#schooldreams

Soñé que entraba a un colegio. Al pasar por el control de acceso, el guardia me saludaba por mi nombre, aunque nunca lo había visto antes. Me preguntaba a dónde me dirigía y le respondía que iba a clases, que llevaba estudiando ahí desde primero de primaria. Entonces sentía una sensación que suelo experimentar con este tipo de sueños sobre la escuela, y es que me hacían recordar que cuando estudiaba, la escuela parecía eterna y nunca iba a terminar. No recuerdo más. El control parecía como de una especie de correctivo, todo era en acabado en cromo.

I dreamt I was entering a school. As I went through the access control, the guard greeted me by my name, even though I had never seen him before. He asked where I was headed and I told him I was going to classes, that I had been studying there since the first grade. Then I felt a sensation that I usually experience with these kinds of school dreams—it reminded me that when I was studying, school seemed eternal and it was never going to end. I don’t remember more. The control looked like it was part of some correctional facility, all finished in chrome.