Dream #9, 16/05/24

 Why directly #9? Fuck off. thats how it is.

Politeness, culture and IQ, please. no insults.

Siplipito and I are in an apartment, trying to pack to leave before Russians arrive in the city. We start many times and we fail. It reverts in a groundhog-dayesque manner every time. I get angry every time and every time the process is too lengthy. Never in time to be quicker than Russians. 

One time, there are Siplipito, Lisarion and me. Lisarion is in a happy mood, jumping around, singing, dancing. Siplipito likes this behaviour, drops the packing and joins in this happy show. This drives me nuts. Yelling at them. Throwing items at the wall. No reaction. They simply dont give a shit.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. We all freeze. I slowly approach the door and try to hold the lock in place, while outsiders bang on the door. Siplipito is frozen, looking at me and a door. I try to whisper to him to grab some sort of weapon. He gets confused, replies that there are no weapons in here. I get furious again - hinting on a kitchen knife. He gets also angry, ignores me and gets in a boxing stance.

 I open the door, grab Lisarion and we fly into the neighboring room. I throw Lisarion in the pile of clothes, I turn around and some strictly looking men in leather uniforms enter the apartment. One holds Siplipito on gunpoint. Another one enters, turns in my direction, points his assault rifle at me and shoots me.

THE END.