Dream experience — tale
Dream, inside another dream
First: I woke up in a partially destroyed building, it was raining a little, the walls were red, I went to explore the environment. Then I don’t remember what came next. I realized I could be in a dream.
When I returned, I slept in hopes of overcoming the illusion preached by my mind.
I woke up the other day, but still in an environment of my unconscious, although different from the previous one.
In that second building I woke up from, the room was brown inside, it was more destroyed and my bed and I were wet from the rain, I don’t know why I didn’t wake up with the water falling on top of me.
I decided to explore the place like the first time to find a solution and get out of that mental cell, however, I changed my mind when I saw two possibilities: walk through the strange corridor or go down through an opening in my living room wall. On my floor (low by the way) there was a dirt ramp with some wreckage and it was easy to go down the path until reaching the real ground (I chose the second option, as the corridor path gave me a feeling of fear; there could be a danger there).
In the new world (it felt real) I found a large pickup truck on the ground and a small group of individuals attached to it. I decided to continue the walk, despite the suspicions. I was also afraid of them; Before walking, I took out my cell phone to find out about my family’s situation, but I kept the Redmi because I was worried about the men and women passing by. I walked a few meters and now I found an open shed: it had no walls, just an iron roof. When I passed some children (there were three) and a serious man, I noticed the absence of my cell phone. I was desperate and suspicious of hooligans.
I confirmed the theft and ran after them: when trying to take the Xiaomi off, they threw my smartphone at each other and it became tiring to retrieve my device immediately.
However, I didn’t understand the tiredness, as there were only three boys.
Gradually, my energy was decreasing because I couldn’t take them off (even if I didn’t understand; in a normal situation i could quickly recover my pink device.) And the epilogue came when I realized that, while real, the whole post-apocalyptic place was one dream after another. I surrendered to the fatigue of that useless race and successfully finished the second dream. “What’s the secret to getting out of bed, since the beginning of the second part of this chaos”? I thought and got this answer when I opened my eyes: to accept the provisional moment of that story.
