I live 3 lives:
One is the real one, the other one is in the books and the third one is in my dreams.
I have such vivid dream that my friends and schoolmates never ask me “how are you today?” they always ask me “what have you dreamed tonight?”. That’s the reason why, after having had some great dreams that could have win an Academy Award for the best original screenplay, I’ve started to keep a diary about them. After a couple of years and 102 among the best dreams I’ve had, I feel that writing them down is not enough.
So….I’ve decided to draw them.
Here is the one I’ve had last night.
<<I was in a huge, old library. Everything was made of dark wood and, of course, there were loads of books everywhere.
Who knows why, in such a huge library filled with every kind of possible book in the world, among million possible choices I picked up a small book, a short novel with few pages and no images. I set at a big big table and opened the book. It captured me with its very first lines:
“She was sleeping in her bed when a noise woke her up. This was very strange because she was the kind of girl who could sleep ’till the morning in the middle of a bombing. Anyway she woke up and noticed another peculiar thing, the window was open, the full moon was shining outside and an intense cold was coming inside, the wind was moving the curtains.
Suddenly something appeared in front of her. Standing on the window ledge there was a strange little animal, very similar to a bunny but all made of light.
The bunny easily and quickly jumped outside and the girl immediately felt the need to follow her new guide.
They run trough a dark forest.
It was really cold outside, she was barefoot and her pyjamas wasn’t warm enough for a night time run.
But she didn’t question once her choice, she felt like something huge was going on there and she was part of something bigger than what she had ever experienced.
The bunny suddenly stopped in front of a little lake, he took a huge jump and landed on the other side of the lake.
The girl stopped and stared at the bunny turning into a human shaped figure all made of light.
The figure slowly set by the lake and invited her to follow him again.
Then he jumped inside the cold cold water.
Without even thinking about it for even a second she jumped into the water as well .
The water was surprisingly warm, the algae were a comfortable bed and she felt better than ever.
She opened her eyes to discover she had become a red and golden fish.
The light surrounded her, it came from her, it was inside of her.
She was the light, she was her own guide now. And she was finally happy.”
I closed the book thinking it was really strange that among all those books that was there I had pick up the one who seemed it has been written for me.
Then I took a look around me and realised: that wasn’t MY story but it belonged to EVERYBODY.>>