Poetess ( on the phone ) : last night I had a dream.
The real witch (getting ready to go out, looking for pepper spray, to herself): ..dreaming of being nice sometimes..
Inner voice ( watching a porno love story): move to the left, move to the left. .
Poetess moves to the left.
Poetess ( on the phone ): two women were talking .
The real witch ( on the phone ) : not me I hope?
I am not ready for sweet dreams.
Poetess ( on the on the phone ) : on the bus..
The real witch (on the phone to herself ) : thankfully I don't take buses (looking for car keys),
I fly..One time I thought I was sleeping in my bed.
Poetess ( on the phone ) : alone?
The real witch (on the phone): Officer mentioned, the one who woke me up, something about idiot wheel, new thing probably...
Send me back to driving school right from the road.
How would I find it without gps?
Told to study a book,
Do you know which one?
Poetess ( on the phone ) : one woman told another to put dreams in to reality.
The real witch ( on the phone ) : what are those sounds?
Poetess ( on the phone ) : first woman looked plain and nicely dress.
Inner voice : it was you probably, the movie is finished.
Are you talking about making fish for dinner?
Poetess : no..this woman at work has mess all over her desk, and shelves, on the floor, everywhere.
I had some stuff for her, and I almost tripped and slept, had to stand on one foot to pick up what I dropped and hold the rest with one hand, holding the shelf, pushing myself slightly away from a flower vase..
So when I almost dropped everything on her,
Didn't manage to line up folders..
She looks at me and says: can you put it nicely.
Poetess : the hair were blond, very light.
May be this is the meaning. .
