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bad sleep

sunday night to monday morning, May 9 to May 10 2010
bad sleep. I couldn't sleep for hours eventhough I was sleepy, and then nightmare came to pull me down, had a fight, I won (if not I wouldn't be writing here right now). I went to bed at 11:50 P.M and at 01:30 I was already outside the room because of the nightmare.  After drinking water, several minutes later I came back to bed. I got bad atshma attack. But I pretended like I was okay because Jessica was in the same bed with me. That atshma fucking hurt that it continued in my dream. Because of that atshma attack, at 5 A.M I already woke up.
My dream had a sign of big luck anyway. It has been a long time since I swim in my dream. Yes I swam, in a hotel swimming pool. Me, Irin, Nindi, some guys, Wannes were comittees of a congres. I had two rings: blue and dark purple (this one is very cool), my old cell phone (that Gempar broke), and a purple wallet, bright purple, small wallet. I swam alone and that was fun. I saw Irin just got up out of the swimming pool, dried her self with a towel Ewing brought. I kept on swimming.
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