I had a dream

This night I had a dream. There was a thirty something floor high hotel building. I was staying there with a man at twentieth floor. The hotel gave opportunity to rent not a car, but plane . Airstrip was placed at the roof of the hotel. We took a plane and started our short journey.
I remember how scared I was watching other same high buildings, dark clouds. The fear of how far from ground I am. Simultaneously the sunset from that perspective was some amazing and gorgeous object. Last thing I remember from that dream is we were not able to land at the same place we previously took over. So we landed at a motorway.
What is my own analysis of that dream?
I'm getting ready for my journey, for my transformation from ugly maggot into beautiful butterfly, for setting my soul free.

Maybe

If you give me that thing I can't achieve by myself
Then I will whisper to you that you can touch me
Then maybe I will allow you to wake up next to me
Then maybe I will tell you what kind of wine I like
Then maybe I will allow you to light a candle when
the darkness comes in a winter night

Author: Katarzyna Nosowska

Translation from polish: Myself

Grandmother

I was twenty or something. One day my parents decided to visit our relatives in long distant city. I couldn't stop thinking of ... giving a party while they are out. There was one problem ... my grandmother came to our place to take care of the house.

I did eventual "profit and loss" analysis ... and finally gave the party :).

I have never had good relationship with my grandma. She always acted like deaf and blind, no matter what truth is, peace is most important. She couldn't understand me. Long story short ... that time I thought of her like of witch.

When the party came over my best girl friend spent night with me. Nothing happened. But I remember how shocked I was after my grandma came into my room with two dishes of raviolis. Imagine that simple woman which with no comment served his grandson and his spouse. From now she became to be witch with human face.

Lets start

I was born in small city in south part of Poland. Not too stupid, not too handsome ... just average. I always thought of myself I'm someone special. Weird, not enough socialized, too much sensitive. There was something wrong with me. But fine ... I thought to myself ... I have to survive. I was wearing my mask when going out.

I got my education : primary school, high school, university.

Hmm ... I thought that I will be able to summarize my entire life in few hundreds of kilobytes just in one day. I was wrong.
I've changed my plan and now I'm going to scribe my memories. With hope that they could heal my soul.