Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling asleep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.
The place was full of people in fancy dresses and jewelry laughing, drinking and dancing with loud music. There were no windows. Everybody was apparently having fun. Not me. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and I felt sick and dizzy. I needed fresh air. But the room was so wide I couldn’t find the exit door. People stared at me and then turned away in disgust. I tried to ask for help but nobody would talk to me. I kept walking trying to find an exit. Instead I walked deeper and deeper into the room. The loud, obsessive music pounded in my aching head. I had difficulties breathing. But nobody wanted to help. Everybody was too busy having fun. I couldn’t even ask, because as soon as they saw me they covered their mouths and turned away from me. I felt like a leper in the medieval age. Anguish gripped my. Suddenly I had a glimpse of a natural light in front of me. I began to run towards it anxiously, grasping for fresh air, even pushing people to clear my way. Suddenly I saw a big window with a beautiful landscape, with a green hill, flowers, blue sky, sun, and mountains in the distance. I kept running to reach that idyllic place and I crashed with all my strength against a transparent crystal. The window was closed. There was no way to open it. I stepped back, baffled, and I rushed into a bottomless pit. And then I waked up.
Yes, I remember my dreams. With all its surreal details. Above all, nightmares. But not all are nightmares. Sometimes I wake up smiling or even laughing. I don’t know much about dreams. But I know there are people who can read you through them. My mom is very serious about dreams. She has had several impressive premonitory dreams during her difficult life that gave her hope and strength to go on. I only had one when I was a kid, and it was a nonsense. I was in school and it was the night before an exam. I dreamed with the questions and my dream was right! A pity I had no time to study more those topics because the exam was first thing in the morning. So it was premonitory, but not useful at all.