My mother borrowed me an old cellphone. I dropped and cracked the screen. I was scared that she would be angry. Then I saw that it was only the safe guard protection screen and not the actual phones screen and that I can replace it.
The next moment I was at a highscool/Varsity reunion, lots of people that I recognize from school and university years. Their was a Book with fotos in and we had to sign under our name. Their was only one foto of me under my name and I was sad because everyone else had so many fotos. I was really nostalgic and thought 12years is a long but short time.
The next moment I drove across a bridge over the sea onto a mountain. I parked my old car close to the edge. I was sitting with people on a pavillion. Esbe called me and told me that I should phone a doctor because our friend Nelea needs urgent help she has major depression. She gave me names of medications. My first thought was that there is a better way of healing, through the santification of the heart. I was carrying my pet cat with me. Next to me was a refrigerator with a human body and cats the same color as my cat, sleeping. I opened a glass slide door afraid that they would freeze or suffocate. The next moment a huge storm came along and blew my old car over the cliff. When I went to look over the edge my old car was wedged in a cleft in the rock. I wanted a lift home with Esbe, when I got home my Dad already knew of the car incident.
Esbe ( Friend of mine (I think she symbolises authority because she was both Headgirl in Highschool and Headgirl in our University Hostel)
NeleA a friend of mine