disbelief. Its trunk was huge, long, round, full of thick black hair. As a hand wide. Moving due to vibration. Almost see those thick hairs move by vibration. There was life there. "It" was alive. He was alive and was looking in my window. The mosquito net between "this" and me. The light and the buzz outside.
I thought that my mother had to see it. I moved fast to his room where he was still sleeping. He was screaming, "Mommy, Mommy ... you have to see it ... there is a huge mosquito on my window." Opened the door to the room my mother and my little sister. They were still sleeping and complained. I do not understand it at first and then I thought and I did not know, in my state of shock, to better describe what was in thesde below. Iban hooked by the legs. Some one leg and one other couple. Hanging from ropes. There were no knots but it was as if they were hooked. Accidentally hooked branches. Branches and storm and hurricane winds. Should have been dragged by the storm. We approach looking at them under this cloud hanging. Entangled in ropes, which in turn were caught in branches which in turn were in the air by the storm and do not know the mechanism Mantei unreal there in the air, traveling aimlessly. More despair and death and nonsense. Putrefaction, humidity, darkness and nonsense.
We pointed to the sky and looked seeing them through. Someone said something about that had to be careful not to fall NONEstada. We saw them fall. We saw the green of the branches still hanging, unnaturally sustained the sky ...
This last dream I had on Friday. The mosquito was last week ... There have been some more that I can not remember.
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