Typical blue cardigan

Fall. Falling into a pillow. That's the beginning of everything. It's the beginning of a secret mysterious mind. Nobody knows what happens to our brain when we are completely asleep. Could our soul go to a second imaginary dimension and fly through the life we deeply want? Or brain connections just stop working and we are left as an offbeat piece of meat and bone… without an euphoric life, without an extraordinary personality, without the individuality of humanity. Trash. Useless trash. Meanless trash. Although when I'm awake all this messed up, unfinished and no understandable questions cross through my mind, the sleep just gives me the hint of doubts with dreams. There´s no answer of why I dream the way I dream, it's only left a possible analysis of what that dream could mean and the magnitude of significance that it will give to my life. Transcendence. Morality. Ethical-personal process. 

PUM. New environment. It’s not my house. It's not like any house I remember. Wide. That's what it is like. The sun enters through the gigant windows that almost cover the four walls of the room I'm laing in. Suddenly, the heat started to rise in my skin. Pleasure. That's what it felt like. An urgent impulse of standing up, crossed through my legs, and they began to walk upon the strange door as if they knew their destiny. I don't walk as in real life, my steps are gentle without urge. My soul is in peace. The path I left as I walked gave me peace. 

Another odd room. It looks like a simple but cozy movie kitchen. There´s no odor as a normal person will expect to smell. There´s no cookie baking, there's no chichen baking, there's not any single scent. A person looking backwards. At first I didn't recognize that typical blue cardigan he always used, not until his smell invaded the place we shared, and all became clear. The person that left my world 4 months ago appears in my sight again, and obvius tears drop my eyes as if there wasn't a tomorrow. Run. Hug. Kiss. Blurred again. 

My mind reacts to the short but most emotional dream I ever had with a headlong jump. As I settle myself up on the back of my bed I realize that my face is soaked, almost as if I had been sitting in the rain for an hour. At first it shocks me, suffocates me, because my grandfather's departure was not so hard when I faced it. My body didn't display tears when it happened, so I hadn't cried for him until that night. After the three most large minutes I had faced in life passed, somehow my head analized that the constant warmth and peace I felt in the mysterious house was the feeling I needed to find, the feeling that I had been repressing with rudeness on my body. I didn't know I needed that dream until it happened. All the tragedy my family had been through ended that morning. That dream allowed him to go with relief. Secret. Intense. Non words explanation.