The Occupied House and the Road to the Coast

The first part of the dream is a mess, a total confusion and a problem. I bought a house that I cannot use, because the people that are still living in it cannot vacate it. It is a problem in search of a solution.

They explain to me nicely what is happening, the reason why they cannot leave, and I listen to them patiently. The point is that they do not tell me when they are going. That part of the problem is always left pending and remains unresolved.

I enter the office of the lawyer [person A]; I want to make an appointment to speak with him next week. I need to explain what is going on. He can surely do something. I need to put a stop to this situation. I have been extremely tolerant; they pushed me to the edge of abuse, it is an injustice. I took over a house and paid

for it. I cannot go back; the deal is closed. I have no way out of it.

Another fragment; I walk alone through a rural town. The sun shines; I walk and it feel as if I were on vacation. I enter an events hall or a restaurant, and I bump into [person B].

Since he does not trust, [person B] staves off love. He denies real affection, because he is afraid of it. He is still in love with me but doesn’t let himself go with the feeling, because he doesn’t know how.

We are in the upper part of a tiny town, the place is very familiar to [person B]. It is his childhood house. Of all my teenage friends, he is the only one that still lives there.

Between [person B] and I, there was always some kind of seductive game and this dream is like a revival. What is not clear and I cannot explain here, is why [person B] fears this situation. He kind of goes back to his original way of being: fearful, rigid,

and his conservative side becomes blatant.

[person B] is an interesting guy but that is his choice and I flow with it without a problem. I am happy to return to Chile and I believe life smiles at me. I see a stand where they sell oranges, and I want to stop and buy. What? 281 for 2 oranges! I'm perplexed, is one or two oranges? I don’t have enough money. The coins I grab from my pocket are mixed, I have Mexican pesos and I am in Chile. The value is different. It is embarrassing; I don’t have enough.

At the stand they also sell grapefruit. I don’t know the price. The attendant ignores me for a while, and when he finally tells me the price, I thank him.

I keep walking, I am on my way to my parents’ house. The landscape reminds me the road that goes through upper Con-Cón. The time to leave arrives.

Something is missing here and the fleeting memory of a Webcam remains.

Supposedly [person B] routes me to the bus

but for some reason he buys puffed rice and seeds to share with me, which is a loving gesture.

I am in a joint point. In order to get to my family house I have to decide: I can take the bus in El Estero de La Boca or go to Viña del Mar. Definitely [person B] does not want to go with me to La Boca, yet to Viña del Mar, he does.

We approach Valparaiso, the ground is oddly dirty and I am walking barefoot. As if there had been a market, the ground is disgusting, I walk on the trash. Quickly I put shoes on while I think about arriving to wash them.

While [person B] doesn't allow me to seduce him, I hear the word "no corresponde", like an alarm clock that comes to annoy me, as an infiltration that does not blend in gently.

From the first dream, I have to evict the inhabitants of the house. It is a prize that is waiting for me, a trophy or may be, it is a favour.

Resembling the chain effect; the unavailability of one leads to that of the other. It is not something that has a solution in sight, but rather just a situation.

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