There are things that are unclear to us doubtful but at the same time we take the word of those who present it to us as the only true truth.
I was convinced of this when I looked at the calendar this morning which convinced me that today was Saturday but it felt like it was the middle of the week, that between Monday and Thursday when you want to rest, but a bunch of unfinished tasks hangs over your head and convinces me that you need to continue to work regardless of fatigue otherwise they will fall on your head.
This feeling probably arose from a sleepless night.
No, of course it was possible to sleep, but it’s difficult when there are several voices and like a mournful symphony orchestra that performs a suite of some of our contemporary in the style... probably such a style has not yet been invented, but if they do it will be terrible.
Although, no, this music was similar to the verses from the movie The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which sounded like torture for everyone who listened to them so did the incessant air raids and the voice of a robot which monotonously warned that you should not ignore the air raid signals and need to go to shelter .
I said thank you to the robot and turned on my other side to finish the dream but one could say that Saturday morning was ruined; when I woke up I felt tired like after a long day of work pulling out old cherries in my garden.
All my Saturday plans may have looked bright, but they were blurry and incomprehensible flashes of light in which there was no clarity on what to do or what was happening at all lol.