You told me once: How can you feel the smells while you sleep? Normal people can't feel it. You are lying. But I did not lie to 'em.
Tonight I felt it. I saw a dream. There were I and a boy. It was you, but strangely you had long hair. It was nearly albino, but it was unnatural. Hair was vanished in white color, as a boy in "Elephant". And you smiled. You smiled, and that shimmering, almost blinding white hair. Blond hair. We sat on a deck of a yacht. There was a Big Water. Sea or ocean, dunno.
You sat very close and smiled at me. I wanted to touch your hair, to caress your head. I decided to afford it. I felt the Pulsation of life under my hand. And I sat closer, embracing 'em. I desired hardly to smell 'em. Smell means a lot for me. And meant tonight even more. I drawed his smell. He smelled with all the masculine things. With bottles of wine, drank previous evening, with packs of cigarettes, smoked one by one in bars, or on the suburb streets. I felt the sweat of all nightmares, that woke 'em up. Smelled with sweat of a Man. I looked at 'em surprised. That angelic smile and snow-white hair, and that smell of filth, lust and dirty places. Lasting smell of cheap whore's perfume, who he pulled on some times ago. He smelled with drunk fights. With absolutely perfect Masculine things. It drew me crazy and I woke up. As a teenagers, who see some erotic stuff, when they wake up feeling their hands in panties, hardly masturbating. Luckily, I just woke up and couldn't fall asleep.
