The Tentacled Card and the Corridor of Lamps

I only remember fragments because I am so tired.

In my dream, a monster chases me at night. I infer from his appearance that his image is inspired by the last episode of Stranger Things.

As I hold my owl stuffed animal named Aurora, I observe how the monster gradually becomes a real threat. I gain some time with this information, cross the train tracks, and start running.

As I open a miniature Christmas card, like the ones you write notes in and attach to gifts, I notice tentacles growing uncontrollably out from the small perforation that loops the card to a string. I do not feel safe anywhere, and I wake up.

Another intense dream. I pass by a house,

and then another one. [person A] is in the first one. I am conscious of a previous situation in which [person A] had a tiff with someone. I thought it was an uncommon event, but [person B] and [person C] also had a misunderstanding with him, even though they have been friends for decades. That makes [person A] a rude guy. This aspect of him is novel to me.

I excitedly pass by [person B] and [person C]’s house, to then go to a different friend’s house, when I am told that there is a party at a bar called "El Galianillo". It is a new bar to me, but I know some of the people invited to the party, so [person B], [person C] and I change our plans.

[person B] arrives at the party wearing only a feathered boa and white underwear. What is bizarre is that [person B] has dark skin. But I am pleasantly surprised to see her with such a liberated attitude and I comment, –“how summery!”

The last fragment I remember is an event that takes place in a large space, like a semi-public institution, perhaps the

School of Architecture. One of the inhabitants of the Ciudad Abierta, in Ritoque shows me a wonderful place.

It does not have pillars or walls or any type of subdivision. It is an almost- perfect place. Even though I try to find a fault, I cannot find any functional deficiencies.

I ask –"Where the professors work now?" when they show me a tunnel. It is a long corridor that connects the new addition to the old building, where they used to be.

A table extends along the length of the complete corridor, upon which there are library-like desk lamps. The teachers can sit as they please, without having to be assigned a specific spot within this aesthetically minimalist common room.

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