in somnis
In my old house in Catia, there was some sort of
weird party which I couldn't quite figure out. Rather a ceremony than a party,
people were concerned. There were glasses of champagne and formal evening wear
in between the walls with crackled peeling paint of my old house. I can't
remember who proposed bringing the entity, whose name I didn't hear but I knew
well what it, or he, was about. Or perhaps didn't even know, but the foreboding
and the chill in my spine told me something reason wasn't quite getting. I
turned to Rosalexia, my companion, and said to her we better be near the front
door where we could escape.
Then the
hearse arrived, with a sort of garish pink plastic box with what looked like
fairy lights. But I knew it was the entity they had summoned that lay in there.
There was a small hostile crowd gathering outside and someone threw a can of
beer at me. We went the other way, to the grocers' at the top corner. it was
busy there, with Mrs Gloria back behind the counter -how many years since I had
seen her. I turned around and commented on this to Sam, my companion (I thought
I was with Rosalexia just a while back). We bought some drinks and sweets, under
the unfriendly gaze of the other customers and the Andino man that had the
newstand outside.
We made our way to
the house
somehow.
sinopsis:
sueño con casa de catia (que parece convertirse en avion u otro vehiculo a
medio camino) reunion donde invitan o traen una entidad que va a resolver un
misterio grave de alguna clase, yo no estoy contento con ello porque presiento
un peligro muy grande. Me muevo hacia la puerta de la casa, para poder escapar.
veo la llegada de una carroza funebre que porta una especie de caja de plastico
rosa con luces, muy garish; se que la entidad, sea lo que sea, esta ahi. Hay un
heckler o dos que nos tiran latas de cerveza, una me pega. Voy con Sam donde la
señora gloria, hay una multitud preocupada, compramos algo, vagabundeamos
por la calle (gobernacion? no, como se llamaba) pero terminamos escondidos en la
casa. La entidad es peligrosa y nos busca. La casa es ahora un avion, un
vehiculo de alguna clase. Escapar.
Era
la casa vieja de Catia, habia una especie de fiesta...
Posted: Wed - May 4, 2005 at 10:42 AM