Mis sueños recurrentes | My recurring dreams
Siempre que escribo por primera vez en una comunidad me siento nerviosa porque temo no hacerlo bien, es fácil equivocarse cuando exploras un terreno desconocido. De hecho, he estado tentada varias veces a intentarlo y no me había atrevido hasta hoy.
¿La razón? He visto y leído varias publicaciones de la iniciativa "Memoir Monday" de @ericvancewalton y me sentí motivada a unirme a su propuesta de esta semana, que tiene que ver con los sueños recurrentes, un tema que me parece interesante y del que quisiera compartir mi experiencia.
Whenever I write for the first time in a community I feel nervous because I'm afraid of not getting it right, it's easy to make a mistake when you explore an unknown terrain. In fact, I've been tempted several times to try it and haven't dared until today.
The reason? I've seen and read several posts from @ericvancewalton's Memoir Monday initiative and I felt motivated to join his proposal this week, which has to do with recurring dreams, a topic that I find interesting and of which I would like to share my experience.
Cuando era niña tenía un sueño recurrente y creo que es muy común, tenía mucho miedo y quería huir, pero no podía moverme.
No recuerdo el escenario por el que tenía miedo, pero lo que sí recuerdo es la impotencia y la desesperación que sentía por mi imposibilidad de reaccionar.
Por fortuna, cuando dejé atrás mi niñez, mi pesadilla se fue con ella y, ahora que lo pienso, creo que ese sueño es la realidad de los niños, son indefensos ante los peligros de la vida, por mucho que lo intenten no pueden ganar, en caso de que alguien quisiera hacerles daño.
Mi mamá era muy protectora y nos advertía que no debíamos confiar en las personas, quizás esa era una manera que tenía mi mente de ilustrar lo que podría pasar si estábamos en una situación de peligro. No sé, sólo estoy elucubrando.
When I was a child I had a recurring dream and I think it is very common, I was very afraid and I wanted to run away, but I could not move.
I don't remember the scenario I was afraid of, but what I do remember is the helplessness and despair I felt because of my inability to react.
Fortunately, when I left my childhood behind, my nightmare went with it and, now that I think about it, I think that dream is the reality of children, they are helpless in the face of life's dangers, no matter how hard they try they cannot win, in case someone wanted to harm them.
My mom was very protective and warned us not to trust people, maybe that was my mind's way of illustrating what could happen if we were in a dangerous situation. I don't know, I'm just guessing.
Después de titularme en la universidad, me acompañó otro sueño recurrente: Cuando me iba a graduar faltaba la nota de una materia, lo que significaba que debía cursarla de nuevo, sin importar el hecho de que ya la había aprobado.
Me invadía una sensación de angustia, estudié con mucho esfuerzo y pensar en cursas por un semestre más una materia, se me hacía insoportable.
Al despertar me decía a mí misma que ese sueño no tenía sentido, porque yo ya había recibido mi título profesional y eso no había pasado, pero el sueño se repetía una y otra vez y yo no podía entender el porqué.
Años después estudié un postgrado. Yo había aprendido a ignorar mi pesadilla, así que no la recordaba para nada. Y entonces pasó: Cuando fui a buscar las notas para introducir los papeles para el acto de grado, faltaba la nota de Inglés. En seguida recordé mi sueño recurrente y pensé: Ah, de esto se trataba.
Lo peor es que el profesor que dictó la materia se había ido del país y no había dejado las notas. Me tocó volver a inscribirla y sólo presenté un examen de nivelación en el que la aprobé nuevamente, pero tuve que esperar el tiempo que dura el semestre para tener mi calificación.
Entonces el sueño desapareció.
After graduating from college, I was accompanied by another recurring dream: When I was about to graduate, the grade of a subject was missing, which meant that I had to take it again, regardless of the fact that I had already passed it.
I was overcome with a feeling of anguish, I studied with a lot of effort and the thought of taking a subject for another semester was unbearable.
When I woke up I told myself that this dream did not make sense, because I had already received my professional degree and that had not happened, but the dream was repeated over and over again and I could not understand why.
Years later I went to graduate school. I had learned to ignore my nightmare, so I didn't remember it at all. And then it happened: When I went to get the notes to introduce the papers for the graduation ceremony, the English grade was missing. I immediately remembered my recurring dream and thought: Ah, this is what it was all about.
The worst thing was that the professor who taught the subject had left the country and had not left the notes. I had to re-enroll and I only took a placement exam in which I passed it again, but I had to wait the time the semester lasts to get my grade.
Then the dream disappeared.
Ahora tengo un nuevo sueño que se repite de vez en cuando: Subo a un avión y viajo a otro país, pero no me siento feliz.
Viajar es una idea que siempre me ha encantado y aunque he soñado que me encuentro con mis hermanos, que emigraron hace ya 8 años, lo que en teoría me haría muy feliz, la sensación de pesar me acompaña y, otra vez, no entiendo el por qué.
En realidad emigrar no es uno de mis objetivos, pero sí me gustaría viajar por placer y poder abrazar a mis hermanos, entonces pienso: si los sueños no tienen límites ¿porqué no pueden ser hermosos?¿por qué simplemente no veo en ellos, lo que quisiera que fuera real? ¿por qué siento miedo? ¿qué pasará ahora?
Supongo que algún día lo descubriré.
Now I have a new dream that repeats itself from time to time: I get on a plane and travel to another country, but I do not feel happy.
Traveling is an idea that I have always loved and although I have dreamed that I meet my brothers, who emigrated 8 years ago, which in theory would make me very happy, the feeling of regret accompanies me and, again, I do not understand why.
Actually emigrating is not one of my goals, but I would like to travel for pleasure and to be able to embrace my brothers, then I think: if dreams have no limits, why can't they be beautiful? why I simply don't see in them what I would like to be real? why do I feel fear? what will happen now?
I guess one day I will find out.
Why?
Y esta es la historia de tres de mis sueños recurrentes, quisiera que fueran maravillosos y que se hicieran realidad, pero por lo poco que he visto, no es lo común.
Hasta aquí mis letras por hoy amigos, disfruté participar en esta iniciativa.
A ustedes, gracias por haberme acompañado en esta lectura.
And this is the story of three of my recurring dreams, I wish they were wonderful and came true, but from what little I've seen, it's not common.
So far my letters for today friends, I enjoyed participating in this initiative.
To you, thank you for joining me in this reading.
Thank you
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I Also have some reoccurring dreams that until now I don't know what it means.
Dreams are something mysterious to me, I believe they have a message for us; I have dreamed things that don't even cross my mind and some of my dreams have come true. It seems that my dreams know more than I do.
Greetings.
Sometimes they also come as a warning. I just failed to recognise and understand😐
Welcome to the Silver Bloggers Community @syllem, glad you decided to share your response to #memoirmonday with us!
Funny about your second dream, that must have been frustrating when it really came true.
Your first dream is one I still have at times, it's just awful. Perhaps because the last few years have been difficult?
Hope we see you here more often🤗
PS remember to add #memoirmonday when responding to Eric's prompts😉
Hello! Thank you for your warm words of welcome, I appreciate them. I think the dream that we cannot move is associated with some limitation we feel, perhaps something we want to do and cannot. It makes sense that a difficult stage would trigger them. I find the world of dreams fascinating, because it gives us messages we don't even imagine and, when they are repetitive, I think they mean something important.
Oops, sorry about the tag, I hope I don't forget it again and yes, I would also love to be around here more often, it's a community that has piqued my interest some time ago.
Hope you have a splendid day.
Nice story. Have a nice day