Works of FO

Tonight I had a dream.

I talked with a boy, maybe 8 years old, a camper and I guess I was in the stuff. His mom worked in the drugstore and had free samples of flosses, toothpastes and creams. „Can you get me some?” I asked. He murmured something like „Aks yourself”. And then she showed up. „Hello. Eeemmm, hmmm, mhmhmh … I heard that you worked in the drugstore.” „Yes” she answered, asked something to her son and left. I acted more like a child towards her than that kind did towards me. I tried to forget and started to play with a boy. „I want to pee”. So I helped him, somehow we figured out that he had to pee flying like a plane with the help of my arms and legs. I lied on my back on the small piece of rug and up – he flew and peed. I was balancing him so that he wouldn't pee either on me or the rug. I don't remember if I meneged but I do remember thinking afterwards „Why didn't I help him pee normally? How did it have to look like in front of everybody else?”

I couldn'e even help the boy to pee. Neither talk to his mom about something I really wanted to get that wouldn't even be a problem to her.

It's strange that even in the weirdest dreams one still can feel they believe they are meant for failure.

No, I'm not. No, I'm not. No, I'm not...