What was that?

   I don’t know if I hadn’t rested well enough or maybe it was the fact that I was using earplugs to block all sounds coming from my annoying roommates.  I had fallen asleep, like always, almost at three in the morning and wasn’t expecting to have nothing notable to tell when I woke up. But then, nightmares and dreams happen and apparently my brain is very active these days.

I know I had a very active dream first. I don’t really remember what it was about but I do remember when I woke up, covered in sweat, in the middle of the night. Something had scared me or made me run because I was panting and sweating and trying to breath. But, after all, I was still sleepy so I fell asleep again and that next dream I remember very well.

 It happened in an airport, just after I had arrived from somewhere to Brasilia. I have no idea if it was actually Brasilia. I have never been there myself but in the dream it was pretty clear that was the city I was in. I walked around the airport and remembered walking with one bag and looking at the incredible ceiling of the terminal and thinking that not so many people used the airport. My subconscious didn’t really add that much people to the dream, only some background “extras”. I walked a lot on that airport, watching the stores and just enjoying myself.

 Then, after many corridors, I arrived at what appeared to be a hotel reception. There, there was a woman who checked me in and joined me to my room, which had all curtains and blinds closed. Somehow, I didn’t think it was strange or weird in any way. When she left, I immediately lay down and rested for a while. Then, I noticed that it was actually very early in the day still and that I had to take advantage of whatever time I had in the city so I had thought of getting a taxi to take me downtown.

 But this I only thought of. Apparently, I couldn’t’ move from the bed anymore but I really wanted to. I didn’t want to waste any time of my trip, which was short I guess, but nothing could make my legs move. I could see the sunlight filtering through the curtains and somehow that made me even sleepier than I already was.

 I fell asleep in a dream and woke up a bit later, the orange light of the afternoon entering the room.  Again, I got worried I was wasting my time in Brasilia so this time I was able to stand up and go to the bathroom. There, I washed my face and started thinking that maybe I had no money to pay the hotel fee. I worried as I checked my bag and went around the room. But then I remembered I did have money so it wasn’t a problem. Curiously, I thought of a trip I was going to make in real life, as if the two events had some relation with the other.

 I went back to sitting in bed and thought of buying a low-cost ticket to Rio and check the city there, doing a favela tour and taking lots of pictures. But I never got out of the hotel room; I didn’t seem capable to do so. I woke up slowly, still thinking about the money. I was sweating a bit and my covers were all around the place. The cold wind of the night was freezing my feet and I had to fix it all to lie there more comfortably. It was late and I had cancelled my alarm clock, which I put on everyday to wake up early to write. I didn’t write a word that day.

  That day, a Saturday, I decided to relax completely. I didn’t do my daily workout either and showered after 1 PM. The rest of the day was relaxing, except for the fact that an apparently important football game was going to take place and there was people everywhere, including my apartment, waiting for it to happen.

 Decided to avoid that, I left to have lunch and then wander around. I ended up exercising after all when I had to walk eight kilometers to my house just because I wanted to take a stroll by the ocean, which was covered by greyish clouds and seemed not to be in the right mood for anyone to come close. I had thought the weather would be better but it wasn’t. When I got home, my feet hurt and I was tired. That Saturday I fell asleep pretty late too, even though I was tired. Something always distracts me.

 I ended up having another dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare. It had different stages or levels or whatever you want to call them but they were all related: it was about me and my father and how we couldn’t really communicate with each other. We argued about thing I don’t remember in different locations that had absolutely nothing to do with is. I think one of them was the former house of my grandfather and another one looked like a market but one that I had never seen before.

 The dream was exhausting. Even being in it, I could notice my body wasn’t working correctly. I was breathing heavily and I couldn’t help thinking it was because I seemed to run after my father a lot in the dream. We moved around the scene like it was a theatre stage and it made me dizzy but I went on doing it exactly the same way because, somehow, it made sense that I did it that way.

 He was being very harsh with me. He insulted me in front of other family members and we fought and I wanted him to understand something but I don’t really remember what that was. And he called me a failure I think and then I realized I couldn’t speak. I tried very hard but couldn’t. My face felt drowned and I woke up then.

 But when I did, I strangely still dreaming because I kept talking or, at least, trying to talk. I opened and closed my mouth and reached for something or someone that wasn’t there and all of this happened in my bed. I had my eyes opened and I remember it vividly. I fell asleep right back and then my voice did work and I could speak and tell him what I felt but he didn’t seem to care about what I had to say. He was so mean and harsh that, when I woke up for good, I realized he wasn’t really my father.

 I had to recover myself from that dream, trying to slow down my breathing and walking outside to turn off that damn light the idiots I live with always leave on. When I went back to bed I felt my back being very wet and I wondered if wearing pajama pants had anything to do with that. After all, I normally slept in my underwear and without a t-shirt even and now I was wearing it all. Did that made me dream so much?

 It was 7AM, according to my cellphone. I still had some hours to rest so I decided to try and use them to calm myself down and breathe easily. I tried to think of places filled with nature and calm and I remembered two beautiful parks I had been in Amsterdam. Both day I had been freezing but I always liked to go to places were normal people went instead of the ones filled with tourists only.

 That apparently helped because I fell asleep for three hours but when I woke up, I gave myself some more minutes to relax, to keep my eyes closed and to breath in order to calm myself down.

 Two nights in a row my brain had given me reasons to run around and worry and try to solve problems that weren’t there. Or were they? What did those dreams meant, if they meant anything at all? I’ve never really bought into all of that psychological shit that says that if you dream about flying it means something. I don’t think the brain is that smart But I do think you dream from your memory and it curious why your subconscious uses certain memories to play around.

 Waking up in the middle of the night, or morning, sweaty and tired, is something that hadn’t happened to me in a while. Normally I don’t remember what I dream but this time it was like both times I had actually just been in those places. And maybe they were nightmares but I have no idea of telling because there wasn’t something obviously scary about them.

 I just decided to write it all down because I don’t want to forget anything about it. Maybe those dreams will come in handy one day. Or maybe writing them down will make them go away or at least change. Who knows?

Recorrido natural

   La idea de salir a caminar la había tenido por dos razones. La primera era que sus pensamientos lo acosaban. No tenía ni un segundo de descanso, no había ni un momento en que dejase de pensar en todo los problemas que se le presentaban, en lo que le preocupaba en ese momento o en la vida, en el amor, el dinero, sus sueños, esperanzas y todo lo demás. Era como una soga que se iba cerrando alrededor de su pobre cuello y no había manera de quitársela de encima.

 La otra razón, mucho más física y fácil de entender, era que al edificio donde vivía le estaban haciendo algunas reformas y el ruido de los taladros y martillos y demás maquinaria lo estaba sacando de quicio. Sentía que se había mudado, de repente, a una construcción. Y con todo lo que ya tenía en la cabeza, sumarle semejante escándalo no ayudaba en nada.

 Entonces tomó su celular (la idea no era quedar incomunicado), las llaves, se puso una chaqueta ligera y salió. Al comienzo se le ocurrió dar vueltas por ahí, por las calles que se fuera encontrando. Ya después podría volver a casa con el mapa integrado del celular. Pero ese plan dejó de tener sentido con la cantidad de gente que se encontró en todas partes. Parecía como si el calor de esos días hubiese sacado a la gente de una hibernación prolongada y ahora se disponían a rellenar cada centímetro del mundo con su ruido y volumen.

 Se decidió entonces por ir un poco más lejos, a una montaña que era toda un parque. No estaba lejos y seguramente no estaría llena de gente. No era una montaña para escalar ni nada, estaba llena de calles y senderos pero también de jardines y árboles y de pronto eso era lo que necesitaba, algo de naturaleza y, más que todo, de silencio.

 Cuando entró al primer jardín, como si se tratase de una bienvenida, se cruce con un lindo gato gris. Tenía las orejas muy peludas y se le quedó mirando como si mutuamente se hubiesen asustado al cruzarse en la entrada del lugar. Él se le quedó viendo un rato hasta que se despidió, como si fuese una persona, y siguió su camino. Ese encuentro casual le llenó el cuerpo de un calor especial y logró sacar de su cabeza, por un momento, todo eso que no hacía sino acosarlo.

 Ya adentro del jardín, había algunas personas pero afortunadamente no las suficientes para crear ruido. Se sentó en una banca y miró alrededor: un perro jugando, una mujer mayor alimentando un par de palomas y algunos pájaros cantando. Era la paz hecha sitio, convertida en un rincón del mundo que afortunadamente tenía cerca. Aprovechó para cerrar los ojos y respirar lentamente pero el momento no duró ni un segundo.

 Escuchó risas y voces y se dio cuenta que eran algunos chicos de su edad, no jóvenes ni tampoco viejos. Todos pasaron hablando animadamente y sonriendo. Estaban contentos y entonces uno de esos sentimientos se le implantó de nuevo en el cerebro. Sentía culpa. De no ser tan alegre como ellos, de no sentir esa alegría por ninguna razón. No tenía sus razones para ser feliz porque no sabía cómo serlo.

 Se levantó de golpe y decidió cambiar de lugar. Sacudió la cabeza varias veces y agradeció no tener nadie cerca para que no lo miraran raro. Caminó, subiendo algunas escaleras y luego siguiendo un largo sendero cubiertos de hojas secas hasta llegar a una parte del parque que era menos agreste, con un pequeño lago en forma de número ocho. Alrededor había bancas, entonces se sentó y de nuevo trató de contemplar su alrededor.

 Había dos hombres agachados, rezando. Patos nadando en silencio en el estanque y el sonido de insectos que parecía crecer de a ratos. Tal vez eran cigarras o tal vez era otra cosa. El caso es que ese sonido como constante y adormecedor le ayudó para volver a cerrar lo ojos e intentar ubicarse en ese lugar de paz que tanto necesitaba. Respiró hondo y cerró los ojos.

 Esta vez, el momento duró mucho más. Casi se queda dormido de lo relajado que estuvo. Sin embargo, al banco de al lado llegó una pareja que empezó a hacer ruido diciéndose palabras dulzonas y luego besándose con un sonido de succión bastante molesto. Trató de ignorarlo pero entonces la idea del amor se le metió en la cabeza y jodió todo.

 Recordó entonces que no tenía nadie a quien querer ni nadie que lo quisiera. De hecho, no había tenido nunca alguien que de verdad sintiese algo tan fuerte por él. Obviamente, habían habido personas pero ninguna reflejaba ese amor típico que todo el mundo parece experimentar. De hecho él estaba seguro que el amor no existía o al menos no de la manera que la mayoría de la gente lo describía.

 El amor, o más bien el concepto del amor, era como un gas tóxico para él. Se metía por todos lados y lo hacía pensar en que nadie jamás le había dicho que lo amaba, nadie nunca lo había besado con pasión verdadera ni nunca había sentido eso mismo por nadie. Hizo un exagerado sonido de exasperación, que interrumpió la sesión de la pareja de al lado. Se puso de pie de golpe y salió caminando rápidamente.

 Trató de pisar todas las hojas secas que se le cruzaran para interrumpir el sonido de sus pensamientos. Estuvo a punto de gritar pero se contuvo de hacerlo porque no quería asustar a nadie, no quería terminar de convertirse en un monstruo patético que se lamenta por todo. Trató de respirar.

 Encontró un camino que ascendía a la parte más alta de la montaña y lo tomó sin dudarlo. Su estado físico no era óptimo pero eso no importaba. Creía que el dolor físico podría tapar de alguna manera el dolor interior que sentía por todo lo que pensaba todos los días. Su complejo de inferioridad y su insistencia en que él era al único que ciertas cosas jamás le pasaban. Tomó el sendero difícil para poder sacar eso de su mente y no tener que sentarse a llorar.

 El camino era bastante inclinado en ciertos puntos, en otros hacía zigzag y otros se interrumpía y volvía a aparecer unos metros por delante. Había letreros que indicaban peligro de caída de rocas o de tierra resbaladiza. Pero él no los vio, solo quería seguir caminando, sudar y hacer que sus músculos y hasta sus huesos sintieran dolor.

 El recorrido terminó de golpe. Llegaba a una pequeña meseta en la parte más alta, que estaba encerrada por una cerca metálica. Todo el lugar era un increíble mirador para poder apreciar la ciudad desde la altura. Pero él no se acercó a mirar. Solo se dejó caer en medio del lugar y se limpió el sudor con la manga. Esta vez estaba de verdad solo y su plan había funcionado: estaba cansado, entonces no pensó nada en ese mismo momento.

 Sintió el viento fresco del lugar y se quedó ahí, mirando las nubes pasar y respirando hondo, como queriendo sentir más de la cuenta. Sin posibilidad de detenerse, empezó a llorar en silencio. Las lágrimas rodaban por su cara, mezclándose con el sudor y cayendo pesadas en la tierra seca de la montaña. No hice nada para parar. Más bien al contrario, parecía dispuesto a llorar todo lo necesario. Se dio cuenta que no tenía caso seguir luchando así que dejó que todo saliera.

 No supo cuánto tiempo estuvo allí pero sí que nunca se asomó por el mirador ni tomó ninguna foto ni nada por el estilo. Solo sintió que su alma se partía en dos por el dolor que llevaba adentro. Agradeció que nadie llegara, que no hubiese un alma en el lugar, pues no hubiese podido ni querido explicar qué era lo que pasaba. Tampoco hubiese querido que nadie le ofreciera ayuda ni apoyo ni nada. Era muy tarde para eso. Además, era hora de que él asumiera sus demonios.

 El camino a casa pareció breve aunque no lo fue. Ya era tarde y los hombres que estaban trabajando en la remodelación se habían ido. Al entrar en su casa, en su habitación, se quitó la ropa y se echó en la cama boca arriba y pensó que debía encontrar alguna manera para dejar de sentir todo lo que sentía o al menos para convertirlo en algo útil. Había ido bueno liberarlo todo pero aún estaba todo allí y no podía perder ante si mismo.

 Ese día se durmió temprano y se despertó en la madrugada, a esas horas en las que parece que todo el mundo duerme. Y así, medio dormido, se dio cuenta que la solución para todos sus problemas estaba y siempre había estado en él mismo. Solo era cuestión de saber cual era.

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  Julie’s walk was very confident and full of energy. Every step she took towards the pool area in the cruise, made her noticeable to every single person on the boat. She was wearing a blue bikini with a large hat and sandals with quite a heel and she was pulling it off in the best way possible. All men had their eyes on her and all women wanted to be as confident as she was.

 Following Julie, however, was her brother Kevin. It was an absolute contrast because Kevin wasn’t dressed at all for a swimming pool; he just looked like one of those people that go to awesome place but don’t do that much. Well, that precisely was Kevin because he didn’t even wanted to come at first but he had being pressured by his parents to accompany his sister. The trip was her gift for finishing high school with great marks and she had been joined by some friends in the cruise. So the suffering was double for Kevin.

 Which was silly because he was older than him. He should have gotten over the whole high school thing but he actually hadn’t.. His experiences there had been so traumatic that he didn’t even liked to be around Julia when her friends were with her. He quietly went away, most likely to his room or he just wandered around the ship, which was large enough.

 For the swimming pool, he was wearing these big, long, baggy trunks that looked two sizes larger than him, not flip flops but actual shoes and big white t-shirt. Besides, his face was covered in white, like a ghost. When they got to some free chairs by the pool, Julia removed her sunglasses and look at her brother, a bit disappointed. He was covering himself with his towel and looking at everyone a bit scared.

 She told him to come near and helped him with the mask of sunscreen he had put on his face,. She made him look a little bit more normal. Julia told him she should enjoy the pool and the sun for once and that nothing was never as bad as he imagined it. “Everything is in your head”, she often told him.

 Kevin always ignored that phrase because he thought it was a very silly thing to say. His fears, for him, were extremely real and they weren’t only in his head. He could hear and see people mocking him all around, always, and he wasn’t as strong as Julia to take it all and just don’t mind or to be able to fight it back. Kevin had always been very shy and had even been bullied in school, so it was normal that even as an adult he was still afraid. But the thing was he had never attempted to defeat his demons and that’s what worried Julia.

 She took a last look at him and then removed sandals, glasses and a nice watch a friend had given her as a present for her most recent birthday. Then she walked to the other side of the pool, were several people her age greeted her. There were boys and girls and Kevin could recognize most of them from the first two days of the cruise. She had gone out almost every night to the disco they had there and he had been falling asleep really early as there were no TV sets in any of the rooms, for some reason.

 Maybe the people that had built the cruise ship thought that it was enough to put all these fun things to do for people to be happy and not need a TV but Kevin certainly disagreed with that. He really felt miserable and wished the week was over faster.

 Some girl passed in front of him and looked at him for a second. Her look was the one of someone who sees something gross by the road or something like that. Very affected by it, he decided to stand up, check for the room keys in his pocket and go back there. Julia wouldn’t mind and he certainly didn’t want to stay there. So he just left.

 When he arrived in his room, he was sweating heavily because of the clothes he was wearing and decided to shower in order to refresh a bit. He left the clothes all over the floor and just entered the bathroom and tried not to think about anything as he felt the cold water running over his body. He didn’t use soap or anything like that, he just enjoyed the cool shower that seemed like sitting on the rain. It was one of the few things he liked about the cruise.

 When he got closed the water, he remembered he had left the towel on the bed and the cleaning lady hadn’t come in yet. So he shook off some of the water and stepped out naked. For a moment, he didn’t realize it but he was looking at his own body naked. Then he remembered the bathroom door had a full body mirror behind it and he was surprised by it.

 Kevin had always hated mirrors. He had never liked mirrors because they made him look at him and he had passed years trying not to do that. He had been called so many names because of his ears, his body, the way he was smarter than other in school… And besides all of that, he had always thought he was fat and ugly and just didn’t wanted to be made to look at himself.

 But when he stepped out of the shower, he just froze there and saw his own body, after a long time.  Somehow, it was different that he remembered it. He got nearer and, unconsciously, started examining his skin, his face, his chest, his arms, his penis, his legs and feet. Everything.

 He took a long time watching his own body and he was fascinated because he realized he had never done that. Then, feeling like awakening from a strange dream, he opened the door and grabbed the trunks he had been wearing. He put them over his body in front of the mirror and realized how ridiculous it was to wear something so big on him. He was skinny but he certainly wasn’t an XL man.

 Kevin dropped the trunks on the ground and just kept looking at himself. He finally shed a single tear and said, in very hushed voice, “If only someone…” But didn’t finish the phrase because he had no idea how to finish it. He thought about how he wanted to be like his sister, who was strong and didn’t care what people said about her. She was strong and he felt so weak. But he also realized he wanted to do something about it. The mirror had helped him see that.

 So he grabbed some of the money his parents had given him, got dressed with the clothes he had before and went to one of the many stores on board. He didn’t like to try on clothes or to be around people that loved fashion but it was necessary for him to do it. So he approached a saleswoman and asked where he could find some trunks. She directed her to the right spot and even joined him. He was embarrassed to have her next to him but just took a deep breath and pretended she wasn’t there. He looked for a color he liked and then a size he thought would work and just bought it, without trying it on.

 He went back to his room almost running, got naked in the bathroom and put on the new trunks. The difference was huge. On the mirror, he could even see his butt and a pair of legs that weren’t so bad. He just needed a bit more sun because he looked pale and sick. But the trunks worked great and he smiled at his own image when he saw himself on the mirror.

 Some minutes later, he was sweating heavily again. But it wasn’t because of the sun but because of how nervous he was. He had decided to get out of his room in only his flip-flops and his new trunks. He had his towel on one hand and the room keys in the other and nothing else. He was shaking a bit but kept walking looking at his feet or very high in front of him. He did so slowly not to stumble against anyone.

 He found an empty deck chair not so close to the poll and decided to sit there. He had put on some sunscreen before leaving the room so he just laid there, a bit nervous and tensioned but certain that would help. He fell asleep for a while until his sister came and woke him up. She was angry at him because he had left her things unattended but a friend had noticed so nothing had happened. She asked his brother what was he doing.

-  ¿What does it look like?

 And she just smiled. She kissed him on the cheek and told him to be careful with the sun. She was going to leave for the games area but she would look for him later. He told her he needed to get more tanned, so he would be there for a while. Amused, she left with her friends.

 Kevin saw her walk away and realized he had taken a huge step out of his shell. Right then though, he saw two guys with ridiculously chiseled bodies but instead of feeling less, he laughed. And he just closed his eyes again and turn around, to do the back.