Milena Velba - Privacy

The road was advancing in front of her appearing every meter, that language was driving the black wet mechanically along the way home.

She ran and was not afraid to step up as if puzzled by what that could encounter in its path.

But what was an illusion, he knew.

was driving looking straight ahead, without blinking, almost without breathing, but only by setting a huge void that appeared in front of his car.

darted into the silent night, running through the countryside and light up the streets that ran on the linear ridges of the hills.

was shocked by that afternoon and had not yet recovered.

Dreamland true too concrete had learned in his sleep and had upset the hours of rest, he was out more that distorted but absolutely convinced what who had lived, lived in the surreal.

But no, this was not a possible thing, dreams are nothing more than amusing touches your thoughts in our heads as a great pourpourrit and are re -assembled by our sub-conscious creating stories from plots more absurd and disparate.

And also all what went against his principles and his beliefs ... okay to be a hardcore fan of X- files and believe in extraterrestrial but telepathy and parallel worlds ... mmm ... no, thanks.

was impossible, in her confusion had one and could not help but retrace everything that had happened in the dream.

remembered all the talk of the people present, petting him on the couch that hugs ... and was right there on that couch while he held her by the wrist that she realized dreaming.

Almost scared he tried to get up and untied him from the wall but it was proved strangely difficult. He could not more to breathe and feel you want to wake up at all costs but he still to be there beside her, felt his heat but at the same time see the light coming in through the window of his room.

For a moment he thought that everything was real, that what I was experiencing was not all a dream but a reality he was there beside them were together and stretched his thumb stroking the inside the wrist.

Then suddenly a noise. the feeling of a piece of plastic that is breaking and he found himself on the edge of the bed, all the muscles contracted and the heart pounding and shortness of breath trying set.

He looked just the wrist and you still feel the slight pressure of the hand from which he had torn.

possible that a dream can be so intense?

Too intense that you risk a ' hyperventilation sudden when you are relaxed and sleep in your bed?

He accelerated again in the dark night that hides everything, did not know where it came, his home had now overtaken long ago.

The music still pounding in rhythm to his speed, but she remained unmoved and continued as an automaton with the pounding sensation.

He wanted to call him, was sure how he would give him the answer he was looking for confirmation of "Yes, it's all true, but you've dreamed I dreamed myself. There were two in that place."

No, the madness began to take over, my mind was tired, was more who drove two hours of chasing the horizon only.

He tried to understand where he was, had come over Panzano , if it did not stop Sienna would have reached a little later.

He found a clearing, he stopped and got out.

The sky was shaking the clouds and the stars turned more bright he had to offer in that night of January, Cassiopeia reigned over his head as if he wanted to compete with indomitable all other constellations .

From speakers Fat Boy Slim slipped out with RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW invading everything landscape night if he wanted reach the sky to the stars pulsate at their own pace.

Finally the head was freed from that vortex of thought impossible, the adrenaline was less and felt a strong desire to return home to get under the covers.

came back in the car and was ready to dream again.