Buenas noches: QuerĂa compartir una experiencia que me ocurriĂł en un sueño.
Estaba en un lugar que, a mi entender, era un hospital. Yo no me veĂa fĂsicamente: estaba en primera persona, buscando mi cuerpo, porque aparentemente habĂa muerto.
El hospital tenĂa tĂşneles por debajo de la tierra. Yo los cruzaba y salĂa del otro lado de la calle, sobre un pasto precioso, intensamente verde. Desde ahĂ podĂa ver el hospital con total claridad.
Intentaba cruzar la calle, pero cuando llegaba a la mitad comenzaba a desvanecerme. No podĂa avanzar. TenĂa que volver. Me sentaba en el pasto, miraba el hospital y pensaba: ÂżDĂłnde estará mi cuerpo?
VolvĂa a intentarlo y pasaba lo mismo. Una y otra vez.
Hasta que, ya amargada y frustrada, escuchĂ© la voz de una mujer que me decĂa:
“Para poder cruzar tenés que dibujarte un trébol de cuatro hojas debajo de cada planta de los pies. Con eso vas a poder cruzar cuando quieras.”
En ese momento apareciĂł a mi lado un marcador de color verde.
Pensé: lo voy a intentar… tengo que saber qué le pasó a mi cuerpo.
DibujĂ© los trĂ©boles, me levantĂ© decidida y crucĂ© la calle. Esta vez no me desvanecĂa. HabĂa funcionado.
Justo cuando estaba por terminar de cruzar… me desperté.
Me gustarĂa saber quĂ© opinan ustedes sobre este sueño. Los leo.
— La Hija del Umbral
English version
Good evening: I wanted to share an experience I had in a dream.
I was in a place that, in my understanding, was a hospital. I couldn't see myself physically: I was in the first person, searching for my body, because apparently I had died.
The hospital had tunnels underground. I crossed them and came out on the other side of the street, on beautiful, intensely green grass. From there I could see the hospital perfectly.
I tried to cross the street, but when I got halfway across, I started to fade away. I couldn't go any further. I had to go back. I sat down on the grass, looked at the hospital, and thought: Where is my body?
I tried again, and the same thing happened. Over and over.
Until, already bitter and frustrated, I heard a woman's voice saying to me:
"To be able to cross, you have to draw a four-leaf clover under the soles of your feet. With that, you'll be able to cross whenever you want."
At that moment, a green marker appeared beside me.
I thought: I'm going to try it… I have to know what happened to my body.
I drew the clovers, stood up determinedly, and crossed the street. This time I didn't faint. It had worked.
Just as I was about to finish crossing… I woke up.
I'd like to know what you all think about this dream. I'm reading your comments.
— The Daughter of the Threshold