***Με το καλωσόρισμα του Ιουνίου ήρθαν να με καλωσορίσουν και οι εφιάλτες μου. Δεν ήταν τόσο το όνειρο, όσο τα έντονα συναισθήματα που μου προκάλεσε και ξύπνησα τρομοκρατημένη.
Το συγκεκριμένο κείμενο το έγραψα με το που ξύπνησα και για κάποιο λόγο, μου "βγήκε" να το γράψω στα αγγλικά. ***
I was standing at the airport. To say goodbye to my best friend. He was leaving for Canada. As I left the airport, I was with my parents who insisted to go for a walk/ coffee.
I was really sad but I followed them.
Then, a strange thing happened as it always happens in dreams: I was in the car and I wanted to go to the bank to draw money from my account but at the same time the ATM was in a bakery shop where I wanted to buy ice-cream.
My father was waiting me at the car and I entered the shop. As I was making my order, I saw the door opening and my best friend entered the shop. I was really happy and I asked him why he came back. He said that his flight was in the afternoon and he had plenty of time so he came to find me. The I turned to the clerk of the shop to make my order-at last- when I heard from the inside room of the bakery, I deep and repulsive voice screaming: “I am afraid of the Resurrection of the Dead” and then I heard another voice praying at the same room. And I thought to myself that this was a demon at the next room and another person (maybe a priest) was trying to exorcise him.
I turned to my best friend and he understood the same thing I did. He took my hand and he made me go out of the shop and in the car, because he knew I was afraid and it was dangerous.
Then we drove home, still shocked from what we’ve witnessed when my best friend got a call that he had to go somewhere to save the world. (Let me tell you that the dream is so strange that I can’t believe what my little brain created! )
I told him that I needed him because I was taking care of my little sister (who was about 3 years old) and there was a big black car following me, wanting to kidnap my sister. He told me that he would be back soon and that he didn’t have another choice.
So, I walked home with my little sister (who was suddenly on my arms) and I saw the black car following us. Then a woman got out of the car and tried to take my sister away from me. Then I started yelling for help and from all the people passing by, no one came for help. Suddenly the woman started punching me and she took my sister away from me. I started running to get my sister back but I was in so much pain that I fell down and then I woke up.