virtual disorder

i was in metz, which was a small town on the side of a mountain. it looked wonderful with its churches and castles, mountains and vineyards. me and my father were driving along a road, to a theatre. i still remember how beautiful the setting sun looked, it even made my heart beat faster. ''the setting sun made my heart beat faster'', i wrote. when we were on top of the mountain, standing in front of the theatre in a queue, two men entered a house right next to me. they were wearing those supercute ballerina dresses. one was black, the other one white. the collar's were so low you could see their nipples. the walls of the house were glass so when they entered the house i could see them tearing each-other's dresses off. they started to make banana-milkshakes. it all looked like an artistic non-hollywood movie.

when i woke up, i was shocked; i write even in my dreams, even though what i wrote was ridiculous.