Sleeping

By David Rios

Today, tired, exhausted, I went to sleep and tried to dream. I used to have vivid dreams, but I forgot those as soon as I open my eyes the next day.

So sad, because I wrote down the ones that I was able to remember; Why? Because those are my omens. Some are good, some are bad. 

 Those omens are coming into the truth. I can see them appearing in my daily life as flash memories of my past, a past that will happen in the future. Maybe it is schizophrenia.

But how could it be possible?.

For instance, once I was trying to cook something, for me, the food that I love. I usually eat anything, I not so picky about food, but there are moments in which I have to cook for myself if I want to eat healthily.

I love grilling but with no sauces or any spices. Just grill any meat and eat it with lemon juice spread all over the hot meat. To cook like that while drinking any top spirit, just like I am writing with some beverage.

What I realized is that, to learn to cook like that will be helpful for me due to two reasons.

First, It will be necessary to cook like that because of the imminent future coming in few months. I knew that something was about to happen, something that will need me to have muscles, have wild survival skills, learn new languages, and cook.

Second, drinking top spirits opens or awaken my memories because my dreams are stored in my deep memory, to remember those dreams of my future relaxing my neurons with beverages.

What to do now, to accept my future, could I change that?, yes, if I tell someone how to avoid that, but nobody believes in what my dreams are foretelling.

It is not good to have that gift, and that nobody believes you, I know what to do to save your soul, but, no, you prefer to stay in your bubble of comfort.

So, I decided not to say anything to anybody anymore. 

I will save myself. But I am scared of what will happen, trying to remember each dream because there is my success.

So, I am there, grilling for my dog and me, a rabbit, and a rat, while I am drinking a spirit that I saved, trying to know what will come next, to prepare my salvation strategy. Trying to remember my last dream or to sleep and remember what it will tell me.

It is no easy, but I know that I will survive, I do not know how, but I will see many friends of mine dying because they did not follow me; they did not believe me.

It is a truth, and I am living that moment in which I am writing these words. It is part of a message to those who believe in dreams and their omens.

Write down your dreams, and you will know your future. And will succeed while you are cooking and drinking for you and your companion.

Who will hunt today? Release the beast. Who is the beast. My dog, of course, is good at hunting rats because there are no more rabbits in the surroundings. Somebody has eaten all the rats, I do not know who has done that, but I do not know who is behind all this havoc that is trying to decimate all humankind.

But, worst than nothing, it is much better to eat rats than being ravenous; the main problem is that rats are skinny, and it makes sense; there is no greenery, no bees, no birds, no rain, hot at day and chilly at nights.

Who will survive here, only someone who is trying to remember dreams, remember old dreams that are the foretelling of your salvation, of your survival.

I am trying not to go out of cities because they keep me alive till now. It provides me with rats and liquours, I would like to avoid drinking, but it gives me memory flashes to retrieves my omens, it est, my dreams.

Does God were gave born on planet earth? The answer is no, so he is an alien. But if there is a God who has created all the universe, and parallel universes, and other different versions of this reality, why should I have to drink spirits to remember my dreams? There is no other way to do that.

Against all odds, I still alive, the only one here, in my country, or my town. I must find somebody else to understand what is happening. Meanwhile, I need to eat, I am starving, and no food close. I am ripped, skinny, like the rats that we are eating. Sometimes I think to eat my dog, but he is a good guardian. His senses tell us of some dangers in the streets, surrounding, and even in the air.

My next step is to move away from this city. I have a hunch. It will be the first time that I will move without knowing what will happen because my memory is empty, no dream retrieved. 

But if I were trusting in dreams that I even did not remember in a clear way, I must trust in a hunch. It is not crazy, after all.

I made my move. I am in a new town, some food here, but best of all, I found a car with fuel; I will go to the coast, or the jungle. Jungle means more food but is perilous. The shore means that I will have more chances to find another human being alive. 

Anyway, I will perish at some point in this adventure.

I decided to go to the shore, it is closer, and the road should be in better condition.

I am on the shore, a big town full of rats and canned food, no corpses. In some way, those have vanished. But I do not care about it, and I want to find some hint about what happened and what I could do.

But there are some voices coming into my head. It was like when a song came into my head just when I was about to turn on the radio that was playing the same song; my head is like a radio receiving and interpreting the signal in the air. So I need to relax my neurons and try to understand the message.

The message was clear when I awoke the next day. It is a disaster created by human beings destroying its environment. Aliens are trying to disappear us. But a God that is giving another chance to survive. This God will come and give us our salvation.

But where is that God.

Is inside you. It is your survival instinct. Only you will save yourself.

Trust on you.