Snehk's Dreamlands

Fragment

It was an early morning. I was standing in front of the door to my uncle's house, waiting until he opens them. My uncle opened the door, and suddenly frost gathered on everything around. I felt strong and unusual coldness on my hands, took out gloves out of my pocket and put them on. They didn't helped even a little.

Dream

I was in my room. It was cloudy late afternoon. I was lying on my bed with a glass of tea. I was drinking it upside-downm sipping just a little every time. I drank whole tea, then went on to play a really entertaining game on my laptop. It was a 2D game with a top-down perspective. I was running straight a road between settlements, fighting monsters. My younger sister disturbed me from time to time, playing a guitar from time to time. I had to rush into next save point, as heavy, dark clouds gathered on the sky. I killed last creature and saved the game, turned the laptop off and looked at the sky through the window - storm clouds were moving quickly and powerful lightnings shot across the sky.

It was middle of the night. I was sitting near a desk with paper and whole jug of tea. I was writing a speech for a lecture. It started from history of hunting traditions, going through thoughts about holocaust, WWII era economy, and ending with criticism of feminism. The whole work was full of chauvinism, Marxism and God only knows what. During writing I drank hectolitres of tea, and in the end when I saw what I've written I almost threwn the desk through a window.