Reading about someone else's dreams makes you want to dig out your dream residues from the night before, see if they somehow make a story worth telling. Most of the time I dont remember my dreams..its only the past week and last night that the events have been significant enough for me to recall them after waking up.
I sleep a lot, I like sleeping. But it seems that this over sleeping I have going on right now is obstructing my brain from remembering what happened during those dark hours.
Last night I was in Berlin,apparently, climbing a very steep hill. There were two paths for this hill, but me and Irene Rodriguez (to whom I haven't spoken in the 4 years that its been since we left school) decided to ride our bikes up the steep side. It was complicated, and we ended up carrying our bikes, I assume so anyway because they were gone half way through the climbing.. we managed to get to the top, we looked at the view, which seemed to be the landscapes of Cartago, in a summer afernoon. As it tends to be. It wasnt that clear, but now trying to remember thats the feeling I get from the images in my head. We laughed, proud of ourselves when suddenly, outisde my room the noise of feet rushing down the stairs woke me up, I think the fire alarm went off again, but maybe that was another day..
