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    How real the dream world is, I tell myself.

    by nowheredream on 12-06-2010 at 11:32 PM
    I'm fighting or running from something. At first it's just a black dog that keeps biting me and I keep trying to take it off me or break his neck. The girls from inside the house leave me alone. He bites harder into my leg or arm. I finally succeed to rip its body apart and throw it. An old lady in the corner of the street says it will come back, stronger, darker, as a boar. A man who is followed by death like in the Final Destination movie enters the house.
    I get to a bar and sit at the table with C. and C. There is a lot of smoke. I tell them the smoke is a very very bad sign.
    I'm living with my cousin in a trailer at an intersection. She sometimes goes out in the street dressed in the pijamas. I change myself inside.
    I tell myself "How real, how alive this dream feels!". My cousin and my aunt are with me. I know it is a dream, I think I fell asleep near them, so I tell them to wake me up, just a bit, to wake me up so I can gain control of the dream and that's all. They don't answer. I keep telling myself, Maria, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Maria. I can't get control like this. I feel IT coming. I can't transform IT. I start running up a hill, climbing houses, doors. It follows me everywhere, it bites my feet.
    It keeps getting bigger and I keep getting smaller in my parent's room. It transforms. I can see it will become something big, so I try to turn myself into an elephant. I can't. It becomes an american helicopter. It shoots me. I think that if it kills me, I would wake up, so it's ok. It doesn't even hit me. My parents are in their bed. My mum comes at me to check who I am with a knife. There may be blood on it. I climb to the roof, to the dark night sky that is full of stars. I tell myself "It's the sky, Maria, I can control the dream!"
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