Baja California, Mexico, somewhere in the middle of a dream...
Somewhere in the middle of my dream I woke up, sweating and panting, thinking that everything I was dreaming about would turn out to be true. After only a few seconds, half of the images of my dream were gone forever. Some of them remained in my brain, but my efforts of putting them back together to recreate the dream were futile.I remember taking off from the ground and flying, heading to the infinite sky. I had wings on my back, and they were shiny and beautiful. I was happy and I had no direction, no boundaries. But I was captured, and in some point of my dream I ended up in a cage with bars around me, and little space for flying. I was desperate, looking for a way to escape. Sadness invaded me; I was no longer free...
I was always told that dreams are the way that the mind responds to certain situations in daily life. I was afraid my mind was trying to tell me something, something that I didn’t know when I was fully awake. I sat on my bed for a while thinking about it and then I realized that it was not the case. Fortunately, I am free as a bird. My mind is free to go as far as my imagination will let it go and for that I feel blessed. I have a wonderful job and friends that I like and who like me. Then, the dream no longer disturbed me. It was just a dream and I am not afraid to dream at all. I fell back to sleep and the next thing I knew I was dreaming again. I don’t remember much but I guess I was on a planet called Earth, working somewhere in a place definitely out of a dream, Baja California. I was a naturalist...and this dream has a happy ending!
Somewhere in the middle of my dream I woke up, sweating and panting, thinking that everything I was dreaming about would turn out to be true. After only a few seconds, half of the images of my dream were gone forever. Some of them remained in my brain, but my efforts of putting them back together to recreate the dream were futile.I remember taking off from the ground and flying, heading to the infinite sky. I had wings on my back, and they were shiny and beautiful. I was happy and I had no direction, no boundaries. But I was captured, and in some point of my dream I ended up in a cage with bars around me, and little space for flying. I was desperate, looking for a way to escape. Sadness invaded me; I was no longer free...
I was always told that dreams are the way that the mind responds to certain situations in daily life. I was afraid my mind was trying to tell me something, something that I didn’t know when I was fully awake. I sat on my bed for a while thinking about it and then I realized that it was not the case. Fortunately, I am free as a bird. My mind is free to go as far as my imagination will let it go and for that I feel blessed. I have a wonderful job and friends that I like and who like me. Then, the dream no longer disturbed me. It was just a dream and I am not afraid to dream at all. I fell back to sleep and the next thing I knew I was dreaming again. I don’t remember much but I guess I was on a planet called Earth, working somewhere in a place definitely out of a dream, Baja California. I was a naturalist...and this dream has a happy ending!
