The Mysterious Bubbles

This time it was between a dream and a nightmare!

The colours went through green, blue, turquoise, pink, purple and red. A beautiful color set. It was based on a scenario where these colours made a brush-like background. It was the interior of a building where good and evil were not easily distinguished. It was advisable to be cautious with bubbles of different colours, especially the red ones, which held faces with closed eyes, in which another bubble of the same color emanated from the mouth. Maybe they would swallow us if we got close enough. These bubbles hung from the walls.

Immense corridors with a light in the background but where you couldn't reach no matter how much you walked.

But we didn't walk, we floated as if we were swimming against a strong current. The people were vaguely included (I couldn't see them clearly) Father and Mother, sister, children and co-workers. A crowd with which I didn’t feel confident because the environment was austere, with dangers at every moment. At the top of this building was a crop of edible plants that were in danger of becoming toxic. I was anxious to try to save the culture. To get there, we would pass through an area where there were a lot of mixed people who sometimes seemed to be in a gym, sometimes at a dubious party. The colours were always the same, sometimes beautiful and sometimes frightening because each one had a meaning that I still didn't know how to decipher. I just knew that the red bubbles were dangerous. Run away to where? Not to be swallowed by any of the bubbles either red or not. Most floated and we ran into them. Only the red ones hung from the walls with their mouths open with another bubble coming out. I tried to warn that there were many dangers although I didn’t know how to specify. I was in distress for not knowing what to expect from that charming and dangerous environment.

We had to get to the ship. I don't know if to save us. But we did not get on board. There was a room / division that has appeared in many other dreams. With a bunk bed. In this case all in shades of cream. I just went there, I didn't stay. Then I saw my sister and mother on the run, and I couldn't tell them that they needed to save themselves. In another part of the building, there was an office where I should go, I don't know who the appointment was for. Here I saw my Mother for the second time but very smoky and distant.

I returned to the endless corridors of bubbles and colourful strokes. I met with a friend and we both tried to find a way out of there. For that, we had to go through the vegetable garden. And the ship was rocking off this building, perhaps waiting for us. The sea was very dark. There were spotlights that were supposed to guide us. But I ended up always returning to the long coloured corridors.

And I woke up in fear, tired and with the image of red bubbles prevailing in my memory.