In this dream I’m in my apartment playing the guitar, alone, with anybody. Just me, my guitar, and my bed. And I’m playing “here comes the sun” of George Harrison, when suddenly all my strings begins to disappear, and my voice is getting worst with every strophe I sing. It´s very strange, because the light begins to getting dark and my room bigger.
In the dream I try to escape, but is impossible, the door is getting far away when I run to it, and my speed is very slow. It´s like running in the moon, without the force of gravity.
I’m always awake in the instant when my hand touches the door, and I never know what happens next.
Many persons describe my dream like a metaphor of me escaping of the dead, because I was close of dying three years ago in a hospital because a strong fever I had in that moment for a internal infection. But I think in another significance, very different of the other. I believe this dream it´s the metaphor of my actual situation, the fact of trying to play the guitar like George Harrison. I will never going to play like him, and my tries of doing that it´s only a stupid thing.
