The night in between the two years, what has gone and what still needs to be done, I had a strange dream. It 's the dream of a man, and this man is like a little king, and this little king enters a port. And this door is a strange door, do not open or close anything, does not take anything out and does not contain an inside, a door in the middle of the void, like a door in the desert or the prairie, steppe or desolate, desolate but not sad, this door slapped in the middle there and why it is not known, it is not known. There's this door trivial, there ajar.
I made this weird dream that this little fat guy with the King the red cape and rubinicherubini beyond this door and from that moment, suddenly and without any explanation, from that moment you forget the colors, just all the colors, the existence of all the colors of the world. After it has passed through the door, this strange little king sees all gray.
Then I do not remember very well the thoughts that I did, dreaming.
For example, I think I have been thinking while I was dreaming, because of the time I make the dreams and while I think they both intrinsic to the meaning of the dream, behold, I have thought that the fact that the king has forgotten little fat man of color can mean that is his brain that does not see them more, not that the colors are to be no more. Even when
dreams, this little king, his dreams are without color, that King dreamed in black and white. All of them can still see the colors, but his brain does not see them anymore, and this after it has passed through the door in the middle of nowhere.
It 's a bit a mess dress, for this man, this I remember thinking, because for him, by now, it's all shades of gray, does not see the colors and do not know what to wear. But in reality it is not even that difficult for him to dress in her closet, things have only gray or black, except the red cape, which he sees gray too, but I am sure that it is not Santa Claus ninth. And a king '.
Then I must have made other thoughts, in fact I remember that I made them, I thought of this king without color, with a brain moron. Here, I remember this word, you moron, I was wondering if there was sufficient the of . Then there was the word in deficit, the king in deficit in the brain in that part which should see the colors. This strange word, in deficit, it was very colorful, large, and floated in the air above this nothingness of the desert, or grassland, or steppe, as the words floated in the old desktop when the screensaver was taking, floating, I I looked and I thought the verb in deficit, there goes the ? I thought the verb in deficit while floating in front of me, with the king moron the and the door on anything about this strange dream.
I also thought, while making this dream at the time the other night I was at the cinema and watched the movie that is in fashion now, TRON, what treddì, Sisi, I started thinking about that movie there, as I watched him with glasses treddì looked like an old woman who sees the world a bit 'with glasses and a little' no, if that makes them fall on your nose and watch from above, and also looks at everyone in the cinema with her other hand, are sitting upright and comfortable and they look very natural on film. Just me, perhaps I have some misgivings in view, as a feel tense, uncomfortable. Relax! I thought, let go and see who's better, Yet nothing, perhaps because my brain has trouble seeing things with glasses treddì that discomfort, see everything a bit 'blurred, unable to enjoy the famous treddì.
Maybe I also thought, while making the dream of the king, that my brain with the in deficit, it is deficient in treddì watch movies, and the word in deficit hovered in front of me, as if to say something, I do not know what.
colors but I see them, I thought.
Then I woke from the dream of the king whose brain does not see the colors.
was four o'clock at night.
Bah, I thought.
Then I made an important reflection: I spent the day riding on two different years in bed for a rave fever and bone pain, I could not share the joy of these delusions.
If you think this story makes sense, this story of a king fat that goes beyond a door in the middle of nowhere and from that moment his deficient brain is unable to see the colors, a little 'how to understand my treddì , well, if you make this argument, know that they make big mistakes. Sense of this story has none.
Miss, can now start counting backwards.
Actually it says the countdown.
Miss, can now start the countdown.
But this thing has not sense.
Just like this post.
Happy 2011 to everyone that I had not said yet. What screanzata.
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