I specially remember one dream during the quarantine. I was at the beach where I grew up, a place that really exists. I was playing on the sea shore, in my childhood days. I remember of feeling happy while I was playing, however the sea was rough and murky. The sand went up to the surface of the water, so it became brown and ugly.
Suddenly a crocodile arrived walking in my direction and I got afraid. Then I started to run and escape. The dream became a nightmare so I woke up. I remember this dream because I experienced contrary sensations as happiness, fear and be under threat.
Alejandra, Venezuela
I always struggled remembering my dreams, but this morning I dreamt the following. A male character (I believe in my subconscious it was a metaphor for myself) was anxious about a commitment, and eventually the anxiety vanishes thanks to the transformation of a furniture. A kind of a dresser that is pimped, enlarged, grown, it rises a few levels by adding drawers, the surface of which is wavy and a bit transparent, made of red plexiglass.
Alessandra, Italy/France
2 nights, the same dream. I have a child with me, a cousin or my own baby, though in reality I’m childless. We are running, hiding, trying to find safety in the midst of chaos and destruction. I’m with a group of people, survivors, but my devotion is protecting this young child. I have a small instrument that looks like a leveler. The group depended on me to use psychic abilities to see where we could safely go next, and the leveler helped me see if I was tapped into Spirit. If not, I would meditate for a couple minutes, focusing all my energy and consciousness, and the leveler’s bubble would balance and I knew I could discern where we should go.
Alisha, United States of America
My dreams are never easy to remember and I know why. They are always upsetting and have a similar theme – – LOSS. I’m very relieved and thankful upon waking when I realize that what I’ve just experienced is not real. It’s no surprise, but I become very agitated when something is misplaced – – even if it’s something minor. Once, I lost an earring while snow tubing on a family vacation. I kept calling the resort well into the spring, once I knew that the snow had thawed to see if by chance, someone had found my missing earring. It was never recovered and it took me a long time to get over the fact that remaining earring would never again be part of a pair. My dreams echo this sentiment but more powerfully. When I lose things in my dreams they really matter to me within the framework of that story. I recently dreamt that I lost a lens on a photography job. In another dream my flash falls off my camera and cracks into pieces. It’s very dark and I don’t have a replacement. I can’t see nor can I light my way through these dreams. Although these are also the same worries that cause me anxiety in my real life as a working photographer these dreams are metaphors and make sense given the current state of the world. There are only so many outcomes we can be prepared for in life. The most upsetting dream happened right after the lockdown began. I had a dream that I lost my oldest child to the virus. He has asthma and his lungs are very compromised. This illness could be much more harmful to him than to most people. That dream, and the horror of it, cannot compare to the loss of material things that can be replaced. Again, I felt immense relief and gratitude upon waking. The level of anxiety I am experiencing throughout this pandemic is the most extreme I have ever felt in my lifetime. I cannot wait to be on the other side of this virus and pandemic. I can’t wait to take a deep, cleansing breath followed by many nights of good sleep.
Andi, United States of America
At my home in Martorano, Italy, on the fifth day of Corona Virus and forced self-isolation, I dream. The dream refers to a war situation. Of which I remember only the final part, close to waking up from an unusually long siesta. We shoot. We defend ourselves, a group of friends and I, from the house window overlooking an embankment nearby a river I do not know. They, my friends, take advantage of the arrival of a truck, to find a way out, which picks them up after they have jumped, taking the rifles, from the window we were defending. I’m not leaving. I am left, alone now, to defend the position. Position that turns out to be the my mother’s house in Alcover, which is not Alcover nor is this my mother’s house. Rather, they are both the village and the maternal home, and at the same time they are not. The house is so different that I find it hard to recognize it. Intuitively I find the door and the lock where to put the key to open it. Two inconsistencies. First, if I was defending a house window, how come I’m out now and trying to get in? Second: The position we defended from the window and the window itself, fleeing through which my friends have found salvation, corresponds to the house of Martorano. Now it is as if you have just returned to the village, which is not Alcover, and to the house, which is not the mother’s home, as it has a different door. Smaller and adorned with two long garlands of flowers hanging on the sides. Definitely, it is not the mother’s house. Better, it is but it is not either. So I come to defend a position on my own that is the same as when I defended the window, located in Martorano, with my friends. I am back inside the house and as I walk through the rooms, I put it in order. I do it like someone who knows he has to lose the house or he has to leave it for a long time. Difficult to predict for how long. When I get to the dining room, I meet the new owners of the house. Two men. One of them with a mustache, and belonging to the ethnic group against which we defended the position. I haven’t said it yet: The reason for this war was caused by an ethnic conflict. The two men, now the new owners, belong to the victorious group of this ethnic war and are here to take possession of the new property that belongs to them as spoils of war. Before releasing the position, I negotiate with the two men to have the house set aside for headquarters for study and cultural exchanges. Because, in a few years, when the conflict is over, because it will end, this house will serve for exchanges between young people of the two opposing ethnic groups in today’s conflict. So without it being mine, it will be like it still was, I think.
Anton, Catalunya/Italy
I dreamed that I was being persecuted by a man who operated a huge machine, like an excavator with a big metal arm. This arm moved very quickly. The man and his machine harassed me, followed and frightened me. I was running away. I was trying to get recognition from other people who were there, I wanted to show that this persecution was a great injustice to me. I tried to understand what was going on and especially to see the face of the man who was driving the machine. I was finally able to see him, he was someone I did not know.
Carlos, France
I was alone, in the middle of the sea, on a tower made of concrete. There was a chair and I was sitting there. I didn’t know how I got there, however the only way to get out of the tower was to jump down into the water. I was so afraid of looking down, because it was very high and the water seemed very deep and churning. Suddenly, looking down, I felt the chair slip and simultaneously I was falling towards the water. I remember thinking quickly about my baby and it brought tears, thinking I was going to die. At that moment I woke up from the nightmare.
Elena, Bulgary/Italy
I don’t remember quite often what I’ve dreamed, or who appeared in the dream, but sometimes, when I wake up, I have really vivid sensations. Especially, when I wake up anxious, worried and with the feeling that something bad has happened. It is only a few seconds, not many, where I doubt if what it is in my mind has really happened or I have simply dreamed it. And during the lockdown, I have many pof these awakenings. I was sure that I have been outside, I didn’r remember where, but it was outside, and I walked, I walked a lot, and I met people who I know but I wasn0t able to recognized them (neither the faces nor the voices). And I kept walking, and I was tired.
Farners, Catalunya
I was walking in a forest t night, and I was feeling like I had been walking through that place for very long time. The moon was high in the sky and I could see my surrounding clearly and I had no fear, although I was alone in there. After a while a got to a clearing where I could see a phone box right in the middle of it. The shiny, black, plastic phone started ringing and I knew that call was for me, so I picked up the phone. A gentle voice on the other side gave me some instructions on how to get to the nearest hospital. I hung up the phone and I headed to the hospital following the directions I had just received. The hospital was a big white building with colourful flags waving from the top of some little towers. As soon as I got into the building a nurse took me immediately to the delivery room as I was just about to give birth to a baby. Once all the mess was done the nurse showed me the baby and she told me I’d have had to keep him for a few hours in a freezer in order to let him grow better. That was the procedure to ensure the baby was well and healthy after the birth. I took the baby and placed it into a freezer reminding myself I ‘d have had to take it out after a few hours and finally seeing him opening his eyes and coming to life. While I was waiting I kept myself busy with many activities. I was working and thinking about my life and the way to make progress. From time to time I stopped and thought about the baby but then I found other activities to add up to my list so eventually I never took that baby out of the freezer, letting him to freeze. I was aware of what I was doing and I didn’t feel bad or worried. In fact, after a few minutes I realized that I was pregnant once again and just about to give birth one more time. This time however I gave birth to a cat. As soon as it came out it stared at me for a while and then he left the place carelessly. That made me feel strange and restless: how is it possible that women of my species could give birth to animals? I started to make some research and I found out that in the past those cases had occurred. So I was part of that very tiny group of people able to generate animals, too. I didn’t know what to think next, I felt quite confused and disoriented, also considering the fact I gave birth twice but with no success. The first baby was indeed frozen; the cat was gone. I did generate life but then I didn’t care much about it.
Federica, Italy
Last night I dreamt that I was going to some university while a Nordic looking guy was cycling next to me and then stopped at a gym. It was strange to see a little town in Tuscany where my grandparents lived turned into an urban metropolitan environment. I also dreamt of … We were downstairs in the garden of the apartment, there were bushes and long branches full of thorns, brushwood and various weeds, I believe that the long branches that went up to the terrace above represented trauma that we had to get rid of.
Federico, Italy/Germany
A short time ago I had a very strange dream. I was back at high school and we went for a school trip. I must have been 16, 17, not more. All our class was walking in the countryside and everyone was in a great mood. The scenery around us was very gloomy – it did not remind of anything that we were used with. It all looked very unfriendly and inhospitable. Instead of the usual green surroundings there was just mud and trees without leaves which were copying with the strong wind. More than a wind it was actually a hurricane. Our mood was in the perfect contradiction of the landscape. We were so happy, laughing about everything that was happening, as if the world around us did not exist at all and nothing actually mattered. Suddenly the wind became much stronger and started to pick us up from the ground like rag dolls. At first, it took my best friend who was able to catch hold of a bush in the last moment. Instead of getting terrified, we all got very amused by the scene. After a little bit, also I started to be taken from the ground by the wind. But unlike my friend, I found nothing to catch on. Fortunately, I managed to realize that I actually have wings and that I am able to fly. I also realized there is no point of being scared and resisting the wind. There was something incredibly freeing in the flight over the ugly countryside. Shortly also the other joined me and we all were flying, laughing over the absurdity of the whole situation and we did not want to return back to the ground at all.
Gabriela, Czech Republic/India
I was in a registry office, because I wanted to get divorced from someone – someone I had married on a TV show without ever having seen that person before, and that I wasn’t even in touch with anymore. Since it was a legal marriage, we had to wait for a year to get divorced. One reason that we were doing it on that first possible day was because I was supposed to marry Federico – right afterwards right there on the same day. He was already there – but no one else to celebrate with us. Maybe that was because of Corona, I don’t know. I hadn’t really talked to that other guy throughout the year, and he complained that I never got in touch and asked if I was pregnant, which I wasn’t. He was already with someone else as well. And I remember saying to myself: Why the hell did I marry someone on TV?? That’s not like me at all! I never got an answer.
Gina, Germany
Yesterday I did a weird dream. I Woke up in the morning and realized that I was late. After that, by car I rushed to the school. Arrived to the school all The classes already started. My teacher was upset and was so scary. Let me see your homework he said and I take out of my bag quickly, but they wasn’t there. I looked around me and all my classmates had their homework with them. I was so scared. After that my teacher got mad at me, and all my classmates was laughing at me. After I woke up.
Giulia, Japan
I was doing paragliding in a hilly area and it was awesome …I had a great sensation of freedom and happiness. It was really incredible, and after, suddenly, I jumped in a family meeting with parents and relatives in a house or apartment that i didn’t know and we had fun and were enjoying the moment.
Giusanto, Switzerland/Italy/Spain
One of my friends’ son had this dream which he told me about it on the phone: I had a dream the day school ended. My friends came to my house and we played games for a bit. Then it was 4 pm when we went to the pool in my community. We were at the pool for 2 hours when my parents told us to come back home. They had gotten a pizza and we took a few slices and went upstairs to play some more games until their parents came and took them. Then I woke up and told my friends about it next day. I was totally touched by his dream as how he missed out his fun and got bored without the company of his friends because of the lockdown. So, I thought how wonderful it would be if I could arrange a big surprise for him and make his dream come true. Much to my surprise I had a dream the same night. I took my friend’s kid to the pool and we had a lot of fun together. Then we ordered a really big pizza like we were waiting for his friends to come to have fun. But no one showed up at all and then I woke up and got really sad because I realized that it wasn’t real and I wished that it was. I was confused as it was only the reflection of my reality!!!
Helaleh, Iran
He came back again, my dad, he wasn’t dead but just away for a while. He smiled and I believed it. Together again, this time I was ready to show myself without guilt and shame. As soon as I noticed it, he was gone again and I woke up.
Iva, Albania/Italy
After a long time, in some unknown bar, I met my old friend. I accidentally passed him. In the meantime he started a whole new life. For a moment I didn’t know whether to greet him. I saw his face. His gaze changed. The expression in his eyes was different. And he also stopped for a moment. After a while, without a lot of words, we hugged tightly, friendly, sincerely. That hug cheered and saddened me at the same time. I woke up. I wonder what that hug meant.
Ivana, Croatia
When I dream, the architecture and landscapes of different cities I have lived in, along with spaces I witness constantly on a screen, blend together into one. Time loses meaning, events and fashion are compressed flat. When the virus hit Italy, I was living in Milan. Also dealing with Italian bureaucracy at the time, my dreams were unsettling. I was constantly trying to find solutions in my sleep. In one of these dreams, I recall being amongst friends all dressed up for a special occasion. The light was golden yellow. Walking, gladiator sandals on our feet, I notice the streets were pink marble, like in Verona. We climb up a set of stairs, like the Scala Contarini del Bovolo. On the right, there was a view of an opaque, turquoise grand canal. I discover we are inside the Fondeco dei Tedeschi in Venice. Not as it is today, but what I imagine it looked like in its prime historic past. My friends disperse and begin to socialize. Meanwhile, I’m approached by one of building’s merchants. We have a conversation that I cannot remember, but he offers me a solution and explains “with every solution, comes a sacrifice.” In that moment I decide to take his viable solution. Instantly, a piece of rectangular glass appears in my right hand. With what seems to be a male face “trapped” under its surface. Then, I woke up.
Jaspal, Canada
I enter the lobby of an enormous glass and metal skyscraper in Manhattan and shake hands with an older woman wearing too much makeup. She tells me the apartment I’m here to look at is 200 flights up and this is the tallest building in the world. I ask where the elevators are and she says “oh no, there are NO elevators in this building. It has the world’s first vertical escalator!”. I feel extremely anxious to step on to it, wondering how we all won’t simply fall off but to my surprise we all stand and ride normally. The majority of the building is floor after floor of what looks like a giant shopping mall. Thousands and thousands of people are milling around and for a brief second I wonder how safe this is while we are in the midst of a pandemic. It’s then that I realize no one, including myself, are wearing masks. I can feel my panic about to overwhelm me when suddenly we are at the 200th floor. We step directly into the most luxurious apartment I’ve ever been inside. I don’t know how to tell the realtor there is no way I can afford this so I decide to just play along. One half of the entire apartment is a continuous glass wall with a view of nearly all of Manhattan. We’re so high up that low hanging clouds are visible right in front of us and the sunset is a violent shade of orange and yellow that’s both gorgeous and frightening. We walk through room after room after room, some of them seem to have no purpose except to just walk through on the way to the next useless but beautiful room. In one of these pointless rooms I find a small staircase. It leads up to a tiny turret that houses the apartments only bedroom. Unlike the rest of the very expensive and modern looking decor, this room is rundown and looks like something you imagine a 19th century painter in Paris would live in. I immediately love it. There is only one window in the room and it opens up on to a tiny balcony that is technically the 201st floor. I’m expecting it to be windy and scary once I’m out there but it’s very still, quiet and peaceful. I’m eventually forced back inside to continue looking at the rest of the apartment. It’s then that I realize the other side of the apartment is also a continuous glass window but this one faces out into the shopping concourse and the throngs of maskless people walking around. Hundreds of people are now staring at me while I look out at them and when I ask the realtor how you get any privacy while living here she just shrugs at me. The window fogs up on the other side from so many people in such a tight space walking around and slowly obscures my view of them. My heart starts racing and claustrophobia grips me, I NEED to get out of this building immediately. I run through the apartment and straight into the crowds of people outside the front door and everyone is coughing and sweating and falling into each other. I push my way to the escalator but it takes what seems like hours to ride down 200 flights. I feel faint and panicky and crazy. I finally get outside and the cold air hits me so forcefully my eyes fly open. I’m laying in bed, in my apartment in Brooklyn, and the Coronavirus pandemic has just surpassed 100,000 deaths in the United States.
Jennifer, United States of America
I can hardly remember any of my dreams. Usually, when I open my eyes in the morning, 90% of the dream is gone. These days, I know the majority of my dreams are related to some houses since we are in the process of buying a house, but I just cannot recall any details. For instance, from my dream last night, I vaguely remember we have three options to rent out a house.The first one is the most interesting. We need to rent it out to some pro-baseball player, and I never care about baseball! As a result, we need to paint the house mostly blue and white – no idea why. Then I remember there’s a boat. I think it’s more an ancient classic Chinese style boat that fits 2 people. I guess the boat took me to school with a big auditorium? There are a lot of people in it and someone is presenting. I have to climb into the auditorium from the windows all the way at the top row, then find a seat. I really cannot remember the rest.
Jenny, China/United States of America
I was going to a non descript school in LA and gave a presentation using music i composed and played. Everyone loved it and one very cool student in particular asked me to come play percussion at a jam session. We showed up to a rehearsal studio where he handed me two pencils sharpened until they were very short. I played a very simple rhythm on some congas which were lined up in 3 pairs of two in front of me. After we played a poppy latin song they told me they wanted me to play with them in Jennifer Lopez’ touring band. Next thing i know it’s after rehearsal and we were all walking somewhere and chatting like old friends. I was thinking to myself how I better hold onto this gig because i’m gonna have to drop out of school to keep it.
Joey, United States of America
My dream was in a city, I was walking but I don’t know which city was – I couldn’t recognize it, but it was probably an old part of the city. I was with my camera on my way and somehow I realize I wasn’t wearing a mask. Two guys were checking if people were wearing masks, and I decided to run away, trying to escape. I arrived to a narrow street and I realized there were another two guys, they were two bold big guy with black face masks. I again start running, street by street. At the end I got lost and I didn’t know where my house was, and then I turned on a street where a dog attack on me at that point I woke up. It took few minutes to figure I was safe, at home, in my bed.
Kerem, Turkey
I meet my grandmother again (she passed this year, when she passed, me and my sisters chose from her beautiful jewellery). I now show her what I chose. Grandmother lifts up a necklace with two swans and says that she like this one a lot. Hi say: “then you should have it!” She looks at me and says: “no, now it is your turn to have them”.
Kjersti, Norway
I am in a very gloomy place, it resembles a concentration camp. There are lots of grey houses, and two and two people live together. A man in a uniform goes around inspecting the houses. When he enters s house he looks at the people and he nods his head to one of them, and this is how he is condemning that person to death. He chooses people randomly within each household. I feel very scared and have no control of the situation.
Ronnaug, Norway
I dreamt of Kobe Bryant. I told him “my brother would’ve been happy to meet you”. He said back “he send me here”.
Luigi, Japan/Italy
My black dog is back again. We strolled in the park, broken bottles and deflated balloons lay everywhere, as if after a big party the men had, poof, disappeared, forgetting to clean up behind them. The Dog advanced in the midst of all that dust, without stopping even once to sniff, which was strange for a dog. I was the one who slowed down the walk, stopping to look at every piece of torn paper, every broken object left there. The dog turned and waited patiently for me. We went out of the park. There was a city. The Slavic perspective, it seems to me. We walked on the gray asphalt, we entered a tall gray building, we went up to the top floor. Attic apartment, white walls, an annoying neon light. The ceiling was so low that even I couldn’t stand straight. Behind the desk, among the puffs of smoke, sat a middle-aged woman with short, dyed hair. He wore a greased undershirt and large glasses. He insisted on scribbling something, with a blunt pencil, on a yellowish paper, regardless of us. “And this is your life.” – the Dog told me – “It will become very soon.”
Margarita, Russia/Italy
I shared 17 years of my life with a mare. Fine, light, bloody. I very often dream of her, of her skin, of her movements, of our exchanges, of her way of catching myself, of rubbing against me, of being impatient with my presence. And I dreamt of a dream that had come true. A dream where we walked side by side again, in the water of the Breton sea. She discovered this salt and cold water by raising her legs high. And I was divided, between the pleasure of seeing her discovering and the fear that she would be afraid. Each dream of her leaves me with nostalgia, that of a double, powerful, vibrant and strong body, which has disappeared.
Marie, France
I dreamt I was with my friend Roberta and we went into the house of a guy she ‘s just met. We entered inside, it was a huge and shiny house, with a big garden. It was awesome. It was decorated with taste and the furniture was modern. The garden was almost part of the inside of the house, so there was a greenish light surrounding the interior. The owner of the house appeared, he was nice. I remember to see his face as if I were in a movie, just like a close-up. I could see his face clearly. I thought “No, I don’t like him!!”. Then we went into a darker room, its colors were darker and gloomy. On a table there was a slice of cake, some friends were sitting there. On the cake there was written “Mrs Maldonado has been convicted”. I ate a slice of the cake.
Marzia, Italy
Water, a lot of water! The waves, the sea, even mountains and high places…
I hear the singing of the mermaid, a divine song that comes from the sky. I dare to go down to the forbidden place, I feel the fundamental goodness, I am in the right place. I am hidden but I can see the vast prairie with the trees. This is perfect happiness… The water disappears and excrements come to the surface… I can escape, there are big waves, tsunamis, many people, at the top of the mountain, I can make it. We are many, we are crossing under the bridge, where are we going?
Monica, Portugal
I am walking on the beach in Italy, my feet in the water. My father that died 10 years ago, is near me. I realize that the lockdown mood is in my dream. I’m worry about it.
Nadejda, Russia/Italy/Belgium
I was in a room along with my brother, a girl and a kid, most likely in our own village. Suddenly a man came in and ordered the girl to leave the room and go to the toilet. The girl followed the order and while she was just about to get into the toilet another lady came in and followed her in the rest room. The lady had a little blade with in her hand. I realized that the girl was just about to receive infibulation. As soon as I understood the woman’s intent I left the room as I felt restless. When I was outside I kept listening to the voices inside telling the girl not to be afraid and to keep calm. I got back to the room after a short while. There I saw my brother handling a knife and cleaning it with a cloth. I felt that was the knife that they used to infibulate the girl . All of a sudden I saw someone grabbing the knife violently from my brother’s hands . My brother tried to get back his knife but the man was threatening him pointing the knife towards him. My brother realized to be in danger and stopped fighting so the man entered another room to hide the knife and got back to the room we were in. I left the room again as I needed to meet my cousin that I knew he was waiting for me outside. He was sitting on his motorbike. I told him there was a man inside who was creating problem to me and my brother. My cousin told me that he would have dealt with him personally and so he got off the motorbike and got in the room. I waited outside for a few more minutes before getting back in. Once I was in I saw the trouble maker bounded around a pale. He could neither move nor escape. I decided I left the room again as I needed to breath some fresh air. It was too much for me. I got back into the room again. My cousin was smashing a bottle with a hammer . My cousin looked at me and told me the trouble maker was turned into that very bottle which had just been smashed, so we didn’t have to worry anymore. He collected the fragments of the bottle from the ground and he got outside to throw them in a bin.
Nicolas, Burkina Faso/Italy
I keep seeing a dream, I am stuck someplace which is not familiar to me. But I always find someone familiar there. I do not understand why this keeps happening, but the other person always seems to understand me. Some time passes being stuck on this thought, then a voice from somewhere keeps calling me. I don’t know whose voice it is. And then there is a restlessness in my heart, and I start running, to someplace far, very far.
Parandeep, India
My name is Qais Ghassan Abdulrazzaq, Syrian, born on 1/1/1997 from Dara’a governorate., From village called Al-Surah. On January 24, 2013 after soldiers entered my home at gunpoint & forced me and my family to leave. Bombs and gunfire made it impossible to sleep. On January 25, 2013 My entire village was destroyed. On January 26 ,2013 I had to escape from the war. On January 28 ,2013 I was told I had to choose between leaving or dying. As a result, I sought refuge and went to live at Za’atari Refugee camp in Mafraq, in Jordan, where I have lived the last seven years. I feel that I have escaped a fast death and that living in a refugee camp is an environment of slow death. My dream is just one: be safe and leave the camp. I wish could travel to Paris or Europe countries. And start a new life there .
Qais, Siria/Jordan
We were in the open sea because of a shipwreck: me, my mother, my father and my husband. The days pass and the food supplies start to become shorter. One day a boat passes, I scream so that they could stop and help us. A boy turned to me with these words: “there is no room for everyone. we can save only 3 of you, and you are 4. You will have to decide who will die today”. Unable to choose, I threw myself into the water to save the others. I wake up, but not for real. It was a dream within a dream. Every time I used to fall asleep, I did the same dream over and over.
Rama, Senegal
Yesterday I had a dream, that I went in vacation with my family and I had to leave my Betta fish at home alone. So when we arrived to hotel we spent a couple of days there and then at one point a staff member knocked on my door and delivered my Betta fish to me. I was confused on why my Betta fish was there so I asked them and they said back that !I have to take care of him because he was in really bad condition”. So I looked in the tank and I realised that for some reasons there are two other fish in the tank, and they seem to be eating something, I had a look to my fish and I saw that his tail was completing falling off, so those two fish eating the tail and meanwhile all of my fish internal organ was falling out of the hole that was created and was absolutely horrified and I laid out and scream and that I woke up.
Serena, Japan
This dream is recurring. It is not the first time. I already dreamed that I asked for the train, but it is mainly the planes that I am always missing. A journey that remains to be done. A trip always without reason. I never remember why I’m at a train station or an airport. Well, but I know that I am in Portugal and that I move to a city within my country or abroad, when I try to catch a plane. I am almost always accompanied, by my grandmother, by my mother, but this time it is by Ana, a close friend. The airport doesn’t have a lot of people. I enter through the exit and I have to do the entire backwards to get to check-in. The space is labyrinthine. It’s the first feeling I have. Suddenly, I arrive at a place where there is a moving walkway, which would be quite common in an airport, if it were not all over the surface and not only transported me back and forth, but also to the sides, almost as if I move without walking. Here I was being taken, without being able to decide where to go. I feel lost, desolate, incapacitated. When I arrive at the check-in there is a queue, a very long queue. It will take some time before I get answered. When my turn comes, I am informed that the plane has already departed. I feel frustration and anxiety. I buy another ticket for the next flight. In reality this has already happened to me and perhaps it is just a direct reading of an occurrence in my life. However, the feeling of despair is much greater in the dream. I meet people, foreigners, in the elevator, exchange two fingers of conversation, I don’t really remember what. Despite finding the labyrinthine space it is at the same time ample, airy and pleasant. The light comes in through a glass dome, reflecting the bright blue of a sunny day. Occasionally there are orange lights in the darkest places. I think that the idea of being labyrinthine is really the difficulty I find in finding the place where I should catch the plane. I remember that Ana accompanied me and advised me, but I also don’t remember the conversations. Perhaps what is important is simply the company, the presence of a friend. When I try to catch the second plane again, I can’t do it either. I move. I can’t stand this idea. I know that I am getting closer and closer, but there is still a lot to travel, elevators to go up and down, and a lot of people to come across. My bags are heavy, a big impediment to move easily. Maybe I should leave them behind, but I can’t. I do not want. There are many important things in there that I will miss, that I will need. Wake up. The will remains, the hope that one day I will be able to catch this plane.
Vanessa, Portugal