Monday, September 28, 2009


Yesterday I dreamed I was at the beach, with an unknown family. I was holding my cat, who was terribly scared and wanted to run away. So, I said goodbye to the family and walked home, still holding my cat in any possible way (it isn't easy to hold a cat when it wants to run away, they're SO flexible!).

Finally I came home and let my cat jump down, and he immediately ran to his litter box. That was kinda stupid. I mean, we had been at the BEACH, for goodness' sake, all surrounded by SAND!

Then I looked through the window and noticed there were a lot of wild felines on the other side. They were all friendly. The smallest of them was a bobcat, who got into my house through the bars and let me pet it.

But there was also a big lion on the other side. I didn't dare to touch it, not even through the bars. Still, the lion wanted to get into my house. A monkey (?) helped him to unlock the door, and then the lion was right there in front of me.

I was pretty scared, but the lion was tame and friendly. He came close to me, and I finally hugged him. I love big felines, and believe me, it feels great to hug a lion!

I think I know what this dream means. But I won't tell :-)

G. E.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


My latest dream must be connected somehow to the dream I posted yesterday, because of their similarities.

I was with a friend, somewhere in the city, and we both hid under a rock (?) because it was starting to rain. It was a light rain, but then I saw some very dark, menacing clouds that promised a real storm, and I thought it was time to seek a better refuge. So, I walked toward a house and stood under a balcony. There I met some ladies whom I know in real life, but don't really like (such an uncomfortable situation!).

Anyway, the balcony wasn't the best refuge either, and we all decided to go home. First we jumped into some kind of wagon, but later we were just walking under the heavy rain. Again, I wasn't wearing shoes. My feet weren't cold, but they were quite muddy. Yuk.

There was so much water running on the streets that it was kinda dangerous, and I thought it hadn't been the best idea to walk home in the middle of the storm, specially because we were also exposed to be struck by lightning.

But the rain finally stopped, yet I still was far away from home. I kept walking and walking (alone), I got into a building, I had to escape some unknown enemies, I kept walking, I reached the coast, I was still far away from home.

And so I woke up, because I was tired of walking and it was a boring, stupid dream :-D

G. E.

Saturday, September 26, 2009


I often dream I'm walking through my city. That's because I usually do that, since it's good for health. Yet sometimes I dream I'm too far away from home, and I want to take a bus but it doesn't come, and I know I have to walk a really long distance. That's a bit annoying, specially when it's dark and I know I'll be home quite late. Sometimes I can fly, though, or I'm wearing my roller skates.

Last night I dreamed precisely that. I had to get some document from a public office, in the oldest part of Montevideo. So, I got into this old, big black building. After I finished my business there, though, I stayed a bit longer, to take a look at the building itself, for it was very beautiful. There was a wide room all painted in white, with thick columns. Both the columns and the walls were sculpted in bas-relief with human figures, and somewhere there was a statue of a naked man fighting a dragon. The man was white, the dragon was black.

I left the building and started to walk. The strange thing was, though, that I wasn't wearing shoes! It was raining, as well. And I didn't have an umbrella. In these conditions it wasn't a good idea to walk home, so I decided to take a bus. As I waited, though, I discovered a pair of sneakers in my backpack, so I put them on. They were violet, though, which is kinda weird, for I'd NEVER buy violet sneakers (sorry, it's just not my color).

And I was left there, still waiting for a bus that wasn't coming. I wonder if this means something...

Next time, though, I'll make sure I'm taking my roller skates with me. Just in case.

G. E.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


Last night I dreamed I was walking by the coast with a friend. There was a short wall, and the ocean was on the other side. Suddenly I saw black fins cutting the water surface: they were false killer whales. Then I saw black and white shapes: killer whales! I got close, looked over the wall, and I saw that there were many other creatures in the water, which was crystal clear. There were dolphins, swordfish, sharks, and some small fish. The dolphins got close to us, and started jumping out of the water in a playful way.

But there were some rocks on the other side of the wall, too, and suddenly a dog climbed them and jumped to our side of the wall. And, of course! he was a rabid dog and attacked me (I'm getting tired of this, really). I held its jaws open, and my friend dropped some object down the dog's throat, which calmed instantly. It didn't seem like it was chocking; it just stopped moving, and there was a puzzled expression on its eyes.

I need some kind of therapy. Pronto.

G. E.

Monday, September 21, 2009


I had two different dreams last night. They were kinda confusing (I haven't been sleeping too well lately), but there are two "scenes" that stood up from the whole mess.

In my first dream, there was a flood and the streets of the city turned into rivers. It was an unknown city, and I was with an unknown girl. We were trying to find a way to cross to the other side, and we managed to do so, but after a while the other girl got too close to the water again and she was carried away by a whale. Bye-bye, my unknown friend!

In my second dream, my house was somehow in London (?), and a fire started somewhere. I was with a group of unknown people, and one of the rooms of my house was starting to catch fire, which we put out with a garden hose. We closed the windows, then went out. It was dark, and the trees and buildings were burning. The fire wasn't very close to us, though, and when the morning came it had all been put out. The city was burnt here and there, except for the fountains. They were beautiful fountains, by the way, made of marble and with some pretty sculptures.

It still bothers me that I cannot take pictures of my dreams...

G. E.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


This dream kind of started when I and some other people moved to a small, old town. There was an amusement park around it, but it looked rusty and abandoned. We met some people, who were all very friendly.

There was a woman among my group who had just had a baby (a girl). The baby was put in a cradle, but we felt there was some threat to her in the room. We didn't know a thing about the house where we had moved to, yet soon we found out that it was haunted. There were bunches of short animal hair floating menancingly in the air (yeah, floating hair is so frightening...), and after a while I discovered that there was an evil dog ghost living in the house. The evil dog materialized and I had to kill it (as usual... sigh!). As I was trying to strangle it, the dog turned into a cat, MY cat, but he was also evil and so I didn't stop.

(I have to do something about this. I mean, I work at a veterinary clinic, for heaven's sake! I can't go on dreaming that I kill pets. Doesn't speak well of me as a professional...)

Later we found out that we were in a ghost TOWN, and then all its inhabitants disappeared, even Stephen King, whom I saw for a brief moment. I don't know why was he there, but it seemed kinda appropriate (maybe the ghost town was in Maine). Anyway, thanks for the visit, Mr. King! I love your books!

It didn't make sense to stay in the empty town, so we left it. I don't remember the rest of the dream.

G. E.

Monday, September 14, 2009


There was a girl who used to be my friend when I was a child. We stopped seeing each other when we were in high-school, but sometimes I still dream I visit her house. I did so last night.

The strange thing is, that house is usually a frightening place in my dreams. The main staircase is narrow and dangerous, the rooms are dark or old-looking, and the people inside the house aren't very friendly (except for my ex friend's father, who was always a quiet and polite man).

I know why my dreams are like that: my ex friend's mother was a bit crazy, and always made me feel uneasy. She was some kind of religious fanatic (not as bad as Carrie's mother, though!), and rather unpredictable. She could be funny and friendly... but she could also act (and look!) like a witch. She had an ugly voice, too, specially when she yelled.

Last night I dreamed she was holding me captive, and I had to listen to her religious speech. I sat quietly... waiting for the chance to escape from her and leave the house.

Hum, maybe that woman WAS some kind of witch indeed. She and her house still haunt me!

Do you think she may be the witch at the top of the staircase? (10/13/08).

G. E.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


I use to have clumsy days. Last night, though, I had a clumsy dream.

I was making myself some tea. So far, so good. But then I poured the boiling water into a glass, which is generally a bad idea. So, I immediately wanted to empty the glass to save it from breaking, and I did it... by pouring the water right into the sugar pot instead of my tea cup. I cursed myself for being so stupid as I washed the sugar pot in the sink, throwing away a lot of soaked sugar.

So good it was just a dream. If I was this clumsy in real life, I'd worry about my mental health!

G. E.

Friday, September 11, 2009


Yeah, I dreamed about that the very day it happened. I was so shocked. I had to see the place with my own eyes, so I flew all the way to New York and landed right in front of the wreckage. I still couldn't believe it.

There was nobody around, except one cop, who asked me to show an ID. I did so, and he frowned, 'cause he couldn't recognize the foreign document. I had to explain that I came from Uruguay, and then, as usual, I had to explain that Uruguay is that country squeezed between Argentina and Brazil. I don't blame the cop for now knowing where Uruguay is. It's so small.

I don't remember the rest of the dream. I wish it had been just a nightmare :-(

G. E.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Last night I dreamed I traveled by plane from Montevideo (Uruguay) to Buenos Aires (Argentina). It was a small plane, and it was flying quite low over the water.

There were two kids sitting beside me. I looked through the window, and I saw shadows moving under the surface of the river. "Look!" I said to the kids. "There are whales there."

But they weren't whales. They were giant sharks!! They were cool anyway. The river was also full of swordfish and a few creatures that looked kinda primitive, like those from the age of dinosaurs.

You know, I was a bit afraid then, 'cause the sharks started to jump out of the water, and I thought they might try to catch the plane...

G. E.


This is a recurrent nightmare, and last night I dreamed it again. Darn.

I was back in high-school. In a Math class! (my most hated subject). The teacher wrote a formula in the black board, and I groaned. The teacher asked me if there was something wrong with me, and I complained, as I used to do in real life, that I wanted to be a V-E-T, and that that meant B-I-O-L-O-G-Y, and that I would never need all those stupid formulas. (By the way, I was right: it's been a lot of years since I finished high-school, and I've NEVER needed them.) The teacher didn't get mad at me, though, and the class finished. But I looked at mi schedule, and it was FULL! I groaned again.

Before my next class I had to talk with a friend of mine, who was somewhere else, maybe in a theatre. When I found her, she was sewing a tutu for the ballet The Swan Lake. (Why is it always The Swan Lake? C'mon, there are so many others!) There were some dancers rehearsing, and in order to talk with my friend, I had to wear one of the tutus. I don't remember what we talked about, but when we finished, I put on my own clothes again, complaining that I had lost a lot of time there, and that I would be late for my next class. My friend asked me, "Why are you so upset about being late? Claudia will share her notes with you." I answered, "Yeah, right, but it's tiresome to read them 'cause she misspells a lot of words" (which is true in real life, and Claudia admits it).

So, I went back to the classroom... but first I had to go down a wide slide. There were maybe a hundred people there, all of them sliding at the same time: children, men, even old ladies. I wonder what the old ladies were doing there; I mean, going down a slide at a certain age sounds like a good way to break your hip bones...

After the slide, I couldn't find my classroom again. The place had changed, and the high-school buildings weren't there anymore.

I didn't mind that. The vanishing high-school was the perfect excuse to miss the rest of my boring classes!! :-D

G. E.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009


This dream ocurred during a nap, and my nap dreams often don't make any sense, so you'll have to excuse me if you can't understand this one. I couldn't.

Okay, the dream started like a movie. The main character wasn't me, but a young man, and he was the captain of a spaceship. Some sort of cheap Captain Kirk, 'cause his spaceship and crew were small. But he was hot, anyway :-D

There were aliens in that planet, who were fighting some other alien race. They asked help from my captain, and he agreed. So he called his crew, and they flew to the alien base in their little spaceship, though first they had to escape from a giant Dobermann dog. Don't ask me to explain that, I wouldn't be able to.

They were going to start a war with the enemy alien race, who lived underground. But first, there was some kind of festival where they had to feed sugar-coated candy to a colony of ants. Suddenly I was there, and I helped with the candy (I saved a few sugar-coated eggs for myself). There was a lot of candy, but there were a lot of ants as well, and they ate the candy in a few minutes.

(Believe it or not, I can explain the part about the ants: yesterday I had to spray some poison on my rose trees, for the ants were rapidly cutting their leaves. Stupid ants.)

Well, after feeding the ants, the aliens made the first move to start their war. They had an Egyptian coffin (?), which they put into another Egyptian coffin, and into yet another Egyptian coffin. So, it was a Russian doll made of Egyptian coffins. I can't explain this either. I haven't got any Egyptian coffins or Russian dolls in my house.

The coffin was thrown into a black pit. I think the coffin was supposed to cause some damage once it hit the bottom of the pit, where the other aliens lived. That makes sense, somehow: throw something down, hit your neighbors in the head, and they'll surely get mad at you.

I don't know what should happen after that. The war would start soon, all right, but my captain's plans where such a secret that not even I knew a thing about them.

But it didn't matter, anyway, for the dream changed then. I was walking by the coast, to meet a friend, and all around me there was some other festival (no ants on it). It was a sunny and beautiful day. And I woke up.

I told you, this dream doesn't make any sense. Please don't blame me for that, it's my mind who comes up with all this weird stuff...

G. E.

Monday, September 7, 2009


In my last dream, a friend had invited me to a trip. They were going to spend some time in the wild, enjoying nature. I rejected the invitation, for I had some other things to do.

Well, when my friend came back, she told me to go with her and see something that she and the others had found during their trip. She led me to a room. There was a table there, and the table was full of semi-precious stones. I picked up some to look at them. They were rough, and yet they shone with brilliant colors: red, blue, green, violet, yellow. It was a small treasure. Or maybe not so small, since they had collected so many stones (the pile was quite big).

Next time I won't miss that trip!!

G. E.

Sunday, September 6, 2009


The first part of this dream was a nightmare. I was back in high-school, and we had a Math class.


So good it was over soon.

In the second part of my dream, I was traveling by plane with my cat. Then the plane turned into a bus. My cat was afraid and I didn't have a tranquilizer for him, so he jumped down from my lap, escaped from the bus, and I had to get down to chase him.

Somewhere in my dream I totally forgot about my cat, and as I walked down a street I came to an open space with a lot of big, beautiful buildings. They weren't of the Baroque style, for a change. Instead, they were solid, without a lot of details, yet they had some great lines (not like modern buildings, which are rather boring). Some yards away from the buildings, standing alone, there was a huge tree. It was amazingly beautiful too, and I was glad it wasn't near the buildings, for I could appreciate it in all its splendor.

I walked toward the biggest building, painted in a creamy orange. It was a museum. The rooms were small, a bit dark, and had a lot of interesting objects in them (old pieces of furniture, pictures, dolls). They were family rooms, but there was no guide to tell me about their former owners.

Anyway, there were many other people visiting the museum, and I followed some of them. We went outside, and crossed a bridge made of trunks. On our right side there were three old, rustic, huge towers made of more trunks and stones. And when I mean huge, I mean HUGE. They were really impressive, and made me feel quite small.

After that we were surrounded by buildings again, but they were of the ancient Greek style. They weren't ruins, though, for each building was in excellent condition. But they were incredibly big, too big for human beings (we literally had to climb the steps, for they were five feet tall), and their doors were closed. Soon we found out that it was some kind of forbidden city that belonged to giants or Titans (more Greek mythology), and that we were trapped and would be killed there!

Oh, oh.

I don't remember what attacked us first. There was a bunch of dinosaurs, all of them T-Rexes in different, dark colors (dark blue, dark red, dark grey, and so on). There were giant leeches too. They were bigger than elephants, and wanted to suck us entirely, not just our blood. There were armed guardians, who shot us arrows. I shot them back, for suddenly I had a bow and arrows too, but none of my arrows hit the target. (If you wonder why I had a bow and arrows, it's because lately I've been watching the BBC series Robin Hood.)

There was a single open building, and I hid there. But the reason it wasn't forbidden to enter that building, was because it was full of demons, and the building had a direct gateway to Hell (a dark pit where people was being pushed in). I escaped from there through the bars that suddenly blocked the entrance. So good I'm not fat, or else I would have gotten stuck in them :-)

The night came, and we looked at the moon. It was a fake moon, and then the city turned around itself, and we were able to continue our journey. The buildings around us were still Greek, but some of them had advertisements and neon lights, and there were gift shops (???). The souvenirs were too expensive, though.

One street was paved with ice, and suddenly I had ice skates on my feet, so I was able to skate until the ice disappeared.

Finally the dream changed. It was some story that was being told to me, and it had a moral (I never heard it), but by then the dream was fading away, and I woke up a little before my alarm clock rang.

I don't know if this dream has some sort of meaning. But my, it left me exhausted!!

G. E.

Friday, September 4, 2009


In the first part of my dream, Hannah Montana came to be my guest for a few days. I don't understand why, 'cause I couldn't care less about her. But she was a nice girl in my dream, though, and a good guest. Okay, this part of the dream is kinda irrelevant, but I thought one of my friends might find it amusing, since she's sick of Hannah Montana ;-)

In the second part of my dream, it was the night of my prom. Which is kinda weird, too, 'cause it's not a custom in my country. We had some sort of party that day, but not a prom. All right, maybe that's why I dreamed about it, because I would have liked to have one, yet in my dream I didn't really want to go to the prom. Why? Well, because I didn't have a proper dress, and I didn't have a partner (where's my Russian Prince when I need him???). I was with two friends who didn't have a dress or a partner either, so I didn't feel TOO bad about it, knowing I wasn't the only pathetic one.

But the aliens from outer space (?) had a different idea. They were DETERMINED to make us go to the prom. So, they used their levitation technology (??) and picked up my two friends, who floated gracefully toward a dressing room. I floated too, but not so gracefully: I tried to escape and they grabbed my leg, so I floated upside down all the way to the dressing room, yelling and struggling. Oh, well...

The aliens gave us pretty dresses. No partners, though (dang). I don't remember the color of my dress, but it was tight and made of satin. I looked great (but what was the point of looking great, since I didn't have partner??). I don't remember if I was wearing heels, but considering I could walk normally, I suppose not (I can't walk in heels, I'm not used to them). The aliens also gave us books to give as presents. My book was entitled Guide to Become a Good Principal, or something like that.

At the prom, they started playing some Brazilian music. I still didn't have a partner, and I still didn't really want to be there, but I love Brazilian music, so I decided to dance and have fun.

After a while they told us that our high-school was going to have a new principal, who was... Matthew McConaughey! Gee, WHY HIM???? Hum, maybe he got tired of making stupid chick flicks...

Ah, but now I could see the reason for my book! I walked directly toward our new principal and gave him the book.

Now I just hope Matthew McConaughey makes a better principal than an actor.

I'm still wondering, though, why the aliens thought it was so important for me to attend that prom. I mean, not even Matthew McConaughey as a high-school principal is so important in the grand scheme of things...

G. E.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


I had a very long dream last night, but most of it was just too twisted to share it here.

But there's a cool part around the middle of my dream that I can tell. I was in a restaurant with some friends, waiting for a children choir to start singing, and I looked through the window. There were some tall buildings in front of the restaurant, and one of them had big stone lion heads near the top. They were quite impressive.

I said to one of my friends, "You know? once I dreamed about a big city just like this one, where every building was adorned with huge sculptures like those lion heads." My friend asked, "How were they?" I answered, "I don't remember exactly, I had that dream several years ago. But this city is very much like that one. How interesting!"


G. E.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


In my dream, I was on a journey. I was traveling with someone else, both of us riding horses (mine wasn't black, for a change). We arrived at some place where we had to take a bus, so I left my brown horse in a field and checked my luggage.

I noticed I had forgotten my digital camera. It's quite expensive, so I searched for my horse to go back and retrieve it. Then I saw that my poor horse was hanging from a roof, all tied up with ropes!

I told some people to untie him, and complained that my horse was a living creature, not a bicycle that you could hang somewhere when you're not using it. I was really, really angry.

The horse seemed dead at first, but after a while he recovered. Whew!

I rode him again and went back to get my camera. And I can tell you, my friend the horse was happy to be able to move again.

G. E.