Weird dream that I had last night. 'Ephemeral Life'.

Dear readers,

This is the dream that I had last night. Let's begin. First, I find myself in a night club that used to open in the evening and that it was more oriented for young people between 16-20 years old. I remember that this place was called 'Centro' (meaning 'Center', like the center of the Earth) and I paid for my ticket, I used it and I went in. The thing that first drew my attention was the people; there were no young people anymore, but people in their late 40s and 50s triggering a strong feeling of depression and solitude. These people were wearing black leather jackets and had long white beards as well as long hair.

Most of them looked like motorcycle riders belonging to different groups. But they did not do anything to me in terms of hitting me or beating me; they were just dancing, since the focus of the situation was on my feeling depressed and deeply sad because I was expecting to meet people I met in the past and greet them. Nothing else. But, all of a sudden, I met someone that I used to go to school wtih, but a good one, not one of these toxic assholes that almost takes me into the grave. His name was Tony. He was a tall guy, quite mature for his age and very sensible, too. He said the things in the face whether they hurt or not and I liked that, since I really show appreciation for the truth being told in the face, even if it hurts.

The floor looked like an old warehouse with some podiums （like stages where people could get on and dance being watched by everyone） and there were benches on both sides for the people who did not either want to dance or just rest. There is also an upper floor and these benches were just under the ceiling of the upper floor being somewhat hidden. So we started our conversation:

-Hi Tony, how are you? Long time no see. What have you been up to? - I asked him with a smile of fear on my face.

-Jon. I must say the same. Where have you been? It's been ages since the last time we met at one of our old primary school dinners.-he said.

-I have been working in China for almost one year and three months. I teach English to kindergarten and primary schools students at a private school.-I said proudly.

-All right. I see. You have made significant progress since the last time we met. I am glad to be with you. So, I guess you will have so many things to tell me about your adventures, trips and so on.-he said.

-Yes, of course. But there is something odd here. This place was supposed to be mainly for young people, that is to say, this place is oriented for young people, how come is it full of middle-aged people? I do not get it. I remember that this place opened in 1994 and it reached its climax in 2004 and now it is 2019. It's been almost 14 years since they started.-I said.

-That is true, Jon! But now life has changed a lot since you left. Now the youngsters are practically missing and if you come to Spain you will have to share the rest of your life with these people I am afraid.-he said showing some sort of sadness.

-What is really incredible is this feeling of solitude and mental alienation that I have all the time. I do not why.-I said to him.

-The reason is very simple. As you perfectly know, there is no room for us right here in this town. This town is ideal for perishing and being forgotten and you have just come from a place where development is still in the dictionary of those who want to be successful and not to die alone. Still, you have to be careful. By the way, I think you should go and visit your parents. They are playing with their fishes in the swimming pool. You will have fun with them and your brother.-he said.

-Good idea！- I replied. -It's been a long time!

And I left and went to my holiday house (aka cottage in the countryside) where I saw them splashing water to each other and giggling happily, which is something that it really made me happy and full of life within.

-Hi everyone! I am back！Can I play with you?-I said.

-Sure! Sure! Look! It's Jon! He's back! He's back!-they said at the same time.

And I joined them. There were different types of fish swimming in a pond they had built. Among these fish, you could find gold fish, haddocks and kind of a whale robot that they thought it was alive. It was really fun to play with them catching these joyful beings since they felt kind of slippery in my hand and I found that quite challenging.

-I like this whale right here. I need to look down this hole. (Blowhole.) - I said.

And what I could see is just like a board with different microchips and things made of plastic like different compartments for the water to flow in and be analysed. It was easy to notice that such whale was not a real one, because first, it was smaller than a whale; it actually looked like a small dolphin and second, the way it behave was so antinatural, as if it was being controlled by somebody else from a far distance like a device equipped with spy cameras instead of eyes as such.

After that, I was in the hall of my house right in front of the staircase to the first floor where I lived and there was a group of Chinese guys muttering about something that I could not hear. Then I approached them and asked them what they were doing there. They stared at me and said:

-The day when your parents die, what will you do when they die, huh? You may go nuclear on everyone because of your unability to cope with the loss, right?-they said.

-I do not know and I do not want to think about it. I just want to live and enjoy my life.-I said.

-It must be really funny to see you sobbing and destroying people at the same time. Ha ha ha ha!-they giggled as if they were mentally retarded.

This is something that made me literally burn, since I was on the point to get nuclear on those people, since I felt they had literally hurt my honor by making fun of my parents' death, but in the end, I opted to ignore them and I went upstairs. In the last part of the dream, I saw myself running along a wall with an axe on my way to the van where someone was waiting for me and I remember being told to jump off from a high height and falling on my feet without feeling any pain at all and getting into my van where another guy was waiting for me.

The thing is that while I was on my way to the van when running along that wall, I was reciting this kind of mantra: 'I shall not use this axe against the police, I shall not use this axe against the police, but against those who dare to oppose my will, but against those who dare to oppose my will.' As if that axe was a symbol or a metaphore for a big responsibility in my hands. At the end of the dream, I woke up because my alarm clock was sounding so it was time to start a new day. End of the dream.

What do you think about this dream?

Regards,

Kanikuly.