Last days in Babylon - farewell of wrath
A few months before I quit my job I had words with my colleague. My hair was a mess more than ever and women just can't take it. She expressed all her negative thoughts about me. I really liked that person, so it was shocking to hear all that from her. I asked her to stop saying all that, it's just a few months for us left to see each other, let me be. She wouldn't stop. Finally I got enraged and "spilled the contents of my boiling cattle" towards her, too.

Despite the fact, that she understood nothing about me, she was right anyway. I am not a real man and I really should learn to be one. But not from some short haired dandy dressed moneymakermotherfuckercocksuckers. That's exactly what I did before and that made me a worm, what I was back then.

On the morning next day I saw a dream:
I am in a foresty town near some lake. Looked very much like Baltezers about a decade ago. It was summer. I see some beaver walking around. And I see some dog. I take some food to give it to the dog. When I came closer I see this dog attacking beaver. It appeared to be half a wolf. I couldn't react and this dog attacked me to my neck.

I came to work next day and I heard my colleague talking to others about a dream, that she saw. And she saw herself flying. She said, she never had such a bright dream of flying before.

I'm glad, she didn't take it so hard. Well, I took it hard and I still am thinking about it. The last moments. I always wanted to leave a city as a happy person, but some people, the closest, would never let it happen...