Go backDream!
By Sacha
Published in Shoebox #4I don’t usually like to write about my dreams, given that right now we are dealing without (‘with,’
the situation is not that problematic. I like to think that things are bad even when I feel good) being in an
annoying situation, but I’ll sketch it out briefly. So there was this old lady, very old, she was walking and I
was there, maybe following her. She stopped and started talking to me about her spiritual icon wich was
Hitler, how powerful and inspiring what he did was and how he made her feel strong. This lady seemed to
have two distinct characters - her walking peacefully and unbothered, but struggling a bit to carry her old
body, and this other mad character who was praising Hitler and his accomplishment. In the dream I had
the ability to judge her madness and I was debating about the nature of her mental illness. She was small
and had a bent back, her eyes were blue covered with a veil of white and her nose had this very specific
shape:
Perhaps I can’t avoid reporting about what I just saw on instagram - a man burned alive while sleeping in
a tent in Palestine, people around me (‘him’) trying to rescue but lacking means so they failed.
Netanayu is Hitler perhaps that is what I dreamed about
confusing words and structure I have a hard time reporting stories
Great rage and disgust, not understanding REALISING again injustice is big massive