Yeah I think about dreams, funny sometimes ... ogłupiają sometimes, often blinds, almost always otępiają sober, thoughtful look ... and Why? Brazenly accompany the memories and with them together matzah, Mac, Mac! Lie to the contrary. Innocent man is happily and successfully for other reasons, but they are his, that nooo! That causes what inneego!. I will persuade me here and, even worse, with success. But it was something I did not play. Some overly pustoproste that it was all ... And I do not want their grandchildren's just dub smalonych compliment. Well, I say to myself, why these dreams? To before bedtime might not be bored? In order to deceive? To enjoy the "goodies"? phi. And, ugh!, I say. Like so: ugh! Or maybe I want to enjoy life, not a bier ...!! 
Such a dialogue resulting in the alley I got gray. I'm coming and the alley (gray). Ooo, no. I told him yes, and he just me? De-sac? Trysnęły me salty water fountains and given up. Because I have no strength, for I am poor, for I am weak, alone, at the end of the world. Basta. Their Sprech Niet. Surprised own reflection, it stimulated and on top of it subcutaneously happy, I sat. I przysiedziałam little. It was dark, some odd individuals to krzątały, but I ... enough said? I said. That and I fear I have, if everything does not make sense, all over, vulgar punch line was my weak jestusia eventually. Beautifully. Quite wonderfully. Mutiny on the board! That felt like a 16-year-old revolutionist, who lived with my family several years ago and apparently has caused confusion goodies ... Coming back: I am sitting in the lane. Gray. And I think, what is punished just struck me. As bad luck is bad luck, like the hill, just like Sisyphus (the band that means). I dream a Mac, and I want to dream, because my head - my business, and nothing to anyone. Rabies took me by the fountain and the fountain is fed by rabies, and I was lying on (because in the meantime from a sitting position to lying transformed.) Transformation, therefore, arisen. Occurred. And let no one deny weighs no, because I tried to. It worked. And what ... it's the will of heaven, and so on. I am after all, I am so helpless, impotent fair head that for anything for granted any increase would be, and in vain, why waste your strength, since this will lower ... eba? It's calmed down a little leżę.To. This in turn roar, that is, the other thing that I do myself dreaming that I lie and how much no one even thought to myself not to get me to pick up and carry it to the sky in the Dionysian feast or something. Incomprehensible. Offended so regularly. Well, Sir, I was so old!
Everything would have ended just as it is announced, but it realized jakiemś miracle to me that way just made a mistake and I climbed to the top bad. Dreams you misunderstood. Mixed up, nasty. And so many tears! And here too small pebbles into a jar wsypywałam and another moment, and I would forget that first they have to put there more, then smaller, then sand and water at the end. Utilitarian meaning of dreams is not discovered, the more sense memories (except for "a lesson for the future"). I guess it is such crayons, ot are. Pastels, or cus ...
To se them for a walk and took pictures I went to do some strengthening of memories. And guess what? From all this a dream come true. Oh yes, - accidentally ...
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