Pom Pom: Stefans dreams.

My goneaway husband had a habbit to tell his dreams every morgon to me. I loved it.

 

Here are some of them:

 

Stefan is a large man. Hands like shovels and shoe is a modest 49 number does, so you understand what I mean definitely massive. I am not exaggerating. He is out on the town, walks in. He notes that the clock is already quite a lot. Stress to go home starts with the press. He's looking right down the street, looking for and looking for. Suddenly, he notices that the little man, all the time followed by a couple of metres away. Stefan finds the correct train at last. He takes the train, sitting on the bench and the train goes forward. Finally the train stops. All the people have already left the train. The driver of the train is passing over. Stefan asks him when we are at Farsta. The driver responds that this is just the kind of train that passes through the Terminal, and then after the stop anywhere. Stefan  notes that train ride is from the 19th century, decorative, and pretty. And then nothing happens. The little man has forgotten something.

 

The next night is Stefan on the town again and, on the other hand, is looking for  a train. Behind him is  the same little man. Stefan buys a hot dog roll. The little man, who is a German named Gerhard,  comes in and grabs the next hot dog  near the same will.. Stefan starts to lose his patience and all of a sudden he recalled that the same little man has done it all the time. Whenever he succeeds after great effort to get something in their hands, becomes the same little man and captures it.

Now he turns around and is willing to give the man the right direct. The little man is beginning to grow. He grows and grows. Stefan says that after all you are the devil. The little big man of the match: This I am grown.

The Stefan wakes up sweaten.