Porto, 22nd to 23rd May 2008I’m running, I don’t quite remember why. Some people are chasing me, but it’s more like a game, nothing really worthy to be frightened of. As I enter this house’s small garden I see staircase down the hill, steep stairs stone made. Running down I feel the soil trough my shoe’s rubber sole. I’m wearing my Melissa shoes wedge heel. Somehow it’s almost flying down more than running and I’m amazed I don’t fail the steps. I see garbage boxes aligned regularly in certain points of the staircase, they’re all closed, all alike, but near one of them there’s some boiled rice in the floor. Someone was a little careless with garbage stuff I think as I keep on running down.
Being very conscious of the physical issues – the soil trough my shoes, the roughness of the stair stone, the way I’m going down – I realize I'm dreaming, and that’s so exhilarating that I must control my joy to avoid waking up. “It’s a dream, and I’m waked up. Uhauu!!”
Being very conscious of the physical issues – the soil trough my shoes, the roughness of the stair stone, the way I’m going down – I realize I'm dreaming, and that’s so exhilarating that I must control my joy to avoid waking up. “It’s a dream, and I’m waked up. Uhauu!!”
So I decide that I’ve had enough of staircases and garbage boxes and running away: “If this is all but a dream I want to change places. I want to go to a beautiful enchanted palace”.
And as I say so I realize I’m flying up and up, in a middle of darkness. That’s nothing to do with dark places or terrifiynng stuff, it’s only an absence of images at all, as I denied the landscape I was plunged in. It’s nothing scary or whatsoever. It’s cosy, and I feel good as I’m claiming up and up. Awaked. Full of joy. I don’t reach the palace,but I don’t’ remember where I got up into. It was a change all right, but then I loose the awakened control.
