sanctispiritus

I'm walking and approach a sort of harbor. Just in front of me there are two huge boats. Everything happens quickly, the boats start moving to the left at high speed. The water is deep blue and the wind is blowing in swirls accompanied by rain. I try to avoid the impact of ships and run parallel to them. Bruce appears at this time, a friend of mine. We just try to run and get away from the place and suddenly the whole scene disappears and we're running down a street in my hometown in Cuba. All nonsense, a group of women go through us and I ask them where they come from but they did not answer me. We approach a small bridge that only allows two people at once. Below the bridge the water is green and covered with algae. Bruce has disappeared and I struck up a conversation with one of the ladies. I explain that we are dreaming and she seems not to understand. But this dream was not lucid at all. I wake up at that time.