Another Damned Dream

Aghhh, last night I had another stupid and weird dream. I've been avoiding the thought of the faded photograph, of the grey-eyed shadow, but dahhhh, I treasoned myself.

Well, it all began as a marvellous dream. I was really excited because my friend AG and I were about to go on a trip to England. Ahhhh, strange as it sounds, that was my dream come true (!!!). I don't know why we were going there, but the thing is that we were ready to leave. My friend was showing me the plane tickets... I expected to see 2 tickets, but, you see, there were 3 of them. Who else was supposed to go with us? Ohh, yes, her dearest friend, that is, the faded photograph. Of course I didn't want him to go, I didn't want him near me, but pride made me endure the situation and I decided not to show my disappointment. I was not going to give up the trip just because he would be there.

Then, I was in a hurry because I had not packed anything and, worst of all, I had forgotten our schedule. Getting in touch with my friend was impossible because whe was not logged in on messenger and my phone line was broken --well, that's a fact in real life, I have access to the internet, but the phone is dead--, and you know me, I didn't even thought about a mobile phone to reach her. Hey, now I see, if I had called to her mobile phone or if I had had one, the following part would have not taken place, grrrrrr.

As I was not to miss that great trip, I made a desperate decision. I would go and ask my downstairs neighbour... Yes, my neighbour was the faded photograph. Jajaja, I don't even live at a building!! Jajajajaja. So we met. That was creeepy, jajaja. His door was all made of mirrors of different shapes and sizes, and it was open in a strange angle because every part of it reflected either lamps, other doors, a sofa, cups, and in one of the mirrors I saw him sitting on a high chair, looking directly to me; it seemed as if he were waiting for me. Horrrrror!!!! I just got into the apartment in a zombie-like way, not knowing what to say, how to explain I had no idea what time our plane would leave, anxious and about to run away. Face to face once again.

I can't remember what we said, maybe we didn't say a word. I only know that he didn't tell me the schedule because I kept on packing stuff and looking for my friend. In the end I was dispaired with the image of the plane flying without me, jajajaja.

Well, what should I say about this dream? Last time I couldn't remember his face, but now I can. I couldn't remember his moves, now I can.

There's a lie in the dream. If we met in real life, I'm sure the encounter would not be that way; I mean, we wont' ever be in good terms. Behaving as civilized human beings is impossible when it comes to both of us. I used to think he detested me for reasons still unknown to me. Now I'm sure of it, and I can say I also detest him.

Hey, there's a thing I don't understand. Last time he was sitting next to a closed window in a gloomy atmosphere. This time there was an open door, mirrors, and his reflection in a space full of light. Is there a meaning in that????