365 (49) A dream 2018

I was chasing a car...on foot, not the best idea, but dreams have their way and I could jump real high as I use to, there was a tall, pall-brunette girl driving the car and I could not see her face, I would say she was not who she ended up being but I’m not so sure, and the plot twist is so good I can pretend she was.

Suddenly I was in a broken park supposedly close to my home, the park was an amalgam of parks of course...there was no concrete animal collection as you might expect though.

A kind old lady comes into my way and the plot thickens, and in a certain way it makes sense, she is from the past and looks from the past, her very own grandson is no present in the dream and that’s unexpected.

Then a car comes, a car that won’t ever come back like that in this timeline and then geography get’s real weird, the park is the house, the house is my old school, we move searching for someone who should be in front of us.

And just like that we’re close to this place, at the end of the train line, I am not alone, once we did a similar journey together, though it was not on a train. The one keeping me company asks of me to find this person, this person I’ve never seen and I just know I have to go to my own personal hell to find him, so I say “It is our time to move” and we move, not as fast as my jumps, not as slow as if reality could prevail. Eventually we find tlacuaches, because we are here, but this are bigger, like in the world of Avatar, and wolves as well, cute, tiny, adorable cubs, and they climb in our legs and bite them out, I care less for me with my trusty jeans and more for my companion, I try to shoo the little ones away but they don’t leave, I try to carry her like Sam did to Frodo but I can’t shake the little wolves away -I do know why I dreamt of wolves- then a voice comes, a voice I once and twice and many times heard, but that I could not and no one could hear in this place now...a soft voice sings the wolves away, I can’t see who is singing, she does say however another thing or two “You now can keep going, you can find a surprise in your (and not) hell dummy” and the car from the very beginning is there, but there is no one driving, just an old photo...well old for the ever changing present but I guess not that old since it had no more than 10 years.

It clicked something so deep and sad that I woke up, not afraid of ghots but rather sad. And of course that is the end of the story, for dreams don’t really end except in cliffhangers and usually of a more violent and stressing nature.

A dream 4 years ago has my uncle telling me I should keep making videos even if it is one of those that few can understand, that is a hopeful dream, for my uncle was speaking to me indirectly and that's the only way he can anymore.