I'm chatting to r.
I'm complaining to him about the situation I'm in at coed.
I tell him I can't keep living there with no money.
He says that to pay me 30£ an hour would be very difficult.
I say it's not even the money, it's also that I am not happy living at coed. I say this with force and conviction.
This makes him respond in an interesting way. It's like he becomes smaller.
.
He says that even he has had doubts weather something would work. He says you have to live through the doubts.
It's like my soul has be so unsatisfied living there.
I
see we have spilt some vanish on a table. I wipe it up, and it makes
the table go all shiny. It gives me some satisfaction so I tell him that
I'm happy with this.
I have a sense that I will be getting together with m.
I
am driving in a car with three other guys. We are going along the usual
route to the village but suddenly the road takes a turn down a new
track, at a turn in the road. It's a new road.
The car crashes
off the road, and breaks into pieces. We are all fine. But we have to
rebuild the car. We are now following a different design, and start to
build a house. It's complicated because there are all these little
pieces. We are not sure how they fit together but we are sure we can
make it work.
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