I actually had my weirdest dream last night. Imagine the best Steven Seagal movie, only with a handsome and charismatic protagonist. Imagine the sight that you see an airfield and there’s a plane, which most probably has crashed into the runway and right next to it is a helicopter also broken to pieces. There is debris everywhere, the asphalt is covered with a layer of blue bits and pieces and well, some that are of another colour as well.
Right next to the airfield there’s a sort of a house or something like that, which is the actual destination. There are people I know, several to be honest and a love story evolves ending up with a plan. Plan that contains Spain for some strange reason, but nevertheless, it seems like a perfect plan. The person seems like a perfect person, so that no-one even doesn’t seem to care about the apocalypse that’s happening barely 50 metres from them. Meanwhile the planes keep crashing, I open the glass door that leads to the porch which has a good view on the airfield (hmm… think of the real-estate commercial for that!) but yea, another plane lands strangely and suddenly I understand why, there is another plane on the runway, well something that at least once was a plane and the aforementioned one crashes into it. The girl gets ready for leaving, before which the protagonist and the girl kiss and the girl disappears to a room in the house.
For some strange reason the plot continues some couple hundred metres from the house, when during a totally pointless conversation a plane crashes into the house. The girl is killed, mostly due to the fact that the plane crashed into the same house that she was in.
It all ends in tears, tears and rain and there is not a single ray of hope for the protagonist. Sad. Kind of Bambi’ish.
Try and tell me now that I ain’t strange. I just am, but it was just so beautiful and sad at the same time that I had to share. Besides all those crashes are quite topical for the last few days.
And another thing, I think I have done something really bad to someone lately because this karma-debt is simply unbelievable. I thought of it and from now on I am not going to mock anyone whose name is Jon or who has a stupid lisp like Kari or anyone who fornicates with mister Swing. Honestly this is the last time, well, no, probably it isn’t but eh, what else can I do but try. So have fun J as I intend to treat you as good as you deserve it. Besides, Marie can take care of making the lives of the other people who have tremendous karma-debts horrible. Please ?
BTW. When Kari asked how’s life in Tallinn I answered in one sentence. Nothing special you might think, well, the sentence contained the word “fuck” in some form for 6-8 times.
hn.
