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Watako
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Just a dream

Posted by Watako - September 9th, 2021


Every night i have the same dream.


I walk through a twisted alley of old reddish blocks until a shiny light blinds me. There is that man with his limbs so ridiculously long, he is wearing a black treanchcoat an a pointy hat, he has no eyes, no nose, no ears, nothing but a mouth, a very big mouth with crooked and sharp teeths.


Although his appearance is terrifying, it turns out to be quite friendly, he greets me from a distance moving his skeletal hand and from his mouth he takes out a cane with which he directs me through what remains of the alley.


Then I see it, the house of my childhood, as I remembered it, painted a light green, two huge pine trees on the sides which almost touched the sky and the grill where we used to prepare barbecue on weekends.


The strange-looking creature then takes me to my room, it's like looking at a photograph, my stuffed animals and board games scattered across the floor, sheets of paper with scribbles made with crayons. It is at that moment that he tells me to get into my bed.


Although his appearance is terrifying, it turns out to be quite friendly, he greets me from a distance moving his skeleton hand and from his mouth he takes out a cane with which he directs me through what remains of the alley.


Then I see it, the house of my childhood, as I remembered it, painted a light green, two huge pine trees on the sides which almost touched the sky and the grill where we used to prepare barbecue on weekends.


The strange-looking creature then takes me to my room, it's like looking at a photograph, my stuffed animals and board games scattered across the floor, sheets of paper with scribbles made with crayons. It is at that moment that he tells me to get into my bed


I finally understand, that creature is me. The part of me, the part that was once young, the part that tried to be scary in a world full of horrors. I was a child once, one who wanted to face his reality and was able to achieve it in a way.


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