They say the morning is when inspiration comes

andres256

December 11th, 11:50

Maybe you slam back a cup of black hot coffee. Maybe you shower the morning away only to realize you're drowned in inspiration.
That coffee smacking you up and down. The coffee surging through your core. Not your abs but through your being.
An egg smells in the morning. The grease sizzles pops and otherwise heats the black pan. Music blares super loud through your Seinhauser headphones.Lyrics blow through your ears at a very high decibel.
This is inspiration. This is the smell of the morning.
Fuck!
You remember you're not a morning person.
Let's start. Your brain tells you.

Last night or the night before I had a dream. This seems like a re-occuring dream. It takes place outside someone's house. Way, way, way, high up on a  hill. The immersion is very palpable. My best friend Jon Montoya is in the dream. There is a white and very made out white house. So new that it looks like it has been there just today. There is a crazy fucking guy that is Russian. He screams something and throws out a sandwich ball. Except, it is privy to whatever Russians eat. He hurls it out of the window and the bread and lettuce and whatever meat blast the pavement. Like an egg that has been thrown on the ground. Next is a car pulls up but no one gets up. It is my car and I can clearly see over the hill. Next, oh next, is me running through someone's house but making it to the living room. Then running away out to the front door. Except, that goddamn door is fucking locked. I hear footsteps and can't really move. Someone is home. I don't hear screams or shouts but a person's voice. Then I am transported outside near my friend and I yell "We need to get down there."
The dream ends.
What in the fuck? Twice, I have had this dream. There is no conclusion for it. It freaks me out. No violence just a weird russian with a sandwich ball. Just a door I can't open. "We need to go down there."
What does it mean?
Is there something in my life I can't fucking open.Who is the Russian man? Is there some Russian person that holds uber significance? Is he warning me buy throwing his sandwich ball out of his window? Is he trying to tell me to learn some Russian.
I am not sure but it is madness and it is beyond

-V