Yesterday morning I dreamed that I had ended up in prison. There were an inspector who interrogated me. I believe I got this from a scene from the serial ”Deutschland 83” where a
The door of my cell was a sliding door, and outside guards sat in a sort of reception.
I lay down on the couch to sleep, and woke up outside a café.
It was friends who somehow had taken me out when I was sleeping.
I looked anxiously around to see if the Inspector was nearby.
Speaking of seeing, I have now drawing the first eye. The drawings were very simple, so to say, so now its time to practice.