the dream

I ‘ll tale my dream
There I don’t seen a pony
Though
I seen a sons of some cunts
In my screen
Which was busy divide a ground to subdivide,
Make a sloughtehouse from them dependent personal,
Cuz they was a bigwigs idiots-intenational from all of each in-versus sides.
(Yeach, Augustus Oktavianus, I speak now few in Latin language too, it’s call now the English just.)
But I dis-tract-ed from the via.

And there

Due to them fuss I haven’t a money in those dream.
Apart from it, there I was live so seemed in my house,
But a uzbeks or some kinda roaming around there with convention fanatic sights
with  lurk faith to accord them faith to all kill in outcome.
And they holler load in its unpopulare language when they make surround my house.
So I seen such horror in my dream.
Today at morning.

And I’m a bit annoyed.
I gotta make to I self order anyhow sign
for turn to vice versa on another side for get another dream.
because the dream make wearied me enough.
Who let in uzbeks and bigwig maniacs into my sleep I would be inquire.
But I dunno ask it from one who.
I oath I’d see some more romantic.

Octavian, how doing at your hero in your plot?
What tell Maria Macdolina when you seen her into your dream?
It’s a dream in hand.
The dream in heart, so sure. But which is heart such is the same dream.
I’m embarrassed I see some plague permanent into my dreams.
No, I sleep in day long don’t close eyes.