Sunday I started reading my new book on the bedside table. To be honest I've tried, in fact, pass the first three pages, I fell into a deep state of unconsciousness and temporary paralysis because of strange hallucinatory images. The nightmare in question affects me in all its meanings for a few days and, with the fear of forgetting the details of this dream lynchano, I decided to write it on my personal notebook.
I was in a room with many people and at one point, I took off the eyeballs. My eyes were not, however, the eyes of a human person but remind one of the dolls, so that the operation was much less macabre and a lot more plastic mechanics. I removed my eyes and I put them in the pocket of my pants. At one point a girl came and gave me his, I took them and put them in his pocket, and then a boy, and then another and then another, and I continued to put in your pocket. At some point, although he continued to maintain visual contact with the world, I decided it was time to get back his eyes. Felt in his pockets and I realized that this was blown out. The beginning of the end. I spent the rest of the night to remove the eye, and try never to be able to find mine. Some were too small, others too narrow, others were not in pairs, others were hurt me. Then I woke up.
I immediately thought that Marquez's story that gives the title to my post, but then had the rationality upper hand and guides me Supereva.it lit:
" See each other in dreams without eyes, be blind or blind, is always linked to the inability to see something that concerns us, not understand what is going on or refuse awareness. "
Supereva Thanks, I've been clearly helps, too bad you can not offer an explanation as illuminating the sexual encounter with Al Pacino's last night.
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