Sonhar E Gratis is a phrase in Portuguese I learnt in Brazil. I was walking in the streets of Sao Paulo, Brazil with my friends from Portugal. They came across a lamp post where there was a graffiti saying; Sonhar a Gratis.
So to test my understanding of the language they asked me what is it? I guess they like it that am always making effort to learn the language and surprise them time and again with my skills. I did translate successfully and they were all happy. I am sure that I have already said this story in my blog. But it is sometimes nice to repeat the stories especially when you cherish those memories.
I always come here and share some of my dreams as I have an ability or some special gift to remember my dreams. That to so much in details.
One such dream I had last night. I still remember very clearly. I was having dinner with my friend Jorge from Portugal and my friend Andre from Brazil and some acquaintances from England, in Amsterdam, Netherlands. In the beginning all talks were in english and I was very much part of it. Then very soon everybody started to speak in Dutch. You see everything is possible in dreams as you are a free spirit, multi linguist and global citizen. Also everything without a price tag.
But not so free for me as I was the only non-dutch speaking person. Soon, I was feeling bit out of the place. However there was a guy; tall and curly hair looking almost like my friend Andre at the next table with his mother. He started to make some conversation with me. They were from Spain and the lady has origins from Philippines. It was nice talking to them and in no time I was in their table and talking to the mother, while the son had vanished somewhere. I did not want to leave the lady alone at the table. However he was not away for long time. As I had to come back to my table and we exchanged our Facebook names.
Thereafter I see myself in another set. Here I am entering into my hotel with my Jorge and Andre. I spotted again the Philippino - spanish lady talking to the guard at our entrance. It was quite late in the night but still we both ended up talking. My friends went up into our rooms. It started to rain and the lady was worried for her son and she was asking me if I wrote the spelling of his Dutch name correctly. I even vaguely remember she corrected it my chit of Paper. It was something like Depavahn. Suddenly there was a big crowd running around and I realise that in my dream world we actually grow younger from old. It was opposite than what happens in reality. To my surprise I see Jorge as a child playing around while I am still grown up. But as I have seen the childhood pictures of Jorge, so I can tell the kid was not the way Jorge looked in his childhood. The kid had curly and blonde hair and big blue eyes. I call out for him and he would not respond as he is not happy that I am talking so much to the old lady.
Next thing I saw flash flood rushing into the city and everyone started to run for their lives. I see the lady limping and lingering to find a safe place. I noticed that one of her leg is made of iron. I see water everywhere and I realised that it would have been better to go to my hotel room at 7th floor. I am imagining the steps up and down in the street. I try to walk in the neck deep water. While I am helping her to reach a safe place, I am also worried about the little Jorge. Then I see the little Jorge swimming to the hotel and when he is climbing the steps he is not little anymore. He was shouting at me to make some courage and swim back to the hotel. In between all this am scared and nervous.
I woke up and it was the end of the dream.
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