The Smile and the Market by the Volcanoes

In the dream, we're getting ready to live in a barely finished apartment. In my room, I had previously made a niche for the faucet, which ruined the finish at the base of one wall.

[person A] helps me negotiate with the contractors who, in turn, gather the construction workers to have them do the repairs and paint, all day long.

The clever contractors check out [person A]’s smile and teeth, using a system that lets them isolate him from the rest of the city, similar to the Cheshire cat’s smile in Alice in Wonderland, and it alone stands out in the darkness.

His teeth are clearly not a child’s. There's nothing strange about that.

A path leads from one building to another, at the roof level.

I've to walk over this narrow metal bridge with no railing. [person A] goes first; it's a big challenge for me, because I fear my balance is not good, and [person B] had some tequilas.

Thinking more about it, it's not particularly difficult, and I should be confident.

Another fragment of a dream takes place in a large hybrid space being used as a gymnasium, but instead of a flat floor, it has ramps.

I'm with other girls watching the routine of a great gymnast on the parallel bars. It's the idealization of an image.

We're a team, and we must all try to do a kip, a technical move for getting onto the bars.

It's my turn, but despite my best intentions, something keeps me from completing it; it's a gymnast laying on the ground, right under the apparatus.

Instead of giving me security, it demands more control. It would help me a springboard.

The dream moves me elsewhere.

I go out to walk through a neighbourhood and observe large houses. I'm unfamiliar with this area and ask one of the girls by my side. Just when we get to the upper part of the street, a boy points out the direction toward "the Saturday market" that's, coincidentally, held today.

The roundabout seems to be an urbanization boundary. Visible on the other side is a mountainous landscape with a zone of active volcanoes. I soon realize that a few meters from where we're the incandescent lava created a crack that can, at any moment, begin to explode, a warning sign that makes us move away.

We continue towards the market, a few meters from there. In effect, it's a street market with stands where the most varied products will be sold. They're still being put up, even though it's 11:00

in the morning.

To kill time, we wander from one stand to another.

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