The Dream of the Forgotten City

 

Last night I had a fascinating dream, full of symbolism and connections to the past. I was walking through the keys, a peaceful yet mysterious landscape that evoked memories. As I walked along, I remembered that I had been there in a previous dream. I decided to follow the path to an old, broken bridge, a deteriorated structure that seemed to whisper forgotten stories. I wanted to explore and reconnect with those fragmented memories, as if something important was waiting for me on the other side.

As I crossed the bridge, I stumbled upon something unexpected: a city trapped in time, frozen in the 1700s. Its buildings were ancient, with stone and wood walls that spoke of a bygone era. In every corner there were vestiges of the past: calendars, letters, and memos pinned to the walls, all dated to the 18th century. The city, although forgotten by time, vibrated with life.

As I explored, I began to interact with the citizens. One of the most vivid scenes was my encounter with a technician who repaired telephone lines. I watched his work with curiosity and realized that his method made no sense. I corrected him, suggesting more logical solutions, as if my contemporary mind was trying to apply modern knowledge in that archaic environment.

Later in the dream, I was transported in a wheelless vehicle that levitated about two feet off the ground. It was light, silent, and I was riding in it with a little girl I recognized as my daughter. We were on our way to an invitation from friends, floating over uneven roads.

When we arrived at the destination, I saw a mother playing a wind instrument. Her music was melancholy, and she played to earn some coins to feed her three children. One of them, the youngest, was having a birthday. When I asked which of them was the birthday boy, the mother pointed to the youngest girl. I wanted to surprise her, so I extended my hand to her and made her levitate in the air. The little girl laughed with joy, and her mother, seeing the happiness on her daughter's face, let out a smile full of hope. However, as I used my strength to hold the little girl in the air, I felt my energy draining away. When I finally put her down, I noticed that I had absorbed some of the mother's sadness into my heart.

Despite my tiredness, I felt positive upon awakening. I had experienced the beauty of a forgotten city, still full of life and wonders to discover. This dream left me with a sense of joy and a renewed curiosity to explore the stories and readings of the past.

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