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Sonho (dream)

Eu me lembro de alguns trechos do sonho, que me parecem seu começo e final. O tema era sobre um ser vivo desconhecido de todos; no sonho, ele era uma espécie de extraterrestre. Se a memória não e o ego não me enganam, ele era de estatura baixa, menor que uma criança de seis anos talvez, de cor marrom escuro. Comportava-se de maneira fugidia e lembro vagamente de ter interagido com ele; eu e talvez mais alguém. Ele me entregou um símbolo de nossa amizade: uma pedra, um chaveiro ou algo semelhante.

Depois, como se fosse no dia seguinte, ninguém à minha volta recordava-se do alienígena. Todos agiam como nada de extraordinário tivesse ocorrido na véspera. Eu achei aquele comportamento muito esquisito e preocupei-me se alguém havia capturado o bicho e convencido todos a esquecer a história. Lembro que essa cena aconteceu no quintal da casa onde cresci, com a conversa se desenrolando através da janela com grade da oficina: alguém do lado de fora e alguém do lado de dentro. Penso que o dia parecia nublado e a lâmpada da oficina estava acesa. Convencido de que o ET era real, comecei a procurá-lo. E entrevi-o sorrateiro no telhado. Além disso, em meu bolso eu sentia com a mão o símbolo que ele me entregara. Além de mim, havia somente outra pessoa que cria em sua existência, uma garota. Saímos em busca do nosso amigo, com receio de que forças mal-intencionadas desejam apoderar-se dele.

Num outro lugar, que parecia ser algo público na frente e algo privado nos fundos (como se fosse uma loja na frente da casa e seu quintal particular nos fundos), a cena final desenrolou-se. Estávamos nos fundos e era um quintal gostoso, com grama e uma árvore e um arbusto tipo trepadeira. Estávamos eu, o dono do lugar e mais umas cinco pessoas: duas conhecidas minha e três que faziam parte das forças mal-intencionadas (nesse grupo, lembro de existir uma mulher que adivinhei ser a líder). O dono do lugar estava num canto, perto da árvore (laranjeira). À medida que conversávamos, as pessoas mal-intencioadas se movimentavam pelo quintal. Percebi que eles queriam nos cercar, então eu dissimuladamente me movimentava também, fingindo ir apreciar o arbusto e coisa e tal. Ficamos nesse equilíbrio de forças diplomatica e educadamente dissimuladas e consegui dissuadi-los.

Por fim, fui colher uma laranja para ter algum alimento durante a viagem e pedi permissão ao dono do local. Ele concedeu, mas me mostrou que a laranja estava podre. Ele a apertou e ela fez ‘puf’, revelando seu interior oco, apenas com pó laranja. Acho que ele me deu outra laranja e o despertador tocou.

Como você interpreta o meu sonho? Deixe sua resposta nos comentários!

(I remember some pieces of my dream, its begin and end. The theme was about an unknown life being; at dream, it was like an extraterrestrial. If my ego does not fool me, it was shorter than a six-year child, with a dark brown skin color. It behaves fugacious and I have interacted with it; my and perhaps someone else. It gave me a symbol of our friendship: a rock or a key chain.

After that, as if was on the next day, nobody surrounding me remembered the alien. All were acting like if nothing extraordinary had happened the day before. Because of such strange behavior, I was concerned about my friend being captured by some unknown force, which have erased people memories. I remember that the scene took place at the house’s backyard where I grown up. There was a small atelier and through its window’s grid I was talking with someone inside. The sky was cloudy and the lamp was on inside. Because our friendship symbol was in my pocket, I was pretty convinced about the ET’s existence, so I began to look for it. There was, beside me, a girl who believed on my memories. Together, we saw our friend out on the roof. We started to chase him afraid of malicious forces trying to capture him.

The dream moved to another place, where appears to be a public shop in the front and a private yard at back. We were at backyard, a nice place with grass and tree and shrub. There was me, the owner of the place (a man) and five people more: two were my comrades and three were part of the malicious forces (one of them was a woman and she was recognized as the leader). the owner was at a corner, near to an orange tree. We others were spread over the yard. As I talk to the malicious-leader, both other malicious persons were moving through the yard. They were trying to encircle us! Subtly, I also move myself in order to avoid the siege, like in “Go” game. We stayed on this force balance with underhanded diplomacy and politeness. Because I was able to keep the balance, I won and they left the place.

Then, I took an orange in order to have some food through my journey after asking to the owner. He granted, but warned me about the rot state of the fruit. He smashed it and it blown out an orange dust. I think he gave me another orange and the alarm clock woke me up.

How do you interpret my dream? Use the comments to leave your answer!)

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