sometimes happens to return exhausted and completely exhausted from school.
happens to a child of primary school as a small 19 year old student who is on the penultimate year of high school classic.
happens that you get home you sleep making us win all the rest fall into a restored rest.
But when sleep is heavy risk of dreaming occurs and we can not help but fall victims of our subconscious.
so happens that a certain Friday May 7 your student falls victim to a terrifying nightmare and Tutt 'now disturbing.
reproduce below a sketch thrown down first hand that the unfortunate wrote immediately after waking up with a start and with tears in his eyes.
" I bleed the language. I do not have the cut, I know there are some small wounds all over the surface, and then I bleed. Tampa nicks with cotton that change often, three times around the During the dream. This seems to cotton to buy it in the village square where I live Tutt 'now, Strada in Chianti. I buy in a shop managed by an elderly woman and child.
It 's the son who gave me every time I need the new cotton and taking back the dirt. I hear him tell his mother "Apparently six willing to give it to those East ..." referring to those pieces of cotton conflict as if they could gain some profit.
The fourth time I go I use for cotton alone in back room where a bed a wardrobe and a desk full of objects and other things scattered in bulk.
Then the woman is sitting on the couch and mending what is perhaps a slip.
I know where the cotton: I approach open the cupboard and began to open a series of drawers but I never find the package, I find, however, a small quantity of spools of thread around one of these drawers, as the ones I always found in the drawer of my grandmother. So I say to the haberdasher that those colored wires keeps them also my grandmother and indeed, to see me have made it back to mind. Suddenly the old woman
replace it with my grandmother. Continues to sit on the bed is dressed in a light dress, summer, but black and continues to sew the same thing that before sewing the other old. I approach her and begin to tell you that days ago, I thought and I were reminded of the times that I am at home preparing his fabulous balls and then when I was little, I had three years, I played with her, pretending to cook with " Cochin. She listens but what I'm saying the crowd.
Continue sewing and slowly, almost imperceptibly , shakes his head as if he wanted to hear what I say, if com those words only brings pain. Then I stop, a little disappointed.
Without understanding how or why my grandmother on the bed disappears and instead I'm here.
I see.
But that's me sitting on the bed in three years, in white singlet and shorts short hair cut boy, the skin of red and white like that are lost in wonder such fantasies. I start talking with this girl and tell her: "You know how we played as small ? What we did when you played?"
And I awake with a start, jumped out of bed, screaming.
happens to a child of primary school as a small 19 year old student who is on the penultimate year of high school classic.
happens that you get home you sleep making us win all the rest fall into a restored rest.
But when sleep is heavy risk of dreaming occurs and we can not help but fall victims of our subconscious.
so happens that a certain Friday May 7 your student falls victim to a terrifying nightmare and Tutt 'now disturbing.
reproduce below a sketch thrown down first hand that the unfortunate wrote immediately after waking up with a start and with tears in his eyes.
" I bleed the language. I do not have the cut, I know there are some small wounds all over the surface, and then I bleed. Tampa nicks with cotton that change often, three times around the During the dream. This seems to cotton to buy it in the village square where I live Tutt 'now, Strada in Chianti. I buy in a shop managed by an elderly woman and child.
It 's the son who gave me every time I need the new cotton and taking back the dirt. I hear him tell his mother "Apparently six willing to give it to those East ..." referring to those pieces of cotton conflict as if they could gain some profit.
The fourth time I go I use for cotton alone in back room where a bed a wardrobe and a desk full of objects and other things scattered in bulk.
Then the woman is sitting on the couch and mending what is perhaps a slip.
I know where the cotton: I approach open the cupboard and began to open a series of drawers but I never find the package, I find, however, a small quantity of spools of thread around one of these drawers, as the ones I always found in the drawer of my grandmother. So I say to the haberdasher that those colored wires keeps them also my grandmother and indeed, to see me have made it back to mind. Suddenly the old woman
replace it with my grandmother. Continues to sit on the bed is dressed in a light dress, summer, but black and continues to sew the same thing that before sewing the other old. I approach her and begin to tell you that days ago, I thought and I were reminded of the times that I am at home preparing his fabulous balls and then when I was little, I had three years, I played with her, pretending to cook with " Cochin. She listens but what I'm saying the crowd.
Continue sewing and slowly, almost imperceptibly , shakes his head as if he wanted to hear what I say, if com those words only brings pain. Then I stop, a little disappointed.
Without understanding how or why my grandmother on the bed disappears and instead I'm here.
I see.
But that's me sitting on the bed in three years, in white singlet and shorts short hair cut boy, the skin of red and white like that are lost in wonder such fantasies. I start talking with this girl and tell her: "You know how we played as small ? What we did when you played?"
And I awake with a start, jumped out of bed, screaming.
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