Do dreams come true? Maybe in part

Last night I had a dream about my job.

It was in English, that’s why I feel like writing in English.

I was aware it was a dream, I wasn’t confused about it.

I knew it wasn’t real, and I knew I was able to wake up if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I decided to enjoy it for a while, a bit more.

I felt nice, confortable. A bit nervous for doing it well? Worried for having to begin again? Well, more than anything else I felt just happy. There was a big feeling of happiness inside of me. That was my real feeling, above all of the rest: happiness

I was again just the way I am, I was looked again by those eyes as I used to be looked. I was in my place, the place where I belong.

The day came, and the truth with it. A truth that didn’t surprise me, because I was waiting for it. Things are not as they are in dreams. Things never are the same as they used to be in the past. Always are different, maybe better, maybe worse, maybe just different. But, even though I will always look ahead, facing what life bring us… :-) It has been so nice to lose my mind, to fly, to be able to feel what I did just for that little while!!!

¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.

¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño;
que toda la vida es sueño,

y los sueños, sueños son.