Lucid Dream

6.00 am - wake up from an unpleasant sleep.

the day remains the same. Taking a cold, cold bath. It's bitter. the water feels like thousand needles piercing my back. I can't remember the last time morning gets this cold. Irritating. Yes, irritating. get my ass off the shower, Brush my teeth, shave, so on. The wardrobe looks like a black Ghoulish thing on the corner of my room. Take a glance inside. Red, white, black, gray, more black, more white, denim. White suits me today, i think.

8.00 am - workspace. Reeks aerosol.

Plump of clays sitting innocently on the desk. I start cutting it, carving it, drying it, painting it, drying it again, and voila.

It's a good toy, i guess.

13.00 pm - lunch break.

Streets are empty. It's weird. Oh, maybe because it's Monday. Take a little walk to warteg. Yes. WARTEG. It's a place for underclasses to gather and share their problems. The foods aren't bad. They just too cold.

Speaking of cold, it brings me some disturbing feelings about this morning.

Stomach is full. Take some drags. and go back to work.

14.30 pm - workspace.

It's all the same.

19.00 pm - computer. online.

It's relieving to see friends enjoying their lives. Well, some of them don't. But overall life's been fun for them. I'm glad to see that. I have one of them asking me "how about yours?" and i said it's quite fun. Refresh my mind with some games and shit. Well, being online is the most fun activities beside working and having sex.

00.00 am - bed. Headache.

Darkness finally devour the last of the lights as i turn off the bed lamp. It's been a tiring day.

But will it end now?

Will this day end?

I've been dreaming like this for a long, long time.

It keeps repeating itself.

Help me. Save me.

Wake me up.

Wake me up for real.