A Dream within Another Dream

I recall a dream: I feel, my commitment to writing my dreams is courageous. This helps me to move forward.

A mixture of two dream states. When lying on a bed, I recognize it is my mother's house in Chile. For several weeks, I have been uncommunicative in this room working with the electrodes, and in this sense, she has been patient and supportive.

A new feeling shows up. What am I doing here? I ask myself. I would rather be with my mom! I have not even seen her! My poor mother! Should I suggest having dinner together?

Quickly I hear she comes down into the bathroom in my room. On the bed, still inside my dream, I draw circles. From far away I hear when she enters the room.

When she intends to wake me up, the

exhaustion keeps me motionless. From that state, however, I manage to connect and communicate with my mother to tell her that I cannot wake up.

She is understanding and knows that resting is vital for me, so she leaves the room. When she is gone, I'm still asleep as well as partially awake inside the dream, I remain in a mixed state, here and there. I'm in a dream within another dream.

In my own room in the studio, as I lie now on my bed, I am able to see the outside entrance through the reflection of the windowpane. It is a scene in the street in which someone stands in front of the metal curtain.

My silent in-dreams voice shouts “[person A]! [person A]!”

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