E' successo di nuovo. Questa notte, anzi ormai era già mattina, ho fatto un altro sogno dei miei.
Di quelli che ti fanno rotolare nel letto e, soprattutto, ti fanno ritrovare al risveglio: più stanca di prima!
Sottolineo che ieri sera ho mangiato un hamburger di tacchino con verdura mista come contorno e una mela. Quindi cena leggera leggera.
Poi sono uscita con un paio di amiche ma a mezzanotte e mezza ero sotto il piumone.
So seratina quiet.
There were all the necessary and sufficient conditions for making a beautiful dream love ... but ... no. Only
turbulent dreams for me. Ffff, which balloons.
Now I'll tell.
I am in a place not well defined, like a sports hall complete with a soccer field, near the sea. Right on the beach.
Heaven does not bode well: full of gray clouds (that handsome dark gray that makes you think of an imminent temporalone) and pulls a pretty strong wind.
people around me in real life I have never seen in my life, obviously.
At some point, comes from the football field a team of players, in fact, among which is even my dad.
But much more in the form of as it is in reality zero belly, athletic, maybe even a little younger, with their uniforms. (Actually the body of my daddy is more like a soccer ball that the body of a footballer). I was amazing to see my daddy like that. Too funny!
Suddenly I find myself next to my mother, so pop out of nowhere.
all start to talk, to discuss the match when I threw the eye towards the houses near the building and saw a huge sand storm coming swiftly towards us.
Panico.
I began to run toward the sea and a hair shy but in the meantime it comes another that overwhelm me. But after two seconds, I had already passed and I remain just a little bit dazed.
No time to take it again a moment here and get another gig of sand-storm, which struck me in full. All very fast, very large but mostly harmless. The only effect that I do is a kind of ears plugged, but will reopen soon.
Then I start running more and more distant from the hall, I say to the seafront, where there is the road.
I turn to a building under construction and what do I see? Giant wave of sand that involves the building, escaping from windows, balconies, doors and heads straight for me.
I, of course, always più impanicata.
Tutto di colpo, mi ritrovo alla guida di una macchina stile Mustang con mamma seduta al posto del passeggero.
E ce la ridiamo perchè siamo riuscite a scampare alla furia sabbiosa di qualche minuto prima.
(Ma tutti gli altri, papà compreso, dove li abbiamo lasciati??? O.O )
Poi io le faccio vedere un tatuaggio appena fatto, sul dorso della mia mano sinistra: un piccolo occhio con una righettina affianco. (NB: io non ho tatuaggi e non ho nessunissima intenzione di farmene uno, da qui a 1000 anni)
Lei mi guarda e mi dice "E' come il mio più o meno!" e mi fa vedere il tatuaggio che ha sul collo, proprio dove c'è la gola: sempre un occhio, ma più grande mine, where every part of the eye (the iris center and then the two parties on either side of the iris) are all filled with little doodles and indefinite.
And here ... I woke up.
Now, you tell me if it's a normal thing to do these dreams.
Then I wake up I'm all that excited, tired, with tachycardia. No.
you post here a picture of a hurricane similar to those of the dream.
Among other things, is a recurring dream in the hurricane.
I often dream about it. Someone
aiutiiii!
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