anyway. I end up at the top of a huge tower/chimney that is the only way to get back inside the building and go find help from the gown-shop!!!! The chimney is half a kilometer high and I have to crawl inside. The last look before getting in: the land of the green men is getting covered by tombs...and the green men are marching in platoons."

The phone rings
-"hello?" :)
-"Hi, can I speak to ... ?" sweet female voice asks me.
-"No, he is not home right now. Do you want to live a message?" :|
-"No, I will just call him later." the voice answers even more mellifluous.
-"Hmmm..." :?
Click. Communication interrupted.

- three women in a room.
- a green tank in the library.
- a chocolate on my desk.

The phone is ringing. i know it is him. i should answer, but call me a coward, i won't. Don't want to speak to anyone right now.

Damn me, i did it again. Stumbled and fell into it. Why? i'm still asking myself why. No answer so far. stupid me. Exactly like that: stumbled and fell into the "Do not enter. Private property". Not that i do it on purpose. Could it simply be that i care too much about people?

You used me. I used you. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. There should be no hard feelings. Only if I could get you to admit that you used me too.

Do you know love?

Once I told a friend of mine, who fancied himself in love with me, "You don't know love till when it is love and loved."
He told me it was so much true when he went through it too.
So, wait. Wait till you have such a love. I know you'd like saying "No. I have loved. It was true." Just wait a bit, a bit longer. When you know yourself better. When life knows you better. When you love with your heart and soul, but also every day and night. When you'll live your love and life and you will say "I love my life:it is all you".

Does it happen to you too that U think U know someone...and others talk about him and U get more and more convinced that U know him?! U know him from somewhere?!
And everytime something more is added to the picture, the more you get convinced that U know, U met,...
And then one day...something is added to all the rest and makes you think "and if it is not?" and then U go back, step by step and memory by memory and you see. You see that it was not, that everytime there was something that said it wasn't, it couldn't, it could never have been.
You feel a bit a fool.
I should have felt a fool, but instead I just smiled :) I knew I didn't know this person, but I have finally discovered who I have been reminded of all this time.

- Honey, I'm talking to you!
- Listening!
- Listening?!!! You're about ten feet ahead of me.
- So what? It's so quiet, I could hear you from the other side of campus!
- You don't understand. I mean walk with me!
- You walk too slowly!
- What's the rush for?
- Nothing. I get bored and tired when I walk slowly. Why don't you walk a little faster?
- I'm enjoying myself.
- Well so am I!
- No, you're tense. Relax!
- I'm relaxed. I just like to walk fast.
- It's impolite to walk fast when you're walking with someone.
- Did you just call me rude?
- I said impolite.
- What's the difference?
- There's a difference.
- What is it?
And that shows how stupid we were for walking together in the first place.

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too many posts I would like to write, but there is no title to them. Then I find one and it seems to me it works. So I write the post and at the end I discover I have been writing about so many other things. Shall I just go back and re-name it? Aaaah, it would take too much time to think of a new title. So the post sits there, looking at me with its unblinking eyes and I feel a bit guilty that I have given it a name it didn't deserve. So I just go back and delete the title. Or sometimes just make it a few points: like those game where U have to guess what is word or a fill in the blanks.

I'm here. I just got home. Pretty tired actually after a LONG day. Fun though! The name thing is easy to fix I guess. It just needs a minor change in the template. I can take care of it. No need to ask the guys!!! You can invite them though. I'll look at the templates this very minute. I'll try to pick one and let you guys know.

Hey... BTW, each post comes out with the name of the writer. Is there a way to make it anonymous or shall we live with it?

Yeah yeah yeah....
And here is the second post!
How U' doin'?!
(Right now I am going a bit nuts. Is that obvious?!)
I am going to check the template right now ;)