You have to go
was one of those overly gentle dreams, the kind that make you feel an atmosphere as warm and pleasant to cheer you on. Dream about a love of youth, a trip to the swimming pool, a celebration in which everyone is happy but do not know if you are the celebrated plane or you do not know who you are, and so on. For months I dreamed I was in school and was happy! humm ... dreams, dreams ... Well, I keep thinking about that dream he had that man, the typical parent who works in an office that had a perfect day ... in dreams, of course. Come on, try to elaborate here ...
"His children, a pair of plump unbearable yet adored, were just as stubborn as ever, yet there was something in them that made him feel a strange affection bordering on the nostalgic. They were supposed to go and to study but stayed Hence, making recocha, he looked somewhat puzzled. Suddenly, they said: - Daddy, and you have to go! -
Then there was in the company. For some reason, all people that there is usually common in these hectic days, I could only distinguish a few of their peers. Yes, there was Bermudez ... "With his wife and son? ... the bastards and Correa Zuluaga, with their peculiar forms of stink, for one sucker and the other by conceited and arrogant, but ... To his surprise, he felt that he got along well with them and even like him ... yeah, well, not that hate, but really did not look anywhere near them apart from office. And there was the section chief, who rarely saw one outside of your cubicle (and that when he was, because he was always doing laps). The mommy of Adriela, the maid of Mary, the messenger reggaeton "with his girlfriend? At work?, And some other guy who did not even know but recognized in the dream. And as the section chief, Mr. Marcos was out there, it was better to talk about a certain topic ... and without a word, the boss was telling you-ah, yes, champion, I see, right? Go now, let me list here, And it seemed as if he had left a very important mission because everyone was watching with a smile that seemed like a mixture of admiration and brotherly love was a strange warmth, or at least that was what inspired the gesture of them all, apart from some compassion (why the importance of his mission?)
What happened then it is not clear. You know: the dreams are broken, tangled, continuing his pattern of confusing, inconsistent suspiciously apart from what they are. Perhaps nothing was as important as seeing his beloved wife. Yes, seeing her in front of him, I really realized how he loved her. It is true that sometimes it clashed his inexplicable attacks of bad temper and sometimes can give a tremendous, but in general, to be near her was a well-made version of happiness. He entered the house, felt the "baby" on the second floor, playing Playstation, surely, is directed almost desperate to find his wife ... Ahh! What is that charm is ideal as a woman cooking? ... and incidentally, what the hell was she cooking? ... anyway, there I was, smiling and loving. Suddenly he felt helpless, overwhelmed, with a dire need to feel your embrace, like a little crybaby claiming maternal contact. And yes, I was crying, could not stop, I wanted to be hugged her and say a lot of things. She no longer smiled with a comprehensive gesture 'yes, I know what you want say, what you wear exaggerated 'But never enough to approach her. - Hey, my love, and you gotta go - I said the wife, a loving and placating tone. Without time to react violently wakes "
That man I speak of, actually did not wake up but received CPR. There I was, lying on the ground at the edge of a beach. Not far away were the bodies inert by his wife, children, coworkers and a few others who were part of the tour organized by the company for the Easter holidays. It may have been a bad day, but hey, at least it was a good dream.
My nasty tummy (no auto-Offense) seems to hiss, yuck ! 