נזכרתי, כשכתבתי את הפוסט הקודם, שפעם העליתי איזה קטע על חלום שהיה לי בLiveJournal. הקטע כתוב באנגלית, כי היה לי איזשהו קטע שאני צריכה לעשות בלוג בינלאומי. 

אני כבר אומרת שזה כתוב בצורה ממש גרועה ויש טונה שגיאות כתיב ודקדוק.

May 1st, 2009

I was in a house, somehow aware that I was in Brazil. I was looking through a big window and saw an amazing view of flowers, land and sea. It was breathtaking. Next to me stood a blond guy, he smiled at me and I told him that I want to go hiking with him. He said ‘of course' and took my hand. We left the house and were on the street next to my home in Israel. We walked half hugged in the street, I told him that I love him and he said the same to me. Then a man came from one of the houses, I somehow knew that he was a famous band member but I didn't really cared at that moment. The man told me that I need to tell the other band members about the up coming concert, I told him that I don't know about that but he smiled at me and left. During that conversation the blond guy began to return to the house and I was too occupied in looking at him walking than listen to the man who kept talking.

I continued to walk toward the the flowers field I saw from the window. I began to run across the sand that was there toward north, I felt in the sand all the time but I knew that if I just keep running I will get to the flowers. So I ran and at some point I got there. I saw my friend Hadar, I joined her and we ran in the flowers and drowned in them. After a while we both start to walk toward a building that stood in the sand field, we got there and I saw all of my classmates and the man from before. He smiled at me. I felt unrelated to my classmates, like I've been through an experience that they will never have. I left the building, the man walked after me and ask me if I told the band members about the concert, I told him that I have no idea where they are. Hadar came and said that the city is far too big for me to know where is everyone, the man smiled at me and said that this is correct. Then he ask me about the blond guy, I suddenly remembered that he left and I turn around toward my home. Before I manage to walk a meter he came to me and smiled.

אני לא זוכרת את החלום, אבל אני זוכרת את היום שקמתי מהחלום. 

אני זוכרת שהייתה לי מין תחושה אופורית, כאילו החלום המושלם. ואז מהר אחרי רשמתי את מה שאני זוכרת.

אני צריכה למצוא דרך לפרש את החלום הזה.