Big room, light, wood, I leave that room and come in a smaller one. Something about the letters of the alphabet. Our alphabet. I leave the letters behind, though not finished yet. Every letter is decorated or something has been done to done, except for a few. The alphabet is also not complete. The letters are big. I suppose they are on the floor, spread out, but not real, even in the dream only in my imagination. Me and someone else in the room. I work alone.
2. Gatsby
Maybe something about the Great Gatsby.
Yesterday I was tired the whole day because I had to get up early. I was too exhausted to sleep. I went to bed at 11pm, but did not get sleep. I got out of bed twice, and only slept in at 2am. I was aware of dreaming but did not want to burden myself with the effort of memorizing or taking notes. I almost had nothing. Just before the last fragments were fleeting I decided I should at least keep that memory. That was the big letters of the alphabet.
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