My head is haunting. A very heavy flu has to me. I imagined myself last night in a Leunroft on the Costa Gaza. The luxury apartment was also the hiding place of Vivian, the daughter of Elon Musk. He recently ordered his Silicon Valley friends to erase Vivian’s name. He just wants his ‘lost son’ no longer exists. Drowned in the Gulf of America. She still lives on the Chinese Deepseek.
While I was glowing, I saw two million Palestinians banging on a television on a stone cold piece of Greenland. Trump said it was their own fault because they had made that Gaza a huge mess. He and his good friend Netanyahu had already beautifully refurbished that.
How were the Palestinians driven? With megalomaniac cruise ships. That had fallen wrong with many American elderly people because it had happened in the middle of their floats. Trump further said that the Palestinians can come back as far as he is concerned. Only the rental prices had changed a bit.
Gaza was not completely ready in his eyes. A football club was founded that will play in the Sepp Blatter Stadium. A regular competition and for the Michel Platini Cup. After this he received a sneaky kiss from Gianni Infantino. In the meantime, Musk was waving weird behind the president and it seemed as if he wanted to bring the Hitler salute. But he changed his mind. Netanyahu was able to walk in at any time.
Muscle pain and stabbing bones made my brittle body a glowing desert in which Sywert suddenly muttered that he saw the repayment of those 20 million as a liberation. Bernd and Camille were nodding relieved. They never wanted the money. After this, Ronald Plasterk appeared with the announcement that he will soon have to refund 30 million. So the trio didn’t have to nag. He then congratulated all viewers with the fact that last January the hottest January ever was and that microplastics in your brain accelerate your thinking. In the meantime, Caroline van der Plas made a happy pirouette behind Ronald. She then thanked us on behalf of the millions of Dutch pigs that they were not deported to the same Greenland. After which she got a frightening cough. She stew out of the picture. The last thing I heard her shout was: those pussy goats too!
Then I fell in my dream in a deep sleep and in that sleep I dreamed again that I was participating in a dating program full of mentally dismissal B&B owners, who were attacked by all kinds of excited men and drafty women. It ended with a interfering mother -in -law who was cremated alive.
Dreaming within another cold dream is in psychology Drosted dreams named. I later tried to explain to the daughter of Musk that that again had to do with Dutch cocoa cans. The ingeniously drawn DrostBik that you could watch for hours as a child. Bankrupt!
When I woke up from this Drostedrome I saw how Dick Schoofed a Jovial Donald Trump on the Catshuis extensively thanked for the mild import levy imposed by the US President of only 60 percent. The Musk came along again wanted to do something strange with his arm, but Dickie whispered that it is sensitive here, but that our eastern neighbors will soon be allowed again. Elon proudly said that he himself arranged that.
Freedom of expression, Mark Zuckerberg shouted, who stormed into the room. Followed by a dedired Zensky and a smiling Putin. He came to thank the Netherlands for the bag of chips from the ASML brand. I wanted to say that our country once helped Pakistan to an atomic bomb. That went in the same way. But I couldn’t talk because of the fever. Badr suddenly came in. He was childishly happy because he had finally won a game again.
When I opened my eyes I lay in my own bedroom. My wife felt my clammy head and found that I still had a big fever. I asked her how long this flu will last. Her answer was short and powerful: “At least four years!”