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One door after another – 20 November 2016
“Here, the first dream:
The first part I found myself in a not very nice room, it was old and dark, there was a girl with me, A.M.
Behind her there was a kind of seat, unexpectedly it had moved by itself, I was jolted by worry and doubt, I had asked the girl to stay behind me, so I protected her, considering that event as a threat.
I was staring out front, behind the seat that was still shaking faintly, there was a wooden door, which somehow caught my attention, it was run down and dirty, it wasn’t even completely closed, i could see it from some of the narrow ones cracks that the back room was completely dark, I continued to scrutinize it with suspicion.
I do not know how, unexpectedly, I realized that it was a dream, I was taken by courage and boldness, I began to brutally try to dominate my dream, controlling it as I pleased.
So I began to advance towards the door, without fear, in my mind I was preparing to open that door and make it light up that room.
Despite my slight push to that door, it had flung open violently, thanks to the unstoppable power of lucid dreaming, but I could not get it to light up that room, which remained dark, the darkness continued to resist.
After a quick look around, I realized that there was another door in front of it, similar to the one I had opened a few moments before, always ajar, the room I had reached overwhelmingly seemed really similar to the one where I was before , but this time there was no girl and no seat.
I wondered why I couldn’t control my dream well despite being lucid, but I didn’t give up, I kept my attitude and kept repeating the same actions, opening one door to another, which always led me to the same room, always dark.
The repetition caused me a bit of nervousness, so I started running, breaking through every door, without even looking around, I was not afraid and I did not collapse.
Finally, I had found this room, which had dark spiral staircases leading to the lower floors, I had continued going down without hesitation, and there it was, another door, it was identical to the first door I had seen at the beginning, finally though, this time i could see the sun’s rays penetrating through those thin cracks.
Taken with relief, I could not wait to get out of that place, I ran, leaning my shoulder towards the door, to be able to break it down, in an instant after having thrown that door open, the dazzling sunlight that was high in me, it had overwhelmed my view.
I found myself in a street in a medieval city, maybe it was Italian, I wasn’t sure, but from there I realized that there was something strange, something I had not perceived until now: it was me, I was remembered that I was running, observing, behaving, not as a human being, but as something else, because I walked on all fours, as if I were a wolf, an animal, and yet I kept my conscience.”
20 November 2016
50th Dream
Una porta dopo l’altra – 20 Novembre 2016
“Ecco, il primo sogno:
La prima parte mi ero ritrovato in una stanza non molto bella, era vecchia e scura, c’era una ragazza con me, A.M.
Dietro di lei c’era una sorta di sedile, inaspettatamente s’era spostata da sola, io di sobbalzo ero preso dalla preoccupazione e dal dubbio, avevo chiesto alla ragazza di stare indietro di me, così la proteggevo, considerando quell’accadimento come una minaccia.
Stavo fissando là davanti, dietro il sedile che ancora scuoteva flebilmente, c’era una porta di legno, che in qualche modo aveva catturato la mia attenzione, era malridotta e sporca, non era nemmeno del tutto chiusa, si intravedeva da alcune di quelle strette fessure che la stanza dietro era completamente buia, io continuavo a scrutarla con sospetto.
Non so come, imprevedibilmente, m’ero accorto che si trattava di uno sogno, ero preso dal coraggio e dalla sfacciataggine, iniziavo a tentare di brutalmente dominare il mio sogno, controllandola a mio piacimento.
Così incominciavo ad avanzare verso la porta, senza paura, nella mia mente preparavo di aprire quella porta e farla illuminare quella stanza.
Nonostante la mia leggera spinta a quella porta, s’era spalancata violentemente, grazie alla inarrestabile potenza del sogno lucido, ma non ci riuscivo a farla illuminare quella stanza, che rimaneva buia, l’oscurità continuava a resistere.
Dopo una veloce occhiata attorno, mi ero accorto che la davanti c’era un’altra porta, somigliante a quella che avevo aperto alcuni istanti prima, sempre socchiusa, la stanza il quale avevo raggiunto prepotentemente pareva davvero simile a quella dove c’ero prima, ma stavolta non c’era la ragazza e il sedile.
Mi ero domandato perché non riuscissi a controllare bene il mio sogno nonostante sia lucido, ma non mi arrendevo, mantenevo il mio atteggiamento e continuavo a ripetere stesse azioni, aprendo una porta l’altra, che mi portava sempre alla stessa stanza, sempre oscura.
La ripetizione mi provocava un pò di nervosismo, allora iniziavo a correre, sfondando ogni porta, senza nemmeno guardare attorno, io non temevo e non crollavo.
Infine, avevo trovato questa stanza, che aveva le buie scale a chiocciola che portava verso i piani bassi, io avevo proseguito scendendo senza esitazione, ed eccola, un’altra porta, era identica alla prima porta che avevo visto all’inizio, finalmente però, stavolta si notava i raggi del sole penetrare attraverso quelle sottili fessure.
Preso dal sollievo, non ne vedevo l’ora di uscirne da quel posto, correvo, sporgendo la mia spalla verso la porta, per poter sfondarla, in un’istante dopo aver spalancato quella porta, l’abbagliante luce del sole che era alto mi aveva travolto la vista.
Mi ero ritrovato in una via di una città medievale, forse era Italiana, non ne ero sicuro, ma da li mi ero accorto che c’era qualcosa di strano, qualcosa che non avevo percepito fin’ora: si trattava di me, mi ero ricordato che stavo correndo, osservando, comportando, non come essere umano, ma come qualcos’altro, perché camminavo a quattro zampe, come se fossi uno lupo, uno animale, eppure mantenevo la mia coscienza.”
20 Novembre 2016
50° Sogno
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