Two days before I had a crazy dream. Never had dream like that so I thought it was some induction from Godard or what. I had a brother in my flat and found out he was going mad and damaged some wall in some corridor. The wall was deflected by force and totally out of place, it was in high rise building, dangerous. And he was just silly smiling. So I ran after him somewhere outside and when I catched him, beated him. I came back and it was downtown Manhattan night and at my house there was some strange situation with fireman cars and police on the street around the entrance. Reminded 9/11. And I was just in my pyjama and realized I did not took the key. Finally I was satisfied, because I got managed a bank account of my ex-wife she had when was with me. As she was already in another relationship with a city major or someone like that she did not care about it anymore and I divided money fair half-half and it was nice 45 million dollars for me.
Fucking RIP, man.
