numbers

dreams of numbers on pages, single numbers on single pages.
Absolute nonsense, but after every awakening in the night they return. They are being sorted, but there is no knowing what they signify. Just numbers on light squares,  passing by, there is a sense of satisfaction. But what does it mean?
No idea.

There is a sound of stumbling in the room, it is the son, coming in in the dark. It is still before seven in the morning, he wants to do an early morning visit to the cafe.

So push the awful sick sensations away, those sick sensations that after all day yesterday in bed, still hang about, a warning of more to come. Go to the bathroom, take a shower. The air in the bathroom is cold, the air in the corridor outside is icy. Return to the bedroom, put on some day clothes, go out into the corridor, put on a jacket-
The son is still in his room, he looks surprised. Then he puts on his coat and his shoes, combs his hair, and so father and son walk through the dimly lit town to the small café.
The people there are tired, taciturn.
There are misunderstandings over the required order.

So what.
One large sticky bun and a cake later, the son is still talking about his game programming.
Suddenly the eyes go dark, the hearing cannot decipher the speech anymore, there is dizziness.

Tell the son that we will have to go straight home
which we do.
Continue to think aboud those dreams with the numbers flashing by