Notes, ToughtsMy death Dream

My death Dream

I’m some kind of car. Actually, the car of death. Driving ahead through a dark tunnel like an Alex de Large from hell. My front lights are low. I see the dark pavement of the road right in front of me but not much more. Only darkness as future. I pull the lights control to get the lights up, a full frontal into the tunnel. At that point everything changes. I see the end of the tunnel. A clear white room waiting for me. A big white bed on the center. When I get there I’m no longer a car. I’m just eyes. The room is crystal. Spotless. White. There’s some almost invisible design furniture around. A human lump on the bed. It’s obviously my own mental resonance of that room 2001 and beyond… I slowly float around the bed. An old man wakes up and uncovers himself looking straight into my eyes. He panics and his eyes fill with sadness and fear. As if I was the face of death. I can almost imagine myself as a dark ghost with a knife. He tries to stop me holding his hands in the air. I get closer. He dies of fear. His body drops on the bed and his flesh begins to melt. He disappears leaving behind a puddle of blood. White. Red. Death. I wake up scared. Back to work. Sept 13 – 2008

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[El “Punto de Ataque” es un concepto originado en la teoría dramática y se usa para definir el primer momento de desequilibrio en el arco narrativo del personaje principal de una historia].

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