Deja-Vu.

Okay, last night I had a strange dream.
It had poems in it.
It was beyond strange, it was insanely odd.
I was asked by a teacher to tell [do you tell a poem?] a poem, and I said I don't have any poems to pull out of my sleeves, and the teacher insisted, and I insisted.
I ended up being really anxious because I didn't have any poems to pull out of my sleeves.

I've had a massive deja vu today at the meeting with the psychologist.
It was so freaky.
I knew I've been there before, including everything, and I have even thought about this scene before, it was freakishly accurate.
Everything was identical to what I have seen before.
Even her fucking words.
Yes, a deja vu with a deja entendu.

I could have sworn to you that I were already in such situation, probably dreamed it before, but never was actually there.
It happens too fucking often and  too fucking real, the most memorable time was when I was dancing, in a library, in Hungary.

I don't want it to happen, I get headaches now, and it's painful.


I'm sorry for not posting, I'm very tired because of my fucked up sleeping that hopefully would get better because today I sleep in my bed.

I just hope for a bearable night.