It was India? – 22 September 2016 – 18th Dream

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It was India? – 22 September 2016

“Was it India?

The atmosphere was spicy, the warmth on my skin, the architecture of the buildings in ocher colors, yes, that was the feeling, i was in India.

I was standing in one of the two squares, one modern and one old, I had not yet seen the other, but somehow I knew that it was so, and that both squares were connected by a long gallery, which passed under a large construction.

It did not seem to be in the square, because it was desolate, there was just me, my family and a particular means of transport, it seemed that we were tourists in an India empty of people.

We got on this futuristic vehicle to move to the other square, crossing that beautiful tunnel, it was not a typical obsolete or dirty gallery, it was wide and high, clean and elegant, full of engravings on the stones and well lit, on the way there they were short descents and climbs.

The vehicle ran very fast, it had no roofs over our heads, the breeze that gently hit us, we were all fine, I was so thrilled by all that beauty I saw, so much, immense wonder that it made me want to pull out my cell phone and film it.

It was all so golden.

I remember, however, that there were other various details in the course of the dream, but I fear they have vanished from my attention when I wake up. “

22 September 2016

18th Dream

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Era l’India? – 22 Settembre 2016

“Era india?

L’ambiente era speziato, il tepore sulla mia pelle, architettura degli edifici dai colori ocra, si, la sensazione era quella, mi trovavo in India.

Ero in piedi, in una delle due piazze, una moderna e una vecchia, non ne avevo ancora vista l’altra, ma in qualche modo sapevo che era così, e che entrambe piazze erano collegate da una lunga galleria, che passava sotto una grande costruzione.

Non sembrava di trovarsi in piazza, perché era desolata, c’ero solo io, mia famiglia e uno particolare mezzo di trasporto, sembrava che fossimo turisti in una India svuotata di persone.

Eravamo saliti su questo futuristico mezzo per spostarci verso l’altra piazza, attraversando quel bellissimo tunnel, non era una tipica galleria obsoleta o sporca, era larga ed alta, pulita ed elegante, piena di incisioni sulle pietre e ben illuminata, durante il tragitto c’erano delle brevi discese e salite.

Il mezzo correva molto veloce, non aveva coperture sopra le nostre teste, la brezza che ci investiva dolcemente, stavamo tutti bene, io ero così entusiasta da tutta quella bellezza che vedevo, così tanta, immensa meraviglia che mi aveva fatto venire voglia di tirare fuori il mio cellulare e filmarla.

Era tutto così dorato.

Ricordo che però c’erano altri vari dettagli nel corso del sogno, ma temo siano svanite dalla mia attenzione al risveglio.”

22 Settembre 2016

18° Sogno

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