May 31, 2008 09:56
Tonight I had a dream: doctors diagnostice me a cancer.
Famous film director propose me to do a documentary of my life until dead. People were so surprised on me cause I'm happy and turning up the fig mood of those of the film crew. But in my interior I was no happy. I was trying to forget the fact I was going to face the end alone; nobody will accompany me when I'm dying.
In a point of the dream, I pass by a camp where some people (the film rol) plays baseball. I wear a typical musical instrument from Galicia called 'pandeiro' (a percussion squared item). The ball comes to me and I protect my head with the pandeiro, whom was banged by the hard ball, what dent it. Then, I turn to cry with the director of the film, saying I'm totally distressed for I'm gonna die.
Now I'm thinking if isn't better to let my mind asleep, not to exercise it. This is the way to have an early Alzheimer. In spanish, this is what we call 'ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente' (eyes can't see, heart has no feelings).