I keep a log where I write down all my dreams. I haven’t actually published anything I wrote down in there, but, I saw this entry and thought I should publish it.

The following entry was written in the 1st of August, 2006.

I went to see my old house.

I passed through a bad neighborhood, and saw the burning of communist flags, and thought how bad they’re treated. (Afternote: I was passing through a pretty tough neighborhood.)

Then I got into the building, and told Judy (a person I never knew existed), who apparentaly was the guard who guarded the exit from the elevator and convinced her to let me go past her. I told her my name and she didn’t remember me. I got out of the building and got back, and she wasn’t there. Interesting, so I went to the right door, and listened. I heard my mom talking to some more people. When I opened the door, nothing. They weren’t there.