Dream walls painted with words (EN)

 

The dream

When I woke up at night, I suddenly saw nothing in the black darkness. I rubbed my eyes to see if I could see objects sleeping quietly in the twilight, but only the gray outlines danced in front of my tired eyes.

I sat up in bed and hung my feet, which, touching the cool floor, triggered a strange feeling from my feet to my brain; it was then that he flashed that there was a dream that could have actually woken me up.

I think then at dawn I tried the hardest task, which is to recall the dream, the feeling.

I felt flavors in my mouth for the first time. I was sure I knew that taste. It was sweet and creamy.

Oh, that wonderful chocolate. Sure, the unmistakable, I recognized that!

By the time I got there, my eyes were closed again. Maybe I fell asleep sitting like that again.

When even the last taste experience disappeared from the tip of my tongue, my eyes opened again. The dream puzzle started to come together nicely.

Another minute with eyes closed.

But where am I? I grope with my spiritual eyes at the imaginary place where my dream took place, but I only touched the soft and wet grass. I looked down, but saw nothing in the dark. I raised my head in my dream and that’s when I realized what I was seeing. I sat under the cloudless night sky wallpapered with stars, the sweet taste of the chocolate in my mouth and the silence around me. How good it is to be here! I felt like I could see into space.

But then I opened my eyes in realizing I am in my bed again. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting on the edge of my bed, the clock’s digital display flickered faintly in the distance, but I couldn’t see it.

The picture was almost complete, but I felt something was still missing.

My eyes closed again.

Again, I was under the quiet, dark and wonderful sky and watching. I enjoyed the situation because I was safe from everything and everyone here.

It was barely a few minutes before I was able to identify the last piece of the puzzle. It was a feeling and not tangible. A feeling you feel in your heart as well. It was nothing but love. But who was I in love with that night? Into the spectacle? Maybe in the empty rattling chocolate paper? Or maybe a person? But I'm alone.

That's it, I told myself. That I'm alone. I stepped out of the dream world, hid in my slippers and decided to get up instead.

After all, I can see chocolate and space here as well. And the rest would be just the extra. If there would be extra.

The writing was inspired by Péter Závada's poem Nugát. (sorry for the hungarian reference, I did not have the heart to translate this beauty with google translate).

NUGÁT

           „A Sztratoszférába feljutó vulkáni eredetű savak szintén

           elősegíthetik a gyöngyházfényű felhők kialakulását…”

a nyári űr ma díszdoboznyi bonbon

rumos, diós, kering a sok planéta

hegyekben áll a tejnugát a Holdon

zsebembe szárad édes olvadéka

de holmi krémre, mondd babám, ki gondol

e gejl, cukorkagyári hordalékra

te vagy, kiért ma fájva fáj a gyomrom

savaktól ég, akár az égi szféra

legyél csokimba málna-grannulátum

leszek csigádba jó fahéj, igérem

s ha jő papírod oldalán a dátum

mi majd bután kacagva, kéz a kézben

akár egy-egy falatka, föl-le járunk

a zord idő metál-protézisében.

The poem can be read in the volume of Péter Závada, published in 2012, with the title Ahol megszakad.

Thank him for this wonderful poem!

Goodbye, I'm waiting you back!

C.K.T.