Another dream...

I slept for nearly 10 hours (god, I'm such a sinner) after working with a friend to work out a switch for an engineering project last night. It was a complete success.

I dreamt of being in Chile. CHILE. I've never ever been to that part of the world, although I'd like to go an visit some time. But somehow, I knew I was in Chile. And I remember driving over gravel roads in what seemed to be jeep of sorts. The view was amazing. The city looked very picturesque, and the people looked southern-american enough. And people talked in their corresponding chilean-accent. So I knew for sure that I was there.

However, in that beauty and charm, the people appeared sad and depressed. I remember talking to this butcher, who was a bit busy at the moment when I approached him, 'Sí, disculpa, le atiendo en un segundo' (Yes, I'm sorry, just a minute). I realized that when food appears in my dreams I'm hungry in real life. But that's not the point. Everyone around me looked really down and sad, even if they were living in an idyllic location. The butcher sounded really distant in tone, however was respectful and served me appropriately afterwards.

And later I came across a family of Americans, who were living their lives joyfully and without regard of anyone else. Of course, I approached a few of the family members and learned that they originated from a state that starts with M...Montana?.. Minnesota? Something like that. There were some kids there, and a bunch of guys in bright red and navy blue American football suits, with their helmets on, all ready to play. One of the kids there had a red flashlight, with my name on it! I then just asked her, 'Hey, that's mine, give it back.' I've never owned a red flashlight before, but this one in particular had my name written on labels all over it.

It seemed like the Sun was about to disappear into the horizon. It's that kind of feeling when the sky is bright but the Earth is dark, when the air is sharp and full of energy as if getting ready to let the night settle in. It was strange feeling.

Then I could hear beats, as those coming from dance songs, entering my dream. (people were playing music in rooms adjacent or near to mine).
I knew it was time to wake up, it was freaking late.
And I knew I was starving.


>>Unrelated, but today I just heard news that The Chemical Brothers are going to launch a new album on 7th June. I'm so excited!! I can't wait to hear what new sounds those electronic music masters have created, they never cease to amuse me album after album.

On my dreams

Back in the day, I had this huge double bed (practically a queen size bed) with an electric blanket all for myself.
It was the best bed I had ever slept in in my life.
On that bed I witnessed the generation of streams of the most vivid, plentiful and beautiful dreams I ever had. I know that I can't remember most of my dreams, but I remember well those which shocked or amazed me. And some of those dreams that I had in that bed were good, or just plain weird that I remember them well.

Now I have a single bed.
I think its length is just a bit longer than my height, so my feet tend to stick out sometimes.
But I'm not sure if I'll have that same explosion of dreams again while I live here.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I just haven't been paying attention to the dreams that I've had, and forgotten most or maybe all of them. Maybe I haven't been sleeping right, or maybe not my required hours.

I'd like to have a really good dream one day of these.
Dammit, I feel like I'm getting sick.

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I remember having a dream not too long ago.

Normally I would have heaps of dreams on a single night, but most of them were simple and unimportant fabrications of my dormant mind. So I forget almost all of my dreams. Ever since I moved into my new room with my new double bed and electric blanket, I dream a lot. A lot. Too bad I can’t remember most of them.

This particular dream really caught my attention. It was a rather simple dream, once again, with a mundane series of happenings that seemed just like real life. However, this time, something different happened.

I can vaguely remember the events happening before the climax point, but I think I was in the woods, but with a city inside it. I mean, the woods were thick but within a dense city, like a harmonious combination of a concrete jungle in an organic one.

Either I walked into a restaurant, a bar, a club, or something, I can’t really remember. But I remember going into somewhere with people. There where two girls tagging along with some other people. One of them was gorgeous, just beautiful. Not like the anaemic anorexic kind of beautiful we find in fashion mags, but the natural, slim, simple and humane beautiful. Long black hair, white (I think) skin, dark blue eyes (I think?), tall, about the age of 20 to 27 (just an estimate). She had a sincere look in her face, that kind of stare that makes you tremble inside. That kind of stare that makes you feel as if you could see her soul flickering like fire in her deep eyes.

Then that girl started dancing, or at least it seemed like it. She had a rotational movement, her hair was cutting through the air and her body was twisting. And in repeated occasions, her entire body would transmutate into what seemed like gold-tinted mercury. Just imagine blobs of mercury shaping her body and her body shaping blobs of mercury but sweetly added with the chromatic warmth of the Sun. Golden, really golden. Her body would swiftly move in the mercury, then burst out into her full human form. And then she would return back into mercury. I remember her smiling in her metallic liquid state, it seemed so surreal, yet so beautiful. So beautiful.