Last night I dreamt that I was in Rishikesh with my lovely friends Rebeca and Valeska. We were walking on the crazy streets close to the Ganges river. We were happy! The city was full of life and we walked there enjoying each other and everything around us. We walked until the sun came down over the horizon…
Suddenly, many planes started to flight over the city. It was noisy and everyone became alert. From the airplanes small bombs began to drop. Thousands of them.
In the earth, there was no more than half a meter between two bombs… It was full of them, there was nowhere to run.
Silence captured all.
“Wow, this is crazy. I will die with my friends in a bombing in Rishikesh”. I thought.
Finally, the bombs began to explode.
And they were no bombs, THEY WERE FIREWORKS!
Dreams are very important for me.
I wrote my dreams for about two years “training” myself to remember and analyze them. All of this that I´m living now started because of a dream: I decided to leave university and find a good yoga teacher training after an amazing dream I had.
During the last year I haven´t dream so much and for me that was sad. At the same time, inside of me, I knew that dreams would return… Last night´s dream was perfect.
There are many things that look like bombs in my life right now. I feel threatened.
I have the feeling that this can be like the work you have to do in a mine. There´s no other choice:
I will detonate all the bombs to find that treasure hidden inside.
A treasure that´s from myself, to myself.