Christmas Morning/Mañana de Navidad

I found myself crossing the sea inside a bus that sat on some sort of transportation device. The water was calm and green and my best friend was at my side, her blonde hair still, her face serious and in a matter of seconds the sea was gone and we found ourselves at the foot of a red mountain with stairway shaped markings that went up and up into oblivion. My friend was ahead of carrying bags of all shapes and sizes on both her hands and back. She asked me to follow and I happily went to her, but as I reached the first step I knew then that I could not follow, I could not go up with my friend or anyone else; the weight was too great, so great that it did not let me breathe every time I tried.

Just when I had thought I would be stuck and eventually die in this desert, a red truck appeared, carrying an enormous dusty cloud behind it and I climbed on it to make my way into town, no bags on my hands or back. I got off at Irarrazaval and my classmates from school were at my side, all heading towards the same goal and direction, walking steadily with a fixed stare looking forward. Suddenly, men and women with thousands of coupons came at us, offering us deals and many things, I kept walking and I came to notice that many of my classmates got left behind trying to pick up the coupons and I only had two classmates at my side: Daniela and Fernanda, water and earth.We now entered a building, snail shaped on the inside, with spirals that went up and down. Three men were following us and they took my classmates one by one until I was left alone. I left the building, crossed the street, hoping to escape from the suspect that followed me and as I was crossing, he appeared behind me, grabbed my left breast, as if hoping for me to reciprocate, but I only stared at him perplexed, confused; he disappeared.

It was then when I saw my father, smiling and beckoning me to follow him. He wasn’t supposed to be in town, let alone the country, but there he was, and searing pain pierced my heart as I realized that all had been a lie and he had never left at all. He took me to a place where a building was being erected and he showed me the way in so that I may pass. The base of the building was far too large for the construction itself and was made of unstable wood instead of the concrete that the rest had been made of, and as I looked around I saw a small house being secretly constructed at the feet of the structure and there I understood it all.

As I looked at my father he no longer seemed the same, he was taller and with a proud grin that disfigured his face, his chest stained white. In my anger, I tried to yell and shout, but I could not for I was mute. Not a single note and for that I cried, and those that worked with him with their black tie suits came towards me, laughing loudly as I suffocated in silence, mocking me they stood calling me an idiot for having been so blind of it all, but what pained me the most was my father joining their malignant game. She yelled at me the loudest; she laughed the loudest and rejoiced in my confusion. I woke up in tears, gasping for air, and all my existence felt nothing but pain, utter and complete pain. What else could I have asked for that morning?

Me encontraba cruzando el mar dentro de un bus que estaba encima de un transportador. El agua estaba tranquila y verde con mi mejor amiga a mi lado, su pelo rubio quieto y su cara seria y en segundos desapareció el mar y nos encontramos de pie frente una montaña roja con forma de escalones que subían y subían hasta desaparecer. Mi amiga estaba delante de mí con bolsos y bolsos en sus manos y espalda. Me pidió que le siguiera y felizmente intente pero al llegar al primer escalón divisé que no podía seguir, no podía subir con mi amiga ni los demás. El peso era mucho, tan grande que no me dejaba respirar al intentarlo.

Entonces, habiendo pensado que me quedaría en el desierto hasta morir, apareció una camioneta roja, levantando una inmensa nube de polvo, y en ella me subí hasta encontrarme en la ciudad. Esta vez caminaba por Irarrázaval con mis compañeros de colegio a mi lado. Todos teníamos la misma meta y caminábamos con ritmo constante y mirada fija. Hasta que aparecieron personas con trajes de trabajo ofreciendo cupones de centenares de cosas. Muchos de mis compañeros se quedaron atrás recogiéndolos pero yo seguía adelante con dos compañeras a mi lado. Daniela y Fernanda, agua y tierra. De repente entramos a un edificio, un caracol, a través de unas escaleras mecánicas. Nos seguían tres tipos, cada uno a una de nosotras y se llevaron a mis compañeras hasta que quedé sola y salí del edificio decidida a cruzar la calle y escapar del sujeto sospechoso. Al estar cruzando, el joven apareció por atrás y agarró mi seno izquierdo esperando que reaccionara. Le miré confundida y luego desapareció.

Fue entonces cuando vi a mi padre caminando a mi lado, sonriéndome e invitándome a seguirle. Se supone que el no estaba en el país y la pena recorrió mi cuerpo al pensar que todo este tiempo era todo una mentira y que siempre estuvo aquí. Me llevó frente a un lugar donde se estaba construyendo un edificio y me señaló para que entrara a mirar el progreso. La base del edificio que estaba planeado para ser muy grande estaba construida de madera y al mirar alrededor noté que había construido una casa pequeña escondida y pronto entendí todo.

Al mirarle nuevamente mi padre había crecido en tamaño y su cara se desfiguró en una gran sonrisa al levantar orgullosamente su pecho manchando y blanco y enojada le gritaba pero mi voz desaparecía. No salía mi voz y lloraba. La gente que le ayudaba con su trabajo, vestidos formalmente de negro, se reían de mi. Carcajadas malignas y gritándome que era una idiota por ser tan ciega, por no darme cuenta de todo y, dolorosamente, mi padre reía. Ella me gritaba más que nadie, se reía más que nadie y gozaba de mi confusión. Pronto el sueño desapareció y desperté sollozando, sin poder respirar y todo mi sentir se concentraba en una sola cosa: dolor, dolor y dolor. ¿Qué más se podía pedir para despertar en la mañana? Una mañana de navidad. 

21st

We were walking around my apartment, the one I'm getting May 2014, and it was night time. Outside it was as if the sky was upside down; countless lights illuminated the ground sky and it was fairly silent, considering the cars that were passing by. There was nothing quite interesting that night, A-- and I were just talking and drinking something hot, surely not tea for A--, but perhaps for me, and all was well. I was just beginning to think about how wonderful it felt to be living in my own apartment with my most loved one when the dream changed.

The ground began to move, the lights went out and back on until there was complete darkness. The sound was the absence of sound at first, then a never ending rumbling and the furniture dancing and jumping about. I had dropped my cup, A-- too, and we reached out for each other in order to stay afoot, since all was so unstable that one would fall to the ground if you did not hang on to anything. The strangest and strongest shake happened in such a way that it felt as if we were spat out by the apartment.

We were falling, A-- and I, and everything was slow as it begun. He still hung on to my hand and as he did so, he pulled me towards him and held me in a tight embrace. He looked into my eyes, saying things to keep me calm, to try and make me feel safe. I tried not to look down as I felt a rush of speed, wind, vertigo and such fear that I have never faced in my life, but within it all, knowing that we were destined to die at the end of our fall, I felt happy to be in his arms, to know that even to the last minute we both could put aside our fear and hold each other, look at each, love each other before we were united in a deathly and forever binding embrace.

We plummeted against the ground, I saw it from the side of the street, how we fell as one and died as one, at the feet of my apartment on the 21st floor.

Tennessee

The dream begins breaking through clouds, looking over a silver city full of tall glass buildings with beautiful flower shapes and nature-like innovations. I was the eyes of the dream, not flying, just seeing. I was at a shop where the clothes they sold were based on icons of the past and I specifically remember shopping at the Jackie O. section and completely marveled at the beauty of the confections; of course, they all had their futuristic twist. Suddenly, it was night time, I do not know if I bought anything at all--all I remember was leaving and stepping out into the parking lot when the lights start to dim one by one until I am all alone and surrounded by darkness. I had but a moment to feel fear and then I was taken from the very ground my feet were stepping on. Like a pull they took me, I felt a strength and vertigo in my stomach unlike I have ever felt before and, out of nowhere, nothing.

I awoke, you could say, in darkness again and as soon as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness I saw the difference between the night sky and the mountain of trees that meet at the very tip with it. It was like a place I had never seen before and the air smelled of wet dirt and trees, but there was a silence as cold as death and even though I stood on some sort of pathway, there were no cars to be seen. Shocked to be completely naked, I ran to the other side of the road hoping for no one to see me in such a state. I began to notice that I was cold and my feet covered in mud. I did not know where I was or how I'd gotten there, for all I could remember was being at that parking lot, but this mountainous and tree covered land was unlike the one I lived in at all. I began to fear the worst, what if I was in another state or another country? Was this Earth at all? I did not understand it. 

I felt weak and hungry and had nothing to feed on. I searched along the ditch for rags or something to cover myself with and alas I found some wet dirty cardboard, but it would have to suffice. Suddenly I heard a snap and looked towards it--it was a light coming on--and it was a sort of dirty white hut, and seeing it as my only hope, I ran to it and searched for a door, found it, and opened it to find myself stepping into a wet dirty bathroom. I've had dreams like this before, I thought to myself, where all the toilets are clogged and the floor is wet and dirty, but I had never been naked and barefoot, unprotected, afraid and alone. It all made the matter far worse. 

I ran to the mirror, I pretty much ran instead of walked anywhere since I felt every second counted and with each one I was further and further away from home. How was I ever going to get back? I asked myself and as I looked into the mirror I found myself thinner and paler than usual, with bruises on my arms, legs and stomach, of fingers, long, thin, I feared in my dream the very thing I know I sometimes fear in reality. Suddenly, a light shone through the broken bathroom window, it was a truck of some sort so I ran to it, with cardboard dangling and all, and waved the arm I could spare and tried to scream out to them--I don't know what I screamed or even if they heard me at all, but I had to try. They stopped and I asked through the window where I was. "Tennessee," he said. I woke up. 

My Town

I was in some sort of town, European looking and with an eerie resemblance to Copenhagen, for the skies were dark and the lights dim; there was no sound, no music, nothing to be heard or be seen. I'm not completely sure what I was doing there, who I had gone to see or meet, but it wasn't my home—I knew it was a dream—I didn't feel safe inside it, but the mystery made me want to stay within. I walked down the streets, peering through the open doors, no one inside, just a dim light inside and whispers about the houses. On occasion, I would see a person or two, but they would flee from me until one man approached me, greeted me as if he knew me and said "You're finally here! We have been waiting for you. Please, come this way." I instinctively followed, not sure of what was to happen, but sure that if I wanted to I could end it all. "What's happened?" I found myself asking, "The very worst, Dr." Apparently, I possessed some kind of medical degree. "We do not know why it keeps happening," he spoke as we passed more open doors, went up and up steep sidewalks until we reached the top of the town. He looked nervous, constantly wiping his glasses and his far too large clothes moved to and fro as he struggled to hurry up to the top. "Tell me," I said and waited for him to answer. He then, with words I cannot remember, went on to tell me how people had been getting hurt or they were disappearing, how there was a deathly silence about the town because of this. I told him I would try and help, do my work, and have it all solved in only a matter of days, but I could not be more wrong.

Suddenly, I found myself re-entering the town as I went down the hill; I stopped by a small shop to buy something sweet and as I did a cold breeze moved my dress and I immediately looked to the building next to me. It was speaking to me, the air was filled with a moist, foul odor and as I approached it I noticed it changed so, and there, before my very eyes, I saw them: one by one hanging from their windows. They were children, still in their nightgowns, sock-less, harmless, with a rope tied around their necks and their bodies moved horribly with the wind. Was I the only one that could see them? No one else seemed to notice them and for a moment I witnessed a flash of the past, of life, music, sound, and color that had once filled this small town. Why were those children dead?

I didn't want to wake up, clearly, because I wanted to help and stop this from happening again. Their corpses were haunting the town, not letting it rest ever until they were avenged. I could see no other path for their lives still hung from those windowsills; damned to the endless friction of a rope to the neck. They called out to me as I passed by more and more windows, their little eyes putrid and their small hands unable to reach out to me because of their pain. How can someone suffer so much even after they are dead? Who could curse them in such a way and why? And as I asked myself this, terrified and cold, I saw people of all ages, shapes, and sizes hanging from the windows of the rest of the town. How I longed to help them, but sadly I could not, for a wind wrapped itself around me, taking me to the skies and I was gone from the dream and their voices cried out as I reached out to hold at least one child in my arms. My dream was a sad one and one that makes me wonder still: is there really a town like this?

My First Post

Hello everyone!

I have created this blog to write the dreams I have, which are usually very interesting and weird, and so I can loosen up my writing since it's been ages since I last wrote. Well, I hope you enjoy my dreams, however freaky or strange some may be, and maybe if people love them so much, I'll be able to make a little book with my dreams :) After all, I aspire to be a great writer one day.

Lots of love and thanks for stopping by!

C.M.