Milena Velba Brasier Pequeño

street dreams and nightmares. Sleepless Dreams

On Saturday, I thought it would be good to travel but were dying of malaise, body aches, sore throat, cough and, separately, fever when it was already on the highway.

When I got on the bus cost me some work to reconcile dream (although the waiting room of the terminal I was already wanted to get on because I weighed the eyes) mostly because a macho Argentine sitting next to me kept talking and talking on the phone. Me-uneasy-a little accent. Conversation. Its volume, its arrogance because several times he was quiet and earned boludo and closeness. Hung until he was "finished" signal and / or the T / A and everyone was happy.

Well, when I finally sleep I had a very horrible horrible dream: Suddenly I was walking on a wide avenue that did not recognize but, for some strange reason, I was very familiar and brought me beautiful memories. And suddenly began to shake. And perhaps some of you know: I am tremofóbico . Everything was fine, because I was away from things that I could fall. Until the shaking was stronger and the earth began to open, the surrounding buildings began to crumble and people were running, screaming and pushing.


I do not know how it happened, but sure has to do with Inception that never quite understood the end, and that left me traumatized and scored well enough of my dreams later, but at some point I realized I was dreaming and you just need to wake up and already, I got out of that dream and I was in my bed and, indeed, I was shaking but I could not wake up, like when you go up the dead. And I started to get stressed, upset, dismayed and everything. Another Rare

sure I would have a heart attack. I woke up and realized that just going on the bus and so everything was moving and that there was no earthquake and that I was a ladybug. He was sweating and I could hardly breathe. At first I thought it was because I was upset in the dream but then I discovered I had a fever and my throat was swollen shut. And there, in the journey, middle, or how or where to go to the doctor, what to do.

paniqueé lot and I did not want sleep because I thought that sometime in the dream my throat would be closed completely and I did not have a pen on hand to give the Argentine who was on my side so I did a tracheotomy if necessary, be doubted whether good idea and asked if there was screaming a doctor "on board" to know where to run if you start to lose your breath. Clearly imagined the myriad ways in which the driver told him he needed a doctor urgently, from the most subtle, "" Listen, I'm feel very bad and I need a doctor "to the more alarming:" help, not I can breathe! " and imagined, also, thousands of possible scenarios as reach a toll booth and that surely there would have medical care. Another turn and get into a village situated between the border of the states of Puebla and Oaxaca, and spend the night in a backpack with a compress on the forehead as a shaman spoke something that I did not understand and smelled of incense everywhere. Or for a helicopter to go for me and take me back to Mexico City in a matter of very quickly.

awoke. Indeed he was dreaming again and my throat was very swollen and yes I did have a fever. And yes, it was half trip. In-almost-that time the bus stopped at a toll booth and said we 5 minutes to download and / or go out and buy something. My heart beat fast, I knew that was the ONLY opportunity posdría save my life, that of seeking a doctor, a shaman, medicine or something. And then I asked his permission and ran down the Argentine. The only thing I got with that was that, as my mother, "I entered an air." And I started hurting a lot of my right ear. And more serene, in the bathroom, I knew I was exaggerating, that (the) previous dreams are the ones I had as well. Nobody has died of sore throat (right?), Which perhaps fever, but only had two hours to reach Oaxaca and I hypochondriasis had climbed and that's why I started well and should calm down.

tried to sleep again but the pain of oídome recalled that paid dearly for my exaggeration. And it was only me left and looking out the window trying to distract me, I closed my eyes trying to "program" for a specific dream and I could not. So I decided it was, by far the worst trip ever.