[broken link! FIXME] I awoke from a dream in the middle of the night, last night. I was dreaming that I was… dead. Or nearly dead. I was like a skeleton. I was in house or mansion with other skeletons. They were complaining about the lack of healthcare, and the poor food, and their depressing "retirements."
I kept wandering the halls aimlessly. It was like the mental hospital in the awesome Korean movie 싸이보그지만 괜찮아 (I'm a cyborg, but that's ok). Some of people were speaking Korean, too.
There was a buddhist monk sitting very still in the middle of an empty room. I said to him, "why am I so old?" He said nothing.
I looked at a calander on the wall – it was Korean. But the year said 2069. That would make me… 104 years old – in the dream. Really? Why am I thinking of this? Why do I feel like a skeleton? Why do I feel so sad? Am I feeling old?
I woke up. I had trouble sleeping again.
What I'm listening to, right now.
Wado featuring Curumin, "Esqueleto Samba 808." I selected the song because of the dream, not the other way around. The lyrics (quite simple).
agradeci, agradeci o amor
e o esqueleto de uma folha seca
voa, voa, voa ao solagrade o amor
a folha seca
agrade o amor
a maravilha seca
I walked home in the rain. I feel tired, because of not sleeping well, last night. So good night.