A Friend's Love

Today I had a very simple dream. No aliens, or warms, or tasty toes, just me and an old friend of mine at my grandma's old house. We sat on the garden's bench, talking about our lives, catching up with everything we've been trough the last years. My dear friend was looking at me deeply, concerned about my happiness. I said I didn't know if I was happy, and maybe I'll never know until the day I die (or maybe not even then).

We continued our friendly conversation, and it felt so good too hug my friend and be, for that moment, in my dream, completely and immensely happy. But the most amazing thing about this dream is none of the above mentioned. The most amazing thing is how unexpected love comes to comfort you. If you need or not (or think you don't need), if you are happy or not, friends find a way to send their love to you without even knowing about it.

An Alien in a Barrel

One day, I decided to rent a movie in a video store nearby. The video store was huge, and it was taking me a long time to decide upon a movie. It had two floors, with grey walls and looked like the warehouse in Reservoir Dogs (great movie by the way).

Suddenly, instead of being physically in the video store, I was the spectator. And I saw a white guy and a black guy entering the video store carrying a huge black barrel. Like those for oil or something. The white man opened a little hole in the top of the black barrel and a woman with a red curly hair came running towards them. She was screaming and in panic. Then I saw that there was another women, a beautiful one with a short straight brown hair, lying on the floor in front of them. She was hurt.

A green liquid began to come out of the barrel, pouring to the floor. The woman with the red curly hair said that the green liquid in contact with the atmosphere would soon become a terrible alien that could kill us all. They told everybody to get out of the video store and go home. The woman lying on the floor told the others to get out and she would soon catch up with them. She couldn't walk at that moment. She said she needed to rest just a little more. Everybody left.

The woman lying on the floor stood up. She was terrified. She feared the green liquid would become a alien at any moment now. She walked outside the video store, with pain all over her body. Then she saw a light pole. For some reason she thought she needed the light bulb from that light pole. She couldn't go on without it. There was a rope going all the way up to the light bulb. It was tied in the place were the light bulb connected to the light pole. She began to pull it. She put all her weight on it. Finally, the light bulb came out of the light pole straight to her hands.

The end...yeah...the end...

My Shrink Fairy

Imagine if your shrink were a fairy. She would appear anytime you called her. Whenever and wherever you want, you could discuss your problems with here. She would be your shrink fairy and only yours. She would recover your self-esteem, make you feel better, and help you solve all your emotional problems. And the best thing of all, she would do everything for free.

Last night I had this experience. I was in a friends apartment when I heard about the shrink fairies. You only need to call her by the name. My friend called his shrink fairy and a beautiful woman, wearing a princess like blue dress, with a magic wand, and all that Cinderellas stuff appeared. She was surrounded by a bright blue light. When I saw that, I went running to my apartment to try to call my shrink fairy. I don't know how I knew, but I called "Mitable! Mitable!". And a woman in a pink princess dress, surrounded by a pink bright light appeared outside my window. In fact, not outside my window, but outside the window of the apartment upstairs. Because I saw the light, I went to call her: "Hey! It's here!". Maybe she was confused, it was her first time with me. She entered my room, sited in a chair and asked what was wrong. I was really nervous, but I began to tell her everything. My hands were shaking and I started to cry while telling her the story of my life...

A Great Recipe

I never thought that my toes with spinach filling would be so delicious...until the night I dreamed about it. I was in some kind of garden with a really dense vegetation. There was a guy and a woman with me. I still have no idea who they were and why they where there. They were not even looking at me. For no reason at all, I was not starving or anything, I seated on the grass and cut the toes from my right foot. I filled them with spinach and ate everything. It was so fucking great that I started to think about cutting just the top of the toes from my left foot, fill them with spinach and eat too.

Worms Pillow

In the middle of the street there was a pillow with a white pillowcase. I was with two or three friends and we decided to take a look. It's not common for a pillow to be perfectly placed in the middle of some street. We approached the pillow and began to gently remove the pillowcase. For our astonishment, there were worms between the pillow and the pillowcase. Very disgusting worms. These worms were planting eggs inside the pillow. Everything happened very fast from the moment we saw the worms.

From the eggs new worms were born. These new worms, again, placed new eggs inside the pillow and than, started to go out to the street. They where escaping from the pillow! A lot of disgusting worms were crawling free on the streets. And the number was increasing on each second. We didn't now how to stop. Everything began when we opened the pillowcase! We tried to kill them with our shoes, steeping on them. But that was not enough. They were too many and too fast. We closed the pillowcase and started to look for a solution. What the hell we should do with the pillow? How could we get rid of the worms. We couldn't think of anything, we found no solution. The dream was over.

The Perfect Couple

My boyfriend was with another woman. He had another woman. He had simply forgotten about me. He was dating this girl as if he had never met me before. At first, I saw myself in the corridor of this girl house. Her house was of course her house and also some kind of tax office. All kinds of paperwork could be done there. Marriage certificates, birth certificates, and so on. I have no idea why I was there. I was sitting in a chair in front of a desk. Behind this desk was a woman, dealing with some papers. The place didn't feel like a home, but more like an office. The corridor was all white, the doors were gray and only the desk stood up from the rest. A brown wood desk with a lot of papers and an middle-age woman behind it.

The girl, my boyfriends woman, came out trough a door nearby. She went to the desk an signed a paper. When I look at it I could see that she was signing some kind of statement saying that she have done an abortion. I could only guess that it was my boyfriends son and I was wondering if he new about this. I was taken by a strange felling of happiness. I thought that if I could tell my boyfriend that his woman had done a abortion he would leave her and be only with me. I'm not proud of this feeling or this thought, but I could not help it. It turned out that the woman behind the desk was the girls babysitter. She came to me and said: "You must be very happy... she aborted." I pretended I was really sad.

Then, suddenly, I saw myself in the kitchen. The girls father was also in the kitchen with me. He told me how a great couple my boyfriend and his daughter were. He told me they were in love like anyone else. They did everything together. They liked the same stuff. They talked for hours. They were always going out, having fun, doing incredible things together. They were a perfect couple and I should not interfere in their relationship. Her babysitter also came to me. And repeated everything the girls father said.

I was tired of hearing all that stuff. I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe they were describing exactly what me and my boyfriend usually did together. How we felt for each other. They were describing my relationship with him, but the girl was not me, but another. And I was interfering...

Falling Airplanes

I was walking at night in Copacabana beach. It was a regular busy night in Rio de Janeiro, but not for too long. I looked to the ocean and then I saw, all of a sudden, airplanes falling from the sky. Lots of them, civilian airplanes. They were falling into the ocean like shooting stars. For no reason at all.

I turn my head to the street and for my surprise there is a perfectly fine airplane trying to take off. Unfortunately, and obviously, the airplane was to big for the street and it bumps into a building. This accident caused just a small damage in the building, because the airplane was still in the beginning of its maneuvers.

Back to what was happening in the beach. I saw one of the airplanes crashing nearby. It was a small airplane and the fuselage had no damage. So I went to the site of the crash to help the people. An old man saw me going there and followed me to help the passengers. Just with our own hands we manage to push the airplane to the sand. But no passengers were coming out. So I entered the airplane trough the back door. The passengers were trapped inside. As soon as I sighted the passengers I saw myself outside the plane again. This time, I was a giant compared to the plane. I was showing the passengers how to get out. Pointing the exit from outside the plane. Every passenger that reached the exit door I caught with my hands and left him or her in a safe place. This way I could save everyone.

In the begining there was only a dream

Once I heard that no experience is real unless you write it down on a piece of paper. That's why you should keep a diary. Honestly, I hate to write my real life experience, but I have a dream diary. All my dreams, since last year, are in general terms described in this diary. It's amazing how I'm able to remember every detail. I just don't have patience enough to write everything down. But I'm trying to. They are so real that to help the development of this reality I'm gonna keep a virtual diary of my dreams.

Do you think they may become real in this virtual-digital-cyber space? I believe so. Sure it's better than having them locked in my diary. I want to set them free and see what will happen. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. I'm able to share my real life with everyone around me, but I'm not able to share my dreams. And they are a much better explanation of me.

I don't wanna give excuses. I don't want anyones approval. I just wanna give my dreams a life of their own. As a character in a great movie said: "I'm prepared for amazing things to happen."