me and my ghosts!

I have my own personal ghosts. They are not unfriendly or spooky, they mean me no harm and often I have forgotten all about them until the next time they appear. One of them shows up in my dreams where it tries to organize all the impressions and thoughts I have had during the day, the last week, the last year or the last decade. Sometimes the ghost makes the dreams so real that just the second after I wake up I’m not sure what is real and what is a dream. This has often happened if the little ghost has told me that my trunk has turned into a giant monster or the clothes on the racks is mega bats, and I am trying to convince myself that it is not. Imagine if people told you that the color blue really was green and you had to convince your brain of that even though what you kept seeing was blue. Or if people told you that there is no harm in putting your arm into the lions cage with lion inside eating another man’s arm…how hard would it be for you to believe it let alone to put your arm into that cage? My little ghost is very good at making me believe but I am still stronger and it is a good thing that I know I still wake up again when daylights hits the bedroom. As long as the ghost don’t make me go wandering in my sleep in the streets naked, and stay to my flat sleep-re-decorating I’ll be alright… I think.

I have another ghost that also visits me at night. This one turns on the tap in the bathroom or leave the fridge door open after its midnight snack, which is raw egg yolk without cracking the shells and leaving only the whites inside it. Or maybe that is ghost eggs?

Not all my ghosts visit me at night…..

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LKlemmensen

Jeg er født og opvokset i et parcelhuskvarter i 80'erne, med ligusterhæk og grønne velduftende græsplæner og varme sommerdage med brændende sort asfalt. Jeg var teenager og lyttede til Nirvana og Smashing pumpkins i halvfemserne, mens vi så 90210 på skærmen og drak VIP øl og Pisang Ambon om fredagen. I 00'erne rykkede jeg teltpælene op og flyttede til storbyen. Her læste jeg Dion Sommer og Stern, og lyttede til Francoise Hardy, Fat Freddys Drop og TV2, og tog på hvad jeg selv ville kalde min dannelsesrejse til New Zealnd. Ad flere omgange. I 10'erne er der kommet (lidt)ro på med fast job, jeg har købt lejlighed (og solgt den igen), er flyttet på landet, dyrker øko grøntsager og holder hund og frilandsgris sammen med kæresten og er blevet mor. Og vi er kun halvvejs i dette årti.

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