another big mess..

As it will happen quite often, I'm afraid, most of the dream has evaporated into the vast expances of this silly little brain thing we have. All I know is that after a lot of running around through strange places and talking to far more stranger people, I ended up on a field of vegetables (or future vegetables), sitting on a electric cart like the old people in Holland use, explaining to another guy that he can't use it to plow the land. It's just the commercial, "civilian" model..it just can't be done...then reality kicked in with a sad phone call from my father. Death has a lot of business these days.

the Beginning

Dear dream enthousiasts,
you both know me in your own ways. I have, in my time spent with you, shared some of my dreams and very much enjoyed listening to yours as well. I would honestly like to keep that up and since you are both too far away from me to be able to relive your "other side" experiences with a cup of coffee in the morning, I asked some people to invent a virtual platform where I can comunicate my dreams and feeling of the same...they called it the internet. Not bad, a? This way I can laugh and cry ad whatever your stories might make me do...That's it....let the insanity begin!

p.s.....trust me, we are all human so there is no need to be shy...
so! hello, sexual connotations! ole! ole!

ahahahaaa!