Days and nights when I don't dream are good days.
Today wasn't a good one. Had a dream that ruined my sleep and left with a residue of annoyance and leading me towards despair.
The dream had teenage J behaving like bratty kid. He had to open the back to door to enter the car but instead jumps into the backseat through the window. In the process his feet hit a man in white with a red and white checkered head scarf.
The man asks J to apologise. The brat diesn't. So he takes J's shoes and cuts through them. I see J scream out as if it affects his mental state and I can't do anything to stop that whole thing from playing out.
That's when I woke up.
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