Fucking mental

I dreamt I was a drummer when I woke up in my bedroom, an alien was trying to get into my flat, I was so lonely I let them in.

—You okey? —They said.

—I don't know how long I'm gonna resist. I think I'm going to die.

—Time doesn't exist. Life and death are the same thing.

—I know. It hurts anyway.

—You are delusional.

—I know. It hurts anyway.

So we both stay in there for a while, looking at each other, getting bored.

—Hey man, I feel frazzled. —I said.

—You need to get laid. It's all psychological.

—I need to get some sleep.

—You want me to leave?

—Yes, please.

—But I've always been with you. You know that, don't you?

—I do.

—Alright. See you in your next hallucinosis.

—Okay, man. Thank you for taking care of me.

—No worries.

And they disappeared in front of my eyes, but remained around. I went back to bed, stayed slept for a month until all my problems got solved by themselves. Never got happy again, nor sad.

Larry Ridley - Sum Of The Parts (Full Album)