The Rucksack and the Workshop with Bow Windows

[person A], the blacksmith, comes to work at the studio space. Standing in the first floor, my viewing angle is higher up when in my dream he enters smoking a joint. He is relaxed; it is clear he derives pleasure from his work. My interest is occupied on something else though.

I wake up and fall back to sleep. The whole dream is a journey to another workshop in the neighbourhood. I pack my rucksack with my things. I carry it on my back, and it is full of cash.

I must be more careful, [person B], appears as my ex boyfriend and tells me that the zipper of my bag is open. The one on the pocket that is empty. It is, in fact, open, but to be sure I check the other, and fortunately, the money is still inside.

On our way, we enter an old movie theatre

with several floors. We go up to the box seats, which are on the top floor. We go in one of the doors, from where we see the area in front of the screen, and it is empty. We are with another couple. My boyfriend and I decide to get closer to the screen and go down.

I don’t know what movie we came to see.

We finally make it to the other workshop. It is a house with bow-windows and a 180 degree view. The three panels are glass, the one in the middle looks out on the street and is covered by a grille. It is for protection against thieves.

We really came to wander through the house and are still with the same couple, walking aimlessly.

The only intention with [person B] is to be together. I feel free; it is a bond with a sense of spirit. On the second floor of the house we find a mezzanine with a bed, or rather an area made up of mattresses: a surface where several couples can fit at the same time, without mixing.

They are on one side and we are farther away, wrapped in a blanket. We want to lie down in an embrace, passion concentrated in the space existing between us.

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