I am one of those who dream every night. However, I tend to quickly forget what I have dreamt.
If you ask me about a recurring dream I would find it difficult to answer in the affirmative, there are situations that undoubtedly repeat themselves in my dreams but I feel unable to describe a scene that has repeated itself more than once.
However, there are two situations from the time of my childhood that have always caused me curiosity. About them I have many doubts, to this day I do not know if they correspond to a dream or if they happened in real life.
In the first one I feel that I am in my room, the moonlight comes through the window and hits me directly in the face. I can see with total clarity the different shapes of the moon inside the milky-colored disk. The silence is absolute, I can barely distinguish with clarity the rhythm of my breathing. The atmosphere is one of total calm, of absolute recollection.
Suddenly I begin to hear a noise outside the window, at first almost imperceptible but progressively rising until it becomes something intimidating, terrifying. With great fear but determined to know the origin of that noise I approach the window. What I see fills me with anguish, disgust and anxiety. The whole wall is covered with a blackish crust, thousands of cockroaches walk along the wall. I return to my bed and lie shivering until at some point sleep overcomes me.
The next morning I have the image very clear in my mind. I go to that wall and there is not the slightest trace of a cockroach. And one of the positive things about my house is that there have never been cockroaches...
The other situation is very similar. It happens also in my same room, in my same house. I can't determine if it was before or after the cockroach "dream...?
I wake up late at night in the middle of absolute silence. When I open my eyes I have in front of me the image of a gigantic full moon. The moonlight is enough to clearly illuminate every corner of the room. I am fascinated watching the different contours that are drawn inside the moon.
Suddenly the silence begins to break. On the ceiling, different noises start to be heard, as if someone was moving construction materials, as if they were moving boxes. I can clearly hear objects being thrown and falling on my head. The noise is very loud. I open the bedroom door in the hope that the other people in the house have been awakened by the noises. But to my surprise everything is dark. All the bedroom doors are closed. None of the people who live with me, neither my grandmother, nor my aunt, nor my uncle, have been awakened by those noises...I go back to my bed and stare at the ceiling until at some point the noises disappear. Once again sleep comes to my rescue and when I open my eyes the sunlight is already shining.
Getting up, I grab a ladder and climb up to the balcony of my house. The scene brings me back to the fear of the night before. The veranda of the house is totally clean, clear, there is not a single object that could have been the cause of the noises I heard.
Of all the things related to my dreams, those are the only ones I remember with total clarity. As I pointed out at the beginning I have never been sure if they were dreams or not. I am very curious that they both occur in my same room and at the same time in my life, when I lived with my grandmother. Also in both there is the presence of a very bright moon.
In my culture there are certain superstitions related to the moon. They state that it has to do with changes in moods and also with the presence of nightmares in dreams. Maybe the only true thing in my dreams was the presence of the moon and its magnetism was responsible for those vivid dreams of my childhood...
I am publishing this post motivated by the initiative proposed by my friend @ericvancewalton, Memoir Monday, in the week thirty-six. For more information click on the link.
Thanks for your time.
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