last night
i had the following dream:
i was
sitting in my home office and, after feeling to have an inspiration to do a poem,
took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing. i commenced with the
letter “n”, thinking about how to carry on, but the inspiration stopped. i was
waiting a couple of minutes. nothing happened. i waited another couple of
minutes. no result. so i took the piece of paper and put it in the refrigerator
to keep the already written "n" fresh. hours or even days later, i thought, when
inspiration would come back, i would take the paper out of the fridge and carry
on writing. at that point the dream ended.
i woke up at 6 this morning, and while preparing
for the day and the lunch to come at noon i went to the fridge to take out the
frozen food and defrost it in advance. as i opened the fridge a piece of paper
next to the frozen food attracted my attention. i immediately grabbed it to see
if something was written on it ... and yes ... it was. i did not believe my
eyes, when I discovered the letter “n” written on it. and, even more
surprising, a small pile of frozen ice behind it. for a few
seconds i was shocked, but then i realized the truth: my fridge, as a matter of
fact, had finished the word in his very own unique way.
what a clever fridge i have. and what a nice story
this is, isn’t it?
