This afternoon, while dozing off, I
dreamed I was walking at night in the square of an outdoor mall. It was very
well lit with bright street lamps and full of colorful people that walked
around. There I ran into my ex-boyfriend who, happy to see me, greeted me with
a warm hug. In the same way I asked him how he was, how his wife and children
were, and if he knew that another of our high school friends had also come to
the country to visit. Happily he answered my many questions and said that he had
already ran into our mutual friend. We began to talk and philosophize and he
said that these days people were always walking around worried about keeping
their jobs or about getting a new one. That they worried about the safety of their families, about trying to
connect with others without exposing too much to the public to avoid gossip, and that we live like
animals, with our survival instincts right on the surface, with the constant
dilemma between attacking or defending ourselves. That sometimes he thought it was healthier to simply move away and assume a low profile life. To this I
replied that human beings really could’ve been able to live a safe, quiet and
submissive life feeding on bread and silence. We could walk around with our eyes
fixed on the sidewalks with no contact nor conflict, numbing every instinct,
suppressing attacks and denying any hint of our animal side. But unfortunately
(or luckily) by the simple fact of being alive, and being people, we have
assumed the most daring, defying, dangerous and bloodthirsty of all challenges —To Think.
And then I woke up.
* Note: That was really the way a dreamed
it. I felt so shocked and puzzled when I woke up that I had to write it down
Now, can anybody tell me what in the
world wast that about?
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