The World of Dreams

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"I dream of water trains and time travelers, with men and with unbelieving women who entertain themselves by looking at the sky, and with holy spirits that without waiting for it are seen waiting at the gates of some hell"
Railroad Stories.

Within the mind are created ideas, knowledge and dreams are generated, pleasurable dreams that for certain causes end up turning into disturbing nightmares that disturb us and that prevent us from a correct rest.

Dreams have been interpreted since antiquity by all cultures and even today, despite the contribution of eminences such as Fromm or Freud, the human mind remains a great unknown and the world of dreams a subject to approve. There are foreboding dreams, evasive dreams, warning, death and loneliness, the world of Dreams works parallel to reality, there are horrible dreams that paralyze and blue dreams of which we would not want to awaken, It is those kind dreams where the dead come alive, and where a second becomes within our minds in an eternity.

The dream always begins as a heavenly dream, peace, calm and tranquility, I smile because I know it's a dream, I don't want to wake up, on the horizon a steam train circulates on the water, In the sky an ice boat sails on the clouds, a plane of fire shakes the Earth, It is then that the tiny travelers begin to jump like minute ants of the moving machines.

The celestial becomes dark, the placidity becomes horror, the landscape deforms, the expressions of the travelers are shown cadaveric, and although in the dreams does not smell, I can smell the stench, that's when I see the grave again with the explicit message, "It Hurt Me" and the cry of Munch.

I open my eyes and I find myself in my bedroom, I breathe with relief, everything stays the same, the chair, the bed, the pictures on the walls and on the nightstand rests my personal computer, I caress and light, I smile, I drink a little water and I start to write the impressions of the intermittent sleep, as I write I can still hear the noise of the airplanes, the sirens of the boats and the dead whistle of the railroad.

Steam of boats
Sailing on Ice,
Water-trains ...
With iron travelers,
Paper Airplanes
Landing in the fire.

Steam of best
It plays the time,
the Anguish train ...
With fear desires,
Bad taste of the chest
In the mouth and life.

So far and so close,
So close and so far away,
Near in the distance and,
Far in the vicinity.

So far and so close,
Far in the liberty,
Near in the distance and,
So close and so far away.

Steam if boats
With a smell line,
Freight-trains ...
Full of Wraith linger,
Without Honey moons,
With pain and silence.

Steam of boats
Sailing on Ice,
Paper trains...
Circulating in a singer,
Touches of audacity in the rooms
Without knowing awake.

Intermittent Sleep.

After a horrible nightmare it is valued to awaken again to reality, but when the dream is beautiful, you feel sadness when you wake up, dreams are very important even though they can't be remembered, life would be horrible if you couldn't dream, in our minds the blue trains darken and become cold, dark and full of iniquity, but fortunately we wake up and when we open our eyes everything disappears and we return to live within the real.

When a person stops dreaming his heart languishes and that world of his nightmares becomes something real.

"Steamboats, fire trains, water jets and ice-cars, that circulate for a world without rules, without laws or norms, With sad travellers travelling again and again on a trip to nothingness "

The World of Dreams.

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