My credit card got canceled because of being 3 Euros over the limit.
There is a man who tortures a girl by sticking a syringe’s needle in her chin to make her look like she’s an addict. She cries and can’t do anything, he disfigures her badly. Nobody believes her.
I stand at a crossroads with a ridiculous almost children trike like motorcycle - low seat, huge handle bars - I can hardly grab those properly. I think it’s green, want to go, then last minute I realize it’s red. An SF cop on his dirt bike is nearby. Stops in the middle of the crossroads, stops all cars, holds a general lecture, tells me personally to back off to the waiting line again. When he’s finished, he zooms by and calls me a “fucking loser”. I look after him, nervous and distracted, start driving into the crossroads and suddenly realize it was red for me again. Cars from the right side drive into the crossroads, brakes screeching, I almost get run over. I wake up.
Hey, ist echt ein gestörter Traum aber mach dir nichts draus, es sind hin und wieder mal zeiten, wo mach echt an seiner psyche zweifelt aber everythings gonna be alright…
ps: ein wenig psycho klingts schon…
Na dann alles gute mein Freund.
Grüsse aus Germany