Touch.

Another sweet dream. As usual, I found myself right in the middle of it, sitting at the table somewhere outside with my favourite Indian boy on my left, and he was so close, so close, touching me, touching my arms, my neck, my shoulders, my hair. It was unbearably sweet - a torture. How I would have loved to imprint myself on his body.

I am living fully in my dreams.

U2 forevaaaaaah!

One of the most exciting shows I have ever seen: U2 under the rain, in Moscow. God, I have no words to describe this miracle, these huge drops of water, this unity of people singing in the rain.

Fuck Buttons? I kept listening to them for two weeks, excellent album, except track 2. Well, nothing is perfect, is it?



But as of now, everything is covered in the huge wave named U2 tsunami. I cannot listen to anything esle. I do not want to listen to anything else.

Another dream.

Another dream. DB was telling me, that he had a dream about me. I said, how strange, I had a dream about you, too. I saw your passport in my dream. So strange, he said, I saw YOUR passport in my dream.

Passports. Will I travel soon?

Dream.

I had a dream last night that I was kissing Mark [in the shower!!]
It felt passionate yet surprisingly comfortable, like coming home.

I woke up regretting that that was just a dream.

Snow.

Another Nytol. I had a dream that it was snowing. And when I looked out of the window, the Earth was covered in dirty snow.

Sleep.

I could hardly open my eyes today after a sleeping pill yesteray. They recommend at least 8 hours of sleep, what a joke, I hardly get 7 hours a night, hardly ever. So getting myself out of the lull was enormously difficult. But the sleep was fantastic. So black and uneventful and dreamless. A sleep to die for.

P.S. My favourite activity would still be sleeping, if you ask.