Dreaming

I had three dreams in one cycle.
The first dream were about dreaming (dream in a dream) about long lost dream where were zombies! At the first time I dreamt it we (the humans) won, in the replay* we died on the start because the train worked and it brought many zombies.
Then in the same topic -and the same dream- I've somehow got to be in a something like the city -of the zombies- from the movie "Warm Bodies" [I loved this movie] and it were the city were before the huge wall that blocked zombies.
I died.
And when I dreamt about it I even dreamt that I'm waking up and my dad tells me it's nothing and then zombie came and bwahawah…


Second dream it were about doing some school project that me and another 3 guys did and we did it in the park -our park is in the smaller then our MacDonalds- and the one guy got ran over.
And then it were a slumber party in Maya Gluzberg house.
And I couldn't leave the other guys one waited for his mom and the other just were a -word for describing one who afraid to walk home alone-.
So I finally was bored and sick of it so I left like the first one.
Then when I'm entering to Maya's yard, my mom calls me and saying that they were suppose to pick me up but someone didn't let them.


+++I hope you've been with me long enough so you could now who didn't let+++


So I went in to her room and I asked where my clothes. They didn't answer, I asked again, maya ds signed me with her eyes on the window and the one who didn't let.
I looked through everywhere to make it look real, and then through the window.
My clothes were there on the ground.
I asked maya g to capture it what goon to happen.
I asked the one who didn't let and the same one who fell the clothes.
She said complete answer.
I asked her why.
She didn't answer me.
I asked if she want to hit me.
And complete the sentence before she started "what stopping you?".
Then she hit me and it were all capture, even that I started to hit her.

Here I'm thinking how can someone be afraid from just a fat human.

My friend -Yali- is calling me gorilla, it's a joke since everyone used to insult me and called me a monkey I've decided monkeys are too simple for this well-evoluted-gorilla and that's my nickname if you want to laugh with me and not on me.

I'm not afraid from her, she's from me.
I don't care about her, she cares for me.
She want me as her friend. She'll stay my enemy.



So for being kind I'm recommending the book Matched (I've got it in Hebrew an the second one in English) and the book named a little book of cherished poems from Kay Anne Carson.
My favorite and the first were on page 113 named "summer days".