It was a really nice day at the park and we were having picnic and at some point Paolo went missing and of course I went all over the confines of the dream to find him which I did not and then ended up at a sort of starbucks with a second floor and I could look at the second floor from the bottom of the stairs by just standing on my toes, yet it was over 3 meters. Then I realized I was dreaming and felt better about not finding Paolo before I woke up....
In high school, wearing roller skate slippers....
Amazing constructive dreams....
I was Harry Potter. Of course, my version of Harry Potter was actually badass beyond measure....
I had a series of incredible dreams. In one of them, perhaps influenced by the Cumbia overdose I've had this week and the discussions about art and social issues I've had in Geneva, I participated in a sort of alternative film festival somewhere in the Mexican Sierras. I stayed in the house of a large family. I enjoyed many very well ironed shirts. Right before I woke up somebody was giving a powerpoint presentation on a wall in the street, but not with projected computer imaging. He was using wall paint and live objects instead, commanding them with a sort of telepathic power....
I was left alone in the house with the guest. He was a stranger to me. The house was almost empty; two beds in a couple of rooms and a few tables with chairs here and there. I noticed there was something front with the guest. It was not his odd appearance, the lower than low tone of his voice or the number of mechanical implants keeping his body together. No, I was used to all that these days, but there was something in the way he looked at me, something predatory, that warned me against a theat. We were talking in the kitchen when he opened the door to another forty like him, all different ages and sizes, all men, all full of implants, and all staring at me with the same look in their eyes. I must have pretended really well, because they didn't see my escape coming. I treated all of them as kindly and normally as I could while I looked for an exit. All possibilities were blocked by at least two of them. Then i saw the windows in the back. I could break them and jump out to the ravine in the back. If I did it fast enough they wouldn't react in time. People with too many implants are a little slower than us. I reached to a chair next to a big window pretending to sit, then I threw it at the window with all my strength jumped away. I was not flying, but I was falling very smoothly, like if the force of gravity was tuned down to moon levels. As I fell, I reached for the balcony on the floor below and used it as a spring to catapult me further away, and further up. The steep garden behind the house was built in the ravine, and I would have landed sixty or eighty feet down in the street if I didn't figure out soon how to keep myself in the air. I also knew they would get me if I get to the ground too close to the house. From the corner of a wall I jumped again and reached to the electrical and telephone cables in the back street. They were already on my tail. They even unleashed a few hounds on my trail. I could see them underneath me. Hanging from the cables, I began balancing away with my hands, as fast as I could, looking for a place where I could jump down safely and lose the damn hounds. Further away, behind a public elementary all girl school, I found a crack in the ravine that let me into the school through the sewage. The dogs followed me there but couldn't climb up the slippery crack. In the school I needed I disguise, so I transformed myself into a little girl. I walked around looking for other girls to blend with, but careful enough not to let them notice me too much, and I stepped out of the school. The teacher in the gates didn't notice me. Good. The men from the house were all around, looking for me. I was nervous. I hoped none of their implants included the functionality to track down DNA or something, because then my shapeshifter disguise would have been useless. I needed a bus stop. As soon as I made myself far away from them, I would be safe, and could think about a reasonable strategy to react about what happened. That, and figure out a way to become an adult man again....
In MIT I became Mazinger-Z....
I had to cross the river in the midst of a battle. Obstacles were formidable. I chopped off her leg accidentally. The doctor offered to take care of her immediately, but took us to the pastry store instead of the hospital. Those pastries looked so good they made me forget about her chopped off leg even though we had to hurry before it rot, or else we would not be able to paste it back again. The cashier got confused charging me for all my pastries, and the doctor left us behind....
We were, in a room. All of us....
Three places in one. All severely divided with electrified fences and barb wire. Iztapalapa, Barranca del Muerto, and Downtown......
Paolo went missing while I was looking for something in the house, I went outside and screamed his name, but could not find him, I woke up, later I was looking for my work clothes and could not find it, I knew I had to be at work at 8:45 but when I looked at the clock the time was 9:50, I got mad and started cursing, I knew my boss was going to fire me....
There were many mouths....
I was with my friend the Maestro in the shop. The place looked like an invernadero. I sat close to the computer looking for bikini pictures of my friends daughter. She is hot. I found lots of footage of nature instead, and couldn't login to the directory where everything else was located. Was the Boss finally protecting his data? I asked a few compromising questions about the Boss to the Maestro, but he didn't answer, changing the subject instead. Later I realized the cleaning lady was around, and she was known to go to the Boss and report about what had been said in the shop. Ok, Maestro, I get it. lets leave this place and talk about your daughter....
There were a few very interesting experiments in the school. One of them consisted in a set of hanging traps that were claimed to be unavoidable. I managed to avoid the traps because of a malfunction in the mechanism. That was a bummer, the traps seemed rather comfortable. Another interesting mechanism, built by M, J.D. and K.B. consisted on a giant real life computer game, kind of Dwarf Fortress, but real. The bathrooms were floating in the air and they had openings to los cuatro vientos, making if possible for everyone to see what you're doing. I have no idea why I usually have this problem when I need to go to the bathroom in a dream. Maybe it is a protection device, and inhibitor so to say, that makes me feel embarrassed so I don't actually do anything, because we all know what happens when we urinate in a dream, for example. We wake up all wet. Another weird detail about the floating bathrooms was the presence of big black tanks, just by the toilet, where somebody was cooking a few dozens of albino lobsters on a fire of burning toilet paper. Close to the bathroom there was a path where the wolves, the sheep, the ducks and the bunnies were sleeping. I tried to wake up a cute duckling but he did not react at all....