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Nivram
Drunken dreams invaded Nivram. Drunken and depressive dreams. But mostly depressive. Pink and yellow elephants were violently slaughtering each other, amid calls for peace by a large, green mouse. Nivram made a mental note to remember when he woke up that the yellow elephants had won, while the large mouse got trampled.
Then suddenly in his dream the last remaining, fleeing pink elephant rushed at him, and just in the moment that it would have crashed into him, Nivram woke up.
"The yellow elephants won!" - he shouted as he sat bolt upright.
Looking around he saw everyone now looking at him. Looking around himself Nivram saw everyone who was there. All of them were looking smugly at him, and Nivram could not help, but feel the sensation creeping over him again. That all too familiar sensation of being depressed.
"Oh well no matter how much of a fool I make of myself in this world anyway. In the end we shall all die, and shall be forgotten" - he murmured softly, but not softly enough that no one heard.
Nivram stood up shakily and leant against the tree. The world was swimming ahead of him, and he most probably saw more people than there were actually there. Seeing even more happy (at least that's what he thought) people than there actually were there made him feel even more depressed, which he tried hiding behind a glazed look, of someone, who was not yet totally sober, nor totally drunk, simply feeling utterly miserable.
[ 07-24-2005, 03:43 AM: Message edited by: dplax ]
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