I am the type of person that usually dreams.
Yes, usually might be the proper word. Not always, just usually.
I don’t know.
Maybe whenever my unconscious mind feels like it.
Sometimes I think it could be interesting seeing a projection of one’s dreams in the present world or in real life to rewatch or show to someone when talking about it… but then I remember that it is each one’s unconscious projection of their everyday life and reconsider the idea.
I mean… think about it.
Watching your unconscious mind randomly project itself while at the same time exposing your traumas or messages to your conscious self dressed as 3 meters tall dog with a blue bow and showing it to someone or someone showing it to you?… I think it would be a bit unsettling to give it a second thought.
Anyway, to this, I had a dream a couple of days ago which I kept thinking about.
I had it in a moment in which I was not sure if I was dreaming half awake, or dreaming.
Could be said I even woke up confused about where did this dream come from and even if it was an actual dream.
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I was aware that I was (and am) in Berlin, but I was in Paris in my dream.
A Paris I made up.
Not like the one in real life.
I was with someone.
We were together on the trip.
This person had to be dropped off at some location not far from the place we were staying at.
It was a small and cozy hotel room.
Simple but it did not feel unfamiliar.
We took the underground to the location for this person was to be dropped off.
I was something like a bit park, or what seemed like a tourist area.
Very pretty and full of people.
I left this person there.
We said our respective goodbye, and I had the intention to come back to what seemed to be this ‘hotel’ room.
So I took my underground on the opposite side from where I was and rode back to my room’s location.
I stepped out of the train when they stop and started walking up the stairs to leave the underground.
To my surprise, I was in a completely different destination.
I arrived at an amusement park.
Huge.
Rollercoasters, carousels, cotton candies, mechanical games here and there.
Everything had a pinkish look to it.
Soft pastel-colored world.
To be honest, if a park like this existed in the real world, it would be one of the most aesthetically pleasing places to be, even (and more so) as a kid!
I was so confused.
What am I doing here?
I was supposed to be in my room by this time, and I was sure I took the same way back to my place.
I checked my phone and opened google maps.
*yes, I know that usually people don’t see their clocks or phones when dreaming, but apparently, I did.
It appeared as if I was on the opposite side of the city, completely far from where I wanted to be and from where I started.
I felt very disoriented but was determined to go back.
It felt uneasy to go back into the underground, so I began walking in the direction my place was.
Strolling through the city’s streets and loving every part of it.
I remember I was taking the time to appreciate the city’s wonders and colors.
Here, I began noticing everything had a pinky look to it.
Very pretty and dreamy land.
I continued walking until I stumbled in front of a huge hotel, Mexican pink tone, with many windows, and looking very elegant.
A place where the night seemed to cost a regular worker’s yearly salary.
I went inside and no one stopped me.
Everything was decorated as if it was a royal palace from the XVIII century.
Astonishingly mesmerizing, if you ask me.
I started walking around and started entering some rooms, also huge and very luxurious.
Painted ceilings.
Big pillars.
Red, soft carpet floor.
Smooth walls.
From-ground-to-celling windows.
Clear and ridiculously clean.
The view seemed to be as if it was at the top of a hill and one could stare at a part of the city panoramically.
I walked through the breakfast area and had the same aesthetic.
Unsure of what I was doing inside this place, I did not have a feeling leave it.
I would walk into a room.
Look at it.
Enjoy the taste of it.
Exit the room.
Jump into the next.
Same, on repeat.
Until I wanted to go back to one that called my attention, and I noticed the room I re-entered, was a completely different-looking room.
What?
I went to the next one I had seen after looking at the one, and it was also different.
At this point, I noticed something was off.
Nothing was repeating itself.
Everything was changing with every move I made.
To this, I had not realized I had been walking for what seemed to be quite a long distance at that point.
I began to rush and try to find the end of the hallway.
I was not able to see the end of it.
Began rushing, running, rustling, speeding, racing, hurrying as fast as I could to reach the end.
There was none.
I thought.
Until I stumbled into a door in front of me.
I reached the wall.
I opened it, and the room was so big!
Bigger than the rest.
It had a connecting window to another room.
Walking in, I noticed a hidden pair of eyes looking straight at me.
A small girl hiding behind some objects.
Outside, two or three ladies (who gave me the impression of being her aunts) started calling her out.
As soon as she heard, she started running around the room, and just before the ladies went inside the room, she jumped through the window to the other room.
These women gave me a kind of mean, or not interested in talking to my look, and asked me if I had seen this girl.
I said I didn’t.
They sighed and did a 180-degree turn.
Walking back to wherever they came from, gossiping, somewhat laughing, and kept on calling this little’s girl name.
Before they were too far, one turned around and told me I should go out to the porch or terrace on the main floor.
‘Why?’ I asked.
‘You should go’ she replied while she kept on walking.
‘I SHOULD go? Who says so?’
‘Just go.’
I mean, at that point I was curious.
Just before going, I looked through the window, and the next room was like 2-3 floors down to the ground.
WHAT THE HECK!!??
And this little girl jumped there and was just having a blast, giggling, and playing in her world.
I was in an infinite hotel.
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I walked to the porch (because apparently, I knew where it was), and I saw a skinny guy, with a red cap, flying a kite.
On his own.
As if he was waiting for someone to stand by his side.
I walked outside of the building and gracefully walked towards them.
The sky was clear, with no clouds, and the bluest blue out there.
Peace and serenity in the sky.
Stillness.
I stood just next to this guy.
We began talking.
I can not remember what we were talking about, but it felt so good to be around him and talking with him.
I can only remember the conversation and scenery easing.
Everything felt calm and seemed to be in order.
Standing there made everything feel normal.
I didn’t originally arrive at the place I wanted to arrive (my original hotel room, but it felt so good arriving at that place in time and space – we could call it that).
It was as if everything that had just happened, suddenly became ordinary.
After this, reality broke into my mind, and then I opened my eyes.
The dream faded within my confusion.
It never really left tho…
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If you came up to this part of the post, I just want to let you know that it’s impressive since it is said that when someone says they dreamt something and they try to talk to you about their dream, it is natural for you to lose attention on what they are talking about since you know they are saying things which aren’t real.
It is as if you knew someone was just straightforward coming up to you with some bs story and making you feel fooled.
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I appreciate you being here.
*Let me know what you think in the comments, or if you usually dream some out-of-this-world scenarios as well.
Thank you for being who you are.
You are worth way more than what you can imagine.
I send you to love and light always.
I love you.
MyBk.
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