Coordinating a little cause and work with Dragonmago , scriptural my participation in this series of events that bring cleaning or reminder to be cleaned, and Apparently, the sooner the better ... There's still time. begin by noting that I dream about many things, all the time. This stage of my life is characterized by having started with a dream, one in which there were many, many oranges. To the point, the last two months I have dreamed of many things related to sports, which indicates that I have to play sports. Simple, no?. Case apart, you know, and it should represent at least that much of what you have for sleep is not therefore sleep, but the landscape of another dimension that has suddenly agreed on the grounds and specific time to witness historical events or perform specific tasks. Or both things.
This time, I had other, it happened like this: suddenly I'm in a field that most post apocalítico nightmare of Sarah Connor. The location, near where is the house of my parents. The above was almost entirely in ruins, the sun came out, dust and dark clouds obscured the scene. Beginning to explore it with some anxiety, as one by one each happen silhouettes of the members of my family. What remained of them were hateful shadows that looked with all the conviction of killing one of them at the earliest opportunity, ss eyes were red, bleeding and burning, and betray their intentions to dismember each other with teeth, legs, hands and what these could grab. The scene was as frightening before my post, but I was missing to complete: indeed a shadow, my own, I went through and joined the troupe of immortal cannibal what was left of my family. Such appearance warmed the spirits of others, and on the ground formed a spiral of dust and wind that tornado, which remained fast enough to exacerbate tensions and not raise the floor to the shadows that no more resistant to inertia and beaten, bitten, insulted and reviled with everything they had.
As I was not directly a participant in the scene with astonished eyes saw only the parade. My view had been lost, victim of perplexity, in the center of the nest, as I hear the sentence of voices, family, issue:
"There he is! Did you want to know?" This is what would have happened if you had stayed in the house of your parents. " Do not take anything
to understand the message, and that was the key to access another scene much clearer: a picnic, which involved the members of my family, in a kind of educational institution. The atmosphere was festive, as an open house. My brothers (younger, the eldest) were involved with the best of their work. They were engineering projects, so they were things that worked. I was involved in the scene with a guest's property while listening to comments about the "good note" that I had been, which of course were all less than malicious. The surprise begins to be spun when I notice that my brothers, my dad and my mom talk about me, me, like I was a distant relative, or even more so, an outsider.
Sister: "Yes, I remember, was the case, it was good, a good person. Always managed alone, looked older and was kind of grumpy, but we took good care. What a shame he's gone, but it had to be ... "
Brother: "The truth is bothering me, but I did not recognize, do not know why. I was relieved when it was, I feel that distance us now brought me closer to him. "
Mom:" Yes, I liked very much, like a son, but he almost certainly had no place in our family. It was bigger, more, it was strange, I never understood. I know better now, and I know because I'm talking to you. I did my best but I must admit that was removed to leave a big weight off, both for him and ... me. "
My father was the only scene that I recognized:" They say what they say. I miss you, son. I know you should have to go, and every day you live outside is a confirmation that outside is where you belong, and not to us. Do not be surprised that I be the only thing I recognized. Go in peace, son. Do not forget us. "
I accepted his words and left the scene, to return to this in which I, from which I write.
... And I do know what to think ... I do know, then. No I will expound on it here because it is useless, however I would not without a few beers, lol. There is something that the late star of the post before this made it very clear:
My path is mine, and everything I find it is what it is, and that is an extension of me. If I ever feel afraid of the peace of being right all the time, that's because I have not lost the ability to amaze, proof that I'm still alive.
