Sunday, November 22, 2009


After several days of not dreaming anything interesting, my mind came up with a very dark and very disturbing dream.

In my dream I was a teenager, living in a Spanish community, and the country had been invaded by the Nazis. We were all very afraid, and for some reason all the children must hide from view. The other kids and me covered ourselves with blankets. We had to hide our toys and books too, and we weren't allowed to play or write.

Then a group of Gypsies visited us, and we had a great party. They played musical instruments, and they had several kids who didn't know about the restrictions, so they asked us to come out and play with them.

Then a neighbor came, one who didn't like Gypsies. We knew he was going to betray us, so we had to say goodbye. I cried when the Gypsies left, and wished them good luck.

But the Nazis came anyway, and even though we hid again, they took away all the kids of my community (they didn't take me 'cause I was older). I cried again when they left us, yelling, "Why, why?!" My voice echoed in the empty rooms. Then the Nazis came back, to take the adults too.

I had a sister (not my real half-sister), and I ran away with her. She was older than me, but somehow she depended on me, and I said we must go and hide in the forest, but I couldn't run. I knew then that I was dreaming, and thought that if I was able to run, I'd stand up in my bed still asleep. That felt weird.

Anyway, somehow we reached the forest, but the soldiers found us anyway, and captured us. They separated me from my sister, but I had had enough, and I yelled and broke things until they took me with her. She was very afraid, and I comforted her.

Suddenly many years passed and we were free again, and I still was with my sister. We went to a museum filled with stuff about movies and comic books (a very cool place, if you ask me). Then I woke up.

I still don't know how or why my mind makes up strange dreams like this one. I can't say I enjoyed it, but at least I have something to tell.

Have a nice day :-)

G. E.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


Last night I dreamed there was a female Guinea pig in my house. And she was a marsupial too (a mutant Guinea pig, perhaps?).

She gave birth to a tiny baby which climbed to her pouch. How cute.

My cat, of course, thought she was cute in another sense. You know, like dinner. I had to scare him away several times.

I gave mommy Guinea pig a cardboard box, and she got into it immediately. I had put some pieces of paper there, and the Guinea pig started to chew them, preparing a nest.

After a while, I looked into the cardboard box, and here's what I found: mommy Guinea pig had made a lot of tiny cardboard weapons, like knives, to fight my cat if she had to. She had also made a lot of carboard pieces of furniture!

She was a very, very clever Guinea pig. Pity I woke up before I could see her baby grow up.

G. E.

Friday, November 13, 2009


Instead of getting married (sigh!), in my last dream I traveled with some friends to a very beautiful city. We walked by the coast, admired a street shop where they sold jewelry made with amethysts, and met a very kind and very fat cook. One of my friends fell in love with him. In case you wonder why I didn't, well, I don't mind fat guys, but according to my previous dream, I already have a fiancé :-) I like bookworms, too, and the cook wasn't one.

So, the cook told us that, although that part of the city was very nice (heck, the musical instruments of the local orchestra were made of GOLD), the Major was so greedy that in other parts of the city people didn't even have access to water.

We decided to punish the Major. We were going to force him to live like a poor until he fixed things.

We met the Major and he looked suspiciously like James Woods (my, that actor's everywhere, like Samuel Jackson), but after a while he transformed into some kind of bug (which sounds quite logical, if you ask me).

I squashed him under my foot. Forget about teaching him a lesson. That was a more definite solution. And you can't call it murder, because he was a bug now.

Pity we can't do that with every greedy politician in real life.

G. E.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


In my last dream, I was going to marry this incredibly sweet, handsome, and rich guy (yay!). We were organizing the wedding, which would be at his parents' house. It was such a big mansion that it had a ballroom, with a pretty staircase covered with a red carpet.

The problem was my future mother-in-law. She had accepted me quite well as part of the family, but she still was a very, very annoying lady. Everything had to be PERFECT. So, all the time she was around me, telling me I should hurry up and do this and that, and that I'd better get dressed RIGHT NOW or I'd be late for my wedding. I told her to calm down and locked myself in the bathroom, to escape from her for a while.

What she didn't know was that some vandals had entered the ballroom, and broken almost everything that could be broken. So, I'm glad I woke up before she found out. She would have been VERY mad.

Hope I can marry tonight ;-) (I don't mind the vandalized ballroom. And if you had met my fiancé, you wouldn't mind either.)

G. E.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


(I'm starting to think I must create a label for alien dreams...)

I dreamed this last night. I was talking to my dad, and he reminded me of something I had forgotten: that when I was a little girl I met an alien from outer space. Wha-a-a-a-t? But then I had a flashback, and I remembered...

I was like 7 or 8-years-old, and I was sleeping in my parents' bed. When I woke up, there was an alien behind me, holding my body so I couldn't escape. I turned my head to look at him, and saw part of his face: grey and ugly... very much like an orc from The Lord of the Rings. He wasn't much bigger than I. His skin was dry, full of wrinkles, and yet flexible. It was quite repulsive when it brushed against my face.

The alien started to make some weird questions about me and my family. After that, still with the alien beside me, I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, the alien dragged me out of the house. It was dark, but there were some people on the streets. The alien wanted to vaporize them with a weapon he had, and I begged him not to. Curiously, one of those passers-by was... Donald Duck! (?).

The alien also threatened to vaporize a couple of cats. Again I told him not to, but this time I thought he had said that just to annoy me.

We came to an old house. There were some poor kids living there (an older sister taking care of her two little brothers). They thought the alien was another (yet very ugly) kid, since he was so short. We started to play. The poor kids were hungry, but all of their food was rotten, and I felt very sorry for them.

After a while, some cops found us. The alien was suddenly gone. The cops took the poor kids away, to take care of them, and they brought me back home.

I still can't decide if the alien was a good guy or not. What do you think?

G. E.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


This is another old dream, 'cause I haven't been dreaming anything interesting lately (gotta fix that... any idea?).

In my dream, I was looking at the sky and suddenly I spotted huge spheres coming down. They came from outer space, they were evil and pretended to destroy the Earth. They could also talk, and though I couldn't understand what they were saying, their tone was quite nasty.

They started to crush everything under their weight, and I ran away from them. I got into a dark building and managed to find an exit on the other side of it. Everything was quiet there, except for some kids playing soccer (darn, I hate soccer). I walked past them and found an artificial lake surrounded by tall, modern buildings. In the middle of the lake there was a small island, with something that looked like a white church on it (I'm not a religious person, yet I suppose that the church-looking building meant something). There was nobody else around me, and everything was so nice and peaceful that I no longer feared for myself, even if I knew I was going to die.

There was a street in front of me, with more tall buildings on both sides of it, and at the end of the street there were some beautiful trees. I started to walk in that direction (I wanted to see the trees), but I woke up then.

Now I'll never know what happened to those creepy evil spheres. Oh, well, they weren't friendly anyway.

G. E.