The Endless Earphone Wire and the Red Signal

Initially my dream takes me back to 25 years ago on time, to a gathering of friends and family. I feel fulfilled, among the painters is [person A], he hugs me in the dream we have a close, romantic relationship. Between my relatives is [person B] and my friends, [person C], both still alive.

[person A] treats me like his girlfriend. I feel something in my throat like something I swallowed that is now choking me. A white thread comes out of my mouth. It is my earphone wire. I pull on it carefully, but it is abnormally long. Finally, the earphones come out, but the wire is still inside.

I gradually pull on the wire, sliding it up my throat. It seems like not just one pair of earphones, but many! I keep breathing as I can and do everything possible not to choke while I keep pulling

on the wire, without hurting myself.

It is horrible! It is making me anxious. I don’t understand what is happening. Why is the wire so long? I pull out another pair of earphones. They are for my phone, and I don’t understand how they got there. I pull the wire up my throat until it is all out, but my throat feels irritated and my trachea almost closed.

[person A] comforts me with tea and tells me I’ll get better. I sit still for a while. Next thing I see is his girlfriend is the charming Argentine model who doesn’t seem bothered by our relationship.

The sensation in my throat does not go away. The interior walls loosened from my neck, my soft-palate and epiglottis bounce upwards along with all the other organs in my throat that form the wall of the digestive and respiratory tract. I ask my mother to take me to [clinic name redacted]. She and [person D] look 25 years younger too.

The second dream is abstract.

We are surrounded by a system of mysterious red lights like the ones in Stranger Things that communicate with extraterrestrial forces. We are referring to the energy of strange beings that transcends matter. We establish a simple system of contact, and it works. We see it.

Iggy Pop is part of the scientific community. Communication with the Cosmos is an introverted affair. At the same time, we participate with the public so they can establish contact, too but it is forbidden.

The police arrive, pursuing us for a crime that is difficult to prove. They pursue us though they don't have evidence that shows darkness or that proves that we broke the law.

The system is simple. It consists of a graded bar which is a connection index that measures contact level and lights up red at the highest level. The police want to arrest us because we show people this system but they arrive too late. The

system is everywhere and cannot be halted now. There is even a contact pole in front of the police station.

The third dream. We are held captive in a laboratory, where the personnel exploit our skills. We are the subject of an investigation for an evil organization. They investigate the task of the conscience using the efficient method of electrodes.

Several of us children are working together on an escape plan that I decide to collaborate with. Stalking the laboratory entrance and exit until we see an opportunity to cross nimbly and get away. It is now or never. I have to dodge an obstacle to get free. I volunteer to participate and put on a hardhat and a few electrodes.

At the end, my memory tends to fade me, as I take off the helmet while still asleep, starting with the electrodes from my face and forehead, with the expansion mesh on the outside still connected to the terminal, recording. As I am about to get

up and regain consciousness, I look at the clock, which says 6.

I wake up and I lay back down to sleeping and dreaming.

Now, I am part of a university research group and, like most of other students, live in a small flat. My activities are centerd on campus facilities and the street. All the students must write their names on a coloured post-it and add it to the raffle box so we can decide randomly where the party will be organized.

It doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t think it is a good idea to invite a large group of people to a house without a garden. Most of the flats, like mine, don’t have outdoor space.

Four or five people it is reasonable; more would be irresponsible. The party should be organised in the gallery, like an “urban party.” –What is an “urban party?” they ask. Is an artificial event that hosts social gatherings. At least this is what’s what it means to me, but the person

who asks doesn’t seem to know.

Urban is social and artificial at the same time, I repeat. The party will be at night, and the gallery where it will be hosted, lit up with electric lights and full of students!

In the distance, I see someone approaching with a gigantic camera. It is a monstrous thing that he carries on his shoulder as he comes towards me.

In the end, I remember that I am wearing a strange pilot helmet, a hard, padded, thick shell.

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