bad dreams and late-burning candles.

the house has been really quiet...nearly everyone is on vacation or at shittown or the climate camp or anti-fa camp in hamburg so i´ve been drinking a lot of tea and smoking a lot of cigarettes and having bad dreams. the past two nights i´ve woken up to escape them; the night before, i was lying awake but had to finish the dream, this twisted swimming race through the sewer, and couldn´t get out of bed until i´d seen it to completion.

last night i dreamed that there was a flood. at first we thought it would only destroy the bit of xb which was on a separate island, seceded from the rest (the guest house?) but then suddenly the first floor of the house was filling up with water and everyone was trying to grab their things and wake their friends and get out before the water filled up the rest of the house.
i grabbed photos. i thought about taking my computer but it was too heavy. my room had bunk beds and i stood looking wistfully before i walkswam out.

later that night, last night, i was standing on the roof of the building and was working with a devil/skeleton to build an instrument. we had three or four recorders that we stuck together and put his head on the top. it was a competition or an attempt to save something. i blew into the skullrecorder and it cried; then i sucked in as deeply as i could and it sucked out all of my breath and strength and make this piercing screaming noise, somehow faustian.

sleeping is not so comforting anymore.

currently reading..."sabotage cafe" which i found in the kitchen.