Un sueño, de esos que no se explican. // A dream without explanation.

Hoy luego de despertar y tener una mañana normal, de un domingo normal, de esos dónde no hay mucho que hacer, y posterior a haber desayunado, decidí que debía dormir un poco más, y me acosté de nuevo. Esos 30 - 45 minutos de sueño parecían estar transcurriendo dentro de un día completo, pues fué mucho lo vivido en tan poco tiempo, dentro de un mundo dónde el tiempo parece no tener límites, nuestra mente.

Nosotros como humanos, según Freud, olvidamos el 90-95% de lo que soñamos y que incluso nos acordamos de mejor manera de lo que nos parece ordenado. Sin embargo, mucho de mi sueño pareciera haber sido caótico, pues salía de mi realidad, la que conozco y que creo, es.

Lo primero que recuerdo, es estar sentado en una plaza, junto a compañeros de la universidad, rodeada de grama verde, y calles de ladrillos marrones ordenados. Era un día de esos nublados pero con aspecto lluvioso, las nubes eran enormes, se lograba ver al horizonte ese toque de color de los crepúsculos de mi ciudad. Luego todo se tornó más frío, comenzaba a llover, pero rayos de luz empezaron a atravesar las nubes abriendo así una ventana hacia lo que parecía ser un cielo totalmente distinto, con aspecto más infinito.

Ese segundo cielo, era de color entre amarillo, rojo y naranja, con mucha profundidad, con nubes que se impregnaban de ese color que las rodeaba. Y algo fué lo más sorprendente y extraño de todo mi sueño, en ese cielo pasaba un Dragón, con solo escamas en su cola, inmenso, parecía estar volando sin un rumbo o dirección dentro de ese gran espacio, detrás de él, un caballo lo perseguía, no recuerdo muy bien si un Pegaso de los mitológicos que conocemos con alas, o uno natural como los que conocemos, pero si recuerdo que era imponente, tan grande como el dragón y estaba decidido a no dejarlo ir.

Todo fué tan rápido, apenas giré la mirada para comentarlo a mis amigos, ese segundo cielo parecía haberse cerrado para no dejarse ver, solo estelas de luz quedaban en el lugar del agujero. Tal situación como esas que nos han sucedido, dónde lo contado es increíble, pero uno tiene la certeza de haberlo vivido.

Luego de eso, sucedieron una serie de acontecimientos, mientras iba camino a mi hogar dentro de una buseta, al mismo tiempo que temblaba el piso detrás de ella, llovía sin pausa, y las brisas hacían tambalear todo alrededor. Al bajar de la buseta, frente a mi casa, era imposible abrir la puerta, o que me abrieran, por más que golpeara o gritara... Momento de ansiedad dónde desperté, de ese sueño como esos inconclusos e inexplicables, que de no contarlos en un primer instante, se desaparecen de nuestra mente sin dejar rastro.

Today after waking up and having a normal morning, a normal Sunday morning, one of those where there is not much to do, and after having breakfast, I decided that I should sleep a little more, and I went to bed again. Those 30 - 45 minutes of sleep seemed to be passing within a full day, because it was so much lived in such a short time, in a world where time seems to have no limits, our mind. We as humans, according to Freud, forget 90-95% of what we dream and that we even remember better than what seems orderly to us. However, much of my dream seems to have been chaotic, as it was coming out of my reality, the one I know and believe it to be.

The first thing I remember is sitting in a square, together with my university classmates, surrounded by green grass and orderly brown brick streets. It was one of those cloudy but rainy-looking days, the clouds were huge, you could see that touch of color of the twilight of my city on the horizon. Then everything became colder, it began to rain, but rays of light began to pass through the clouds opening a window to what seemed to be a totally different sky, with a more infinite aspect.

That second sky, was a color between yellow, red and orange, with a lot of depth, with clouds that were impregnated with that color that surrounded them. And something was the most surprising and strange of all my dream, in that sky passed a dragon, with only scales on its tail, huge, seemed to be flying without a direction or direction within that great space, behind him, a horse was chasing him, I do not remember very well if a Pegasus of the mythological ones we know with wings, or a natural one like the ones we know, but I remember that it was imposing, as big as the dragon and was determined not to let him go.

Everything was so fast, as soon as I turned my eyes to tell my friends, that second sky seemed to have closed so as not to be seen, only trails of light remained in the place of the hole. Such a situation as those that have happened to us, where the story is unbelievable, but one has the certainty of having lived it.

After that, a series of events happened, while I was on my way home in a bus, at the same time the ground was shaking behind it, it was raining steadily, and the breezes made everything around me sway. When I got off the bus, in front of my house, it was impossible to open the door, or to be opened, no matter how much I knocked or shouted... Moment of anxiety where I woke up, from that dream like those unfinished and inexplicable ones, that if we don't tell them at first, they disappear from our mind without leaving a trace.