Same Dream

I do the same dream

I am up against ants and carried a heavy burden on a narrow path. Depth on both sides of the road. I do not look down. No loud to breathe. My feet are impolite. I fall into the depths of the load. But I am not hurt. Perhaps the vegetation below. I handled myself. You are a burden. Beach vegetation is a tomb. I have severe alienation from the grave.

I am crazy about running away from the war. On the way was my burden. I lift it and think the hardest step to climb the narrow path. The burden is heavier than before. I do not stop. I rise. No loud to breathe. My feet are impolite. I fall in the load. My eyes are open. I am sweaty. Skiing Skiing is my pain. I’ll close your eyes and try to sleep again. I am sleeping. Maybe not. If someone says labor of the day. Your mind is tired. I think someone has to carry the goods to the station. I did not know her pockets cut in the crowd. I do not spend a grave thing down. Now you have been treated. Will be fine. Now I was an expert in the pocket cutting. I do not tire of it. I can not sleep at night. Just breathe when someone is me Kuris verse is read off to sleep. Mother says it saves us from the evil of ourselves and others. I have come to know my burdens. Mother becomes forgotten. Do not tell. I think when I go to sleep at night he comes again. Kuris verse read and breathed on me. I save for my own and others evil. I leave the narrow path.