22 de abril de 2014
Sueño nocturno
I was driving a very fast car on a small rural town, it was like an old city but the poverty made it look like a town. I was driving on the right side of the car and it had only two pedals, gas and brake, I still had a stick for the gears on my right side. I remember going downhill and some kids playing on the left side of the road. I felt very confident even when I was going evidently too fast. I stopped for something, maybe a red light, and I adjusted the seat because I was too close to the wheel, then realized I was pushing the brakes all the way and the car was still moving, I pushed harder and it stopped.
Change
I was with two people walking towards a public space in the same town, there was a stage and someone was performing. One of the people I was with was a man in his 50's, the other one was a guy in his 20's maybe. The old guy was crazy, we were taking care of him because he had killed a lot of people. I was following him and he went straight to the stage and climbed from the front, I tried to grab him by the shirt but I couldn't reach him, he stood up on stage and smiled, I was afraid he was gonna kill the people on stage but he jumped back down, I held him by the shoulders and walked away, trying to move him away from the people. Suddenly I realized he had to kill everyone, it was his purpose and he looked at me absently; I was considering letting him do his will and suddenly, the young guy that I was with lost his mind and pulled a gun, I backed off and he started killing everyone, on and off stage, people started running, the old guy and I stood on one side of the public plaza, watching the horrible show. Then I realized the young guy was sacrificing himself for the old guy, he knew that if he killed everyone, the old man would be saved as he didn't have to kill anymore so I looked at the young guy with new eyes, even when he was killing everyone I saw him with compassion, suddenly he got shot, police were arriving and shot at him many times, he didn't die immediately, he stood on his knees and tried to move away, then he even tried to stand up again and walk towards the police that were shooting, I didn't watch him die, an old man came towards me:
"Run! Run before it's too late for you, young man"
So I ran, the man in his 50's was now a young teen, he must have been 15 or 17, he ran in front of me. We ran as far as we could, going through a huge door that looked like the official entrance of the public plaza where we were. I remember running a lot and not getting tired, we ran through old and beaten streets, switching between the sidewalk and the road, I don't remember any cars. I was barefoot and my skin was dark.
Change
The teen was now trying to get back home, and I helped him search, we walked towards a building of at least 4 floors, it was made of wood, or at least covered by wood, it was dark varnished wood. I pushed a door open and discovered it was a funeral home, we walked in, where were many coffins inside and people crying and drinking coffee. At one side of the hall there was one gray coffin made of metal, it was in a restricted area and looked like the person there was the most important, there were other small coffins made of wood all over the hall, maybe 30 people cried around them. We walked on our toes and crossed the hall to the opposite side, we came out and it was a busy street, reminded me of Mexico City. He said he knew the way, and pointed at a quad bike so we jumped in it and stole it, I was driving and he was behind me. We were going really fast on a wide avenue, I still don't remember seeing other cars.
A loud noise by the window woke me up, I don't know what it was.
