The Roman Corridor and the Unfinished Painting

At the beginning, I don’t recall much but fragments. I dream of the vague sensation of a complicated plot coming to life. We are in a mysterious place: a hospice-like, stone construction.

[person A] takes care of me while I lay in bed connected to electrodes. I have the suspicion that I am sick and cannot take care of myself. I need help to set the electrodes on my scalp and [person A] will come to fix them in an hour. He leaves me with the electrodes connected and goes to see a friend of him, a girl who lives close to the hospice, all of this I didn’t know about, until now.

I like that [person A] is a free and independent person while others keep me company.

When I look at my feet, I see a bruise that covers my foot from my toe to my

instep. It was caused by a subtle hit, just a brush, which makes me think it is a symptom of my illness.

After an hour, [person A] comes back to take out the electrodes but I am still working and cannot take them out yet. His attention fills me up. It is a true morale booster and emotional support. Even though he adds that if he had known, he would have stayed with his friend. Over all I feel loved.

Lying in bed, I feel in my stomach my digestive tube obstructed from my feet up to my neck. I give myself a soft massage to the right and feel relief as excrement comes out.

Feeling better, I get out of bed to work on colour theory, an interest I share with [person A]. I am aware in the dream that [person A] investigates the scientific mathematics behind colour, and I enthusiastically tell him that I have decided to dedicate myself to the study, too.

In the depth of my conscience, I am with [person A] and [person B], two friends from the past [person B], I have known her since childhood, though [person A] and I, we were friends during adolescence in high school, and up until our thirties.

I don't see them anymore. In the beginning my best friend [person B] we shared a pure spirit. Her soul is characterized by long, blonde hair. Next, [person A]: he represent a platonic love. In my dreams and for the first time, I have the honor of introducing them to each other.

In the next dream, I am driving a car on a landing stip. I am going to fly with my mother and [person C] in a private. We are going to spend the weekend away from here.

I am going towards them. For some reason, he left the jet on the other side of the highway; he stopped to double-check before crossing though. Suddenly in the dream I acknowledge that years ago I had a terrible accident in that same place.

As we are preparing to leave, my mother

shows me her suitcase. A semi-transparent blouse with black and white stripes and shoulder pads grabs my attention. She says she bought it in the market for cheap. Yet, it looks good and has exactly the kind of cut I need. There is a butterfly like design embroidered into the shoulders.

She shows me other shirts with a Mickey Mouse design, but I don’t need casual clothing. I need something more elegant, formal, and feminine, so I don’t pay attention to the shirts.

Separately, [person C] and his friend are building a piece of furniture for the television with a special backing to protect it if it falls. As my mother forever says, “[person C] is always running around with strange things,” but this time, his improvisation is up to professional standards.

The third dream contains features of the two previous ones.

I am excited by a project in a practically

unknown roman built town. The village has a large exterior corridor, a long wall is about 50-meters made out of stones. That's the entrance, to my left, the wall is at a slight angle with another one. In the sense I walk through this passage the exit is slightly narrow and that forms a funnel that accelerates its aesthetic perspective.

I find myself with [person D], she let her hair grow like [person B] I am exited to show her an image I took of the painting, I did in another dream, is the Mount Hood. It resembles a photograph although it is not yet finished; the brushstrokes are visible if you get close enough.

Out of the blue, I remember to think of my good intentions to help a friend, [person E].

I am about to finish the painting. The trestle is like the door to a closet in which the striped blouse, a skirt, and a golden belt hang, an entire outfit!

I tell [person D] about a trip, I am supposed to go to the island of Serdeña and how

interesting is my discovery of the unknown roman building, specifically because it is unknown.

From the corridor, I saw a group of tall, round buildings with pointed roofs. It is a mayor project I would like to build.

I also tell [person D] that I applied for a scholarship for the project. A feat, too accomplish a personal dream is an idea that has always fascinated me. The building is in the north of Europe, 2000 km from Rome. When they built it back then, they had to fight against the Francs and the Gauls.

Constructing something so large and so far away from Rome is a feat. On the other side of the corridor, there is an unmapped building it is unknown until now. I plan on taking the responsibility of to bring it back.

I am practically a Roman, I tell [person D] slightly joking.

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