Rame risonante o squillante cembalo.
Dream Journal
12022026 - Stairs, again. Being burdened with tasks by my family while they're out. My grandmother making homemade pasta dough. I was in the kitchen figuring something out I was supposed to show someone who was about to arrive at my place.
13022026 - Elevators for once! A date with a cute girl at some cafe. Wrong orders. Sitting in front of eachother, I held her face in my hands and stared.
14022026 - Running around frantically in a labyrinthic house, there was some kind of stalker thing going on? Then I was outside, in the street of my hometown, chased again by someone: I ran faster than everyone else in long quick steps towards my house.
15022026 - I woke up on a beach and I couldn't remember anything but who I was. After a failed attempt at a burglary in a palace nearby, I threw myself and others in the open sea just to be taken back to the shore by the waves. The people there forgave us and invited us in, but I just wanted to go home. I coulnd't remember though, were it was. My sister did, first explaining we only had our father left, then pointed to our house beyond a river. So we started walking. The river was full of corpses and zombies moving in the waters, slowly. The wooden bridge was narrow, tortuous, and frail looking. It was going alright until at the very end those zombies started crawling from holes in the bridge and a more powerful entity blocked our path. Like some kind of rpg, I had no weapons and the others couldn't fight. It was over!
Then I dreamt I was back home. I had woken up early to clean and do laundry. I fell asleep until late, around 5 pm, and I started panicking because I still had to hang laundry outside...But when I went on the balcony it was already there. In the kitchen, my father was cleaning although I had done that myself already - he started asking me what I had done of use that day. It was mother's day. Everyone was sitting at the table, insistently kept asking what I had eaten, since what they left for me was still there.
