Dream II – The Eye and the Mouth of the Sky

I was watching a desert scene, like something out of biblical times. It seemed like the era of Moses. The sky was thick with storm clouds, yet not a single drop of rain fell. People were arguing amid the drought, dressed in old robes between makeshift tents.

Later, I found myself in what looked like a storage unit turned into a vegetable shop. Though it was daytime, the darkness lingered from the clouded sky. There, I was talking to a young girl with glasses, braces, and short hair. We talked about the drought and the fear of being separated. She looked at me and said,
—“I don’t want them to take you away from me.”
—“No, they won’t,” I said, sure of it.

Then two angels came down from the sky. They took us and flew upward, past the clouds and into a crystal-clear layer of the atmosphere. Looking up, I saw wings made of rainbow light stretching across the sky. Above them, two enormous eyes watched us. It was God —or at least, a manifestation of Him.

We were being brought toward a colossal mouth suspended in the sky. The angels played with us, pretending to toss us into it, then pulling back, laughing. But each time they did it, the mouth grew darker, redder. Slowly, a face emerged —and then a whole body: a demon-like titan that had been hidden within the sky.

The scene changed abruptly.

Now I was inside a dark room, just large enough to contain the titan. I saw myself from outside, in third person, entering the creature’s mouth to destroy it from within. I made it explode without a single drop of blood on me. But I wasn’t myself anymore —I had long, straight light brown hair and was half-naked, like the default characters at the start of Ark.

I climbed black stairs lit by red lights and said to one of the angels:
—“Let’s go. I’m tired.”

Suddenly, I was back in high school. I was playing with some sort of crystal gem and a giant pink marshmallow, bouncing it around. It turned into a ball right before I could catch it. A teacher walked by and kicked it far away.

Frustrated, I walked back to the classroom. It was the end of the day. The sunset cast golden light through the lab windows. I sat at a table with Vaniel —that was his name, and he always had this air of superiority, like he knew something the rest of us didn’t. On the other side of the table was a friend we called "la China", and I asked her:
—“Why do you keep coming if you know they don’t like you?”

Vaniel’s friends from another class were playing on their phones nearby. I’d never liked them.

We headed down to the courtyard. I sat against the wall with “la China” and another friend. Suddenly, two guys approached like they wanted to start a fight. One tried to provoke me.
—“No way, man. I’ve got my glasses on…” I told him.

—“Nah, come on, I won’t touch your glasses,” he said with a mocking smile.

I approached, not wanting to fight. He was shorter than me. He raised his hands like he was going to snatch my glasses, but I reacted fast and grabbed his arms. Even though I managed to hold him still, I didn’t have the strength to push him or bring him down. He froze —like a statue. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me.

And then, I woke up.