No.8

Three nights ago I had a dream about what happens when you die.

You appear in a massive marble dome hall with lots of purple doors on the wall. The light is soft and it's coming from above you. There is a dark, smoky spot in the middle of the hall, it is a kind of a portal from which you come to that place. You have 2 options: you can stay in the dome hall for a while, or for a longer while, or then you can choose a door and go inside. But I got a feeling that at some point you have to pick a door, you can't stay in there forever.
In the dream I had a friend with me and I wanted to know if we could go together from the same door or not. I asked a warden or a guardian but all they did was shrug their shoulders and say "whatever you feel like doing."
Unfortunatelly I woke up before I could see what is behind those doors. Maybe it's a way to your next life, maybe it's heaven or hell or whatever you believe in, maybe it's just vacuity where you finally lose your consciousness. I don't know, but I'm trying to have that dream again soon and find out.
Well actually, after dreaming that 30 second long prophecy I woke up, it was around midnight, and since then I haven't slept almost at all. I get insomniac phases like this at least 4 times a year, so it's nothing unusual but this is probably the worst time to spend my nights laying on my bed, eyes wide open, listening to the nightly noices of S right next to me and the rumble of traffic outside the window.

Jardin des Tuileries has turned into an amusement park. There is a ferris wheel, a rollercoaster, a bouncy castle and other things that I couldn't see too well. It was still open at 1.30am when I walked past it on my way back to home from work. It was actually kind of beautiful, though usually I'm not a fan of huge illuminated machines with children screaming and couples kissing all around them.

It's 7.30am and I haven't slept a wink. I'm waiting for a Tabac to open so I can buy cigarettes. The sun is rising; no clouds in the sky and the light makes the Hôtel Concorde La Fayette look almost agreable. It's funny how late Paris wakes up, there're hardly any sounds coming from outside at the moment.

I heard alcoholism can cause insomnia.

Oh this decadence is killing me!