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The last days of summer
I am living in my house in my village but the landscape and nature surrounding the house is different. I now live on a mountain as opposed to a hill and there are huge fields and forests surrounding my house like a north American landscape.
I am living my life as I am in reality but I have reached the conclusion of every action I am making currently and have made in the past year, there is a sense of nearing the end of a journey and an imminent apocalypse (which in my dream is as real as it is metaphorical)
I dream that it is the last days of a warm summer, like the ones I remember in my childhood as opposed to the grey and wet one in recent years.
I have achieved everything I set out to accomplish but at the same time all I am about to suffer for all my mistakes, there is a feeling of hopelessness because the mistakes outweigh the accomplishment.
My fears and my ambitions have collaborated to haunt me and remind me that life is fleeting and consequential.
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Diosgrita
There was a loud cry in the distance.
It sounded like it came from behind the rocks, so I hovered over the sand towards them out of curiosity. I found him by the shore, busy filling buckets of water as if nothing had happened. Confused and intrigued, I asked if he was alright. His round face glistened in the sun as he looked at me surprised. "I'm building a castle for a saint," he replied and wiped his brow. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Unsure of how to respond to him, I laughed.
He continued filling a variety of buckets with salt water as if I wasn't there. He had this incredible look of desperation as his tired limbs worked vigorously to build the sand sculpture. I couldn't stop watching him. Time passed and his lightly tanned skin slowly began to burn.
The dream skipped forward and his tiny castle stood on a tiny hill with a tiny winding road leading to the shore. I congratulated him with a hug and for a moment I felt my chest tighten. "We must bury it now," he whispered.
We buried the sacred castle while the sun buried its head into the horizon.
Sharks
I wander around this amazing place, it's like a giant zoo for aquatic creatures. There are pools and tanks everywhere. All along the walls and on the floor. The tanks are filled with all sorts of fish and sharks. I'm with a friend and we explore the whole area, occasionally touching the fish. I try to avoid the tanks and pools with sharks in them. Sharks terrify me. We enter a new room that has an enormous pool in it. We both take a step into the room and I immediately fall. For some reason the floor is slippery and slanted and I see myself sliding towards the pool. In the the pool I see hundreds of large, dark shapes that look like sharks. I scream and twist around and try to grab onto something. My friend is gone and I slide into the water.
Honest to god, it's one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I've had several variations of this dream and I must have dreamt it while I was in grade school, but it has stayed with me.
Anyways I'm in the water and I refuse to look around me as I know something awful is about to happen. I use all my strength and force and try to pull myself up out of the water. Somehow I manage to do it and I get away. I get into a different room and gasp for air and fall on the floor.
A few minutes later I wander into the pool room and once again I slip and fall
Lola
I looked in the mirror and my lips were black.
dark city, bubbling warmth
She's in Firenze, or maybe Halifax. And we are talking and it makes me so happy that we are talking and understanding each other. Like the happiest feeling I've ever felt in my life. A bubbling warmth in my chest. To be on a common ground with her. we say we'll meet up somewhere: across a bridge and behind an old statue of a horsed figure. The city feels like London, but i've never been there so I don't know. I've never been to Halifax either. The buildings are old and when I find her behind the statue I want to hold her in my arms and never let go. I came in from a bus, a school bus maybe? There are cliffs bordering the town, it's in a valley, but there's a river running through it? The weather is dreary; it's grey but not quite raining. The entire sky is clouds, no blue or yellow peaking through. but it's not depressing. It's this early morning freshness that feels relieving. We don't hold each other but she greets me happily. We want to run around the city and act like children, at least I do, but we don't. Her graceful, empathetic words are that of a close friend and they are so warm inside of me. i don't ever want to leave here but i know I have to, eventually. the streets are so dark; it's very early morning.
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