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Dream (last night)

This series is the tale of a dream shared between a man and a woman. The male presence embodies awakening and consciousness, endeavouring to decipher the myriad references and signs encountered within the dream realm. Conversely, the female counterpart represents the subconscious and the realm of dreams itself.

This narrative serves as a metaphor for our journey toward a higher state of universal consciousness, transcending the confines of daily interpretation and reference. In this ethereal landscape, dreams shatter the linear timeline to which we are accustomed, leaving us vulnerable to their enigmatic symbolism. Through this process, we gain insight into the depths of our own being, as dreams reveal the profound truths that lie beneath the surface of our consciousness.

As temporal beings navigating the vast expanse of eternity, we often perceive the eternal through the limited lens of time. Yet, within the realm of dreams, we are offered glimpses of our timeless essence, glimpses into the eternal nature of our existence.

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Me: Hello.


Her: Hello.


Me: I dreamed of you last night, or at least I think it was you.


Her: It is said that if you dream of having sex with someone, this will never be the person you really want.


Me: Why are you talking about sex? I didn’t say that.. I dreamed of you, that is all.


Her: Because I know you..
Go ahead.

Me: I couldn’t see your face, everything was very confusing, except for what I felt and what I thought you were feeling too.
The sensation of not understanding each other. I was trying,
but you were impenetrable.
Any concept I wanted to express was impossible to communicate to you.

You had regressed to a primitive state.

Do you know what phylogeny is?

Her: …

Me: The process of branching the lines of descent into the evolution of life.

Her: You mean you see me like that, involute?

Me: Here or then?

Her: What are you talking about? Tell me now.

Me: ..I wake up at night.. and the concept of entropy begins to define itself in my head,

the definitive end. There will be a time when even the last stars, surpassed their

stage of white dwarfs, will become nothing more than burning embers.

There will be no more energy to burn, not even a single light and time will stop,

because the time itself will die.

..and the past, although full of life, won’t make any difference because it will be forever gone.
When that happens, my heart beats and I jump out of bed,

crawling away, crushed to the floor, with a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue.
Asking for help. Wondering where I will be after my death,

what will I do for that infinity?

Her: Like put out cigarettes.. or not yet..

Me: What?


Her: The dying stars.. like the remains of smoked and crushed cigarettes.. I'm sorry you see life like that.

Me: Wait.. yes.. In the dream.. I remember.. you were smoking.

..It seems you know what I saw.

Her: In the dream, now, or both?.. it hardly matters, no difference.

We both understand only two things. To fuck and to smoke.
Put it this way, I offered you a smoke. I gave you the chance to turn time at your leisure,

rekindle dying stars.

Each cigarette you smoke, virtually extends your life indefinitely, because you feel alive, by witnessing your own death. 

With sex it’s the same thing: you always have to give something of yourself, to feel good. 

Your energy, what you feel. Your semen, your sweat, the calories for a smile, your lungs.

The universe has given itself for your eyes.

But don’t feel alone,

it is also given for those of many others like you..

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