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This time the theme is Dreamland/Dreamscape. For me it is an excellent opportunity to have fun and further develop my writing skills, so I look forward to the community's comments and recommendations. I am a newbie in this area, however I am very willing to learn. Here is my short story:
People talk to each other without distinction of languages, Spanish is confused with Japanese and Swiss with Italian, English sounds like French, German sounds like Portuguese, and everyone understands each other.
Old loves appear and reclaim their participation in one's own life, some individual, man or woman, walks naked in the street and it seems that this is a normal situation.
The dreamer looks at his watch, but it has no minute or second hand, it is as if something is telling him that in this world time does not exist. Immediately, like a work of Savador Dali, all the clocks around him seem to melt.
The environment is threatening, the environment can be literally cut with a knife, and the dreamer does it, leaving the scene like a comic book where an image is cut in two. He shows courage and is not afraid of being humiliated.
Memories come to his mind and his brain tries to link them together, this dreamer is trying to solve the mystery of why he is where he is and even he recognizes himself as very bizarre.
In this world, the dreamer feels detached from reality and knows he is an imaginative and creative individual who hallucinates. But there is something else he does not know.
1,2,3, a startle and a feeling of suffocation at the sound of the alarm clock in a bed that melts, the dreamer walks on it and does not burn.
The bed disappears and the environment becomes intermittent, objects, people and animals turn black and white and then become colored again. Monsters and characters that seem to come out of the pages of a science fiction magazine pass through the mind of the dreamer, all of them show a grimace and look sideways as if mocking.
Suddenly rain falls and the dreamer is kissed on the mouth by several beautiful women, the feeling is one of perplexity and strangeness, the hateful characters no longer mock, they disappear and so do the beautiful women.
There is a tense calm and the humidity makes drops fall on the face of the dreamer, the heat gradually takes over the atmosphere and the color of the sky goes from blue to gray, from gray to violet, from violet to red, the clouds always white, and the sun and the moon contemplating as playmates what happens in a place as insane as this.
A unicorn approaches, but it is clearly seen that it is a white horse with a prosthesis of a horn on its head, this animal sings, but it sings as if it were a small canary.
The dreamer touches the unicorn, it becomes a demon as it has always been believed to be the demons, with horns and sharp teeth, long and very large wings that were once of an angel, next to him, the can cerberus with three heads and a snake tail, there are television screens everywhere with color images and black and white, in this you can see the meeting between demon and human, the crowd applauds in the shadows.
The demon spits fire, the one who dreams spits letters when he opens his mouth, not words, in the air these letters come together to form sentences, there is a dialectic between both beings that manage to understand each other somehow.
Negative energies begin to manifest but these help the dreamer to reconcile with the darker side of his being.
The dreamer wonders within his being: is this a nightmare or a hallucination, it is like a psychotic state of mind but very real where my senses are alert. What is it?
Am I the one who is dreaming, the one who lives here, or is someone manipulating me, I do not exist, I am an imaginary being?
The demon and the negative energies disappear and the dreamer finds himself in free fall, the wind is felt on his face and a fresh breeze invades his body and before the worst happens he takes flight and manages to see the city which is comparable to a large anthill and of course the people are the ants because of how tiny they look. Before the vertigo, the dreamer's eyes close.
Suddenly, when he opens his eyes, he finds himself on a couch with a man completely dressed in white who answers him:
You are thinking something very absurd and incongruous, is it not that you have lost a weight in your life that prevented you from driving lightly, enjoy the freedom you need, do not limit yourself. The dreamer listens to the advice of his interlocutor.
For the first time the protagonist of this story speaks coherently asking: Are you the doctor?", but before this one answers he transforms into something incorporeal, joins the atmosphere is diluted, is complemented by the air.
There is a leap, the one who dreams is no longer dreaming, he is awake, and it is not me who is dreaming, the name of the dreamer is...
Thank you very much for appreciating this publication, I hope I have added value to the community. Greetings to all and best of luck in this month's initiative. See you next time.
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