I had a nightmare. How the monsters of the subconscious are born.

I am at Wimbledon in one of the roads surrounding the all England lawn tennis and croquet club, it’s a sunny day and green is the dominant color. I see three terrorists running, they have a beard, their eyes show no emotions, they look high, they are probably on drugs, fake bomb belt wrapped around, there’s no police and I know they are going on a killing spree, i don’t have a weapon, I confront them with my bare hands, I have no expertise in fighting or personal defense, my chances are little, Continue reading “I had a nightmare. How the monsters of the subconscious are born.”