{"id":1528,"date":"2009-07-17T10:01:07","date_gmt":"2009-07-17T07:01:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=1528"},"modified":"2018-01-05T00:35:39","modified_gmt":"2018-01-04T21:35:39","slug":"strange-dream-un-vis-ciudat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/strange-dream-un-vis-ciudat\/","title":{"rendered":"Strange Dream \/ Un vis ciudat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I chased a pickled cucumber all night<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Usually, I keep my dreams for myself. First of all, because I don&#8217;t remember them in the morning; and second, because I think people have more interesting topics than what I dreamed last night. But this one was the freakiest dream I had in a long time, and I remembered it perfectly.<br \/>\nI had entered a huge stone castle, with beautiful mahagony furniture and an overall fairy tale flavour; except for the inner yard, where a huge and contemporary pool was awaiting swimmers. Actually, it was awaiting me, as I was all by myself in the castle. The only swimmer at hand.<\/p>\n<p>I had a huge issue: that all its gates were locked, and all its cellars were empty, and I was starving to death.<!--more--> And, while I was swimming and trying to ignore my desperate hunger, suddenly a big bird flew above my head and dropped (yeah, I know it&#8217;s a cliche!) a huge jar of assorted pickled vegetables. Beautifully coloured, just like the jars you may buy at a peasants&#8217; fair. The jar of pickled vegetables fell into the pool, and, due to the water pressure, its cap loosened and all the beautifully coloured vegetables spread all over the pool. So I plunged into the water and tried to pick them one by one: cornichons, red peppers, white cauliflowers, small green tomatoes, carrots, even mustard seeds, because I yearned for them as well.<br \/>\nFinally, the only trophy left was an immense cucumber, that was sailing away from me. It was sinking, I plunged deep into the water to chase it, and when I was about to grab it, it suddenly came to the surface. And again, and again. In the end, I woke up excruciatingly tired, went to the closest supermarket and bought a jar of pickled cucumbers, and devoured them. It was 4.22 AM.<\/p>\n<div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/h4ZyuULy9zs?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p><strong>Am fug\u0103rit un castravete murat toat\u0103 noaptea<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>De obicei, \u00eemi \u0163in visele pentru mine. \u00cen primul r\u00e2nd, pentru c\u0103 nu mi le amintesc diminea\u0163a; \u015fi \u00een al doilea r\u00e2nd, pentru c\u0103 mi se pare c\u0103 oamenii au subiecte mai interesante de abordat dec\u00e2t ceea ce am visat eu noaptea trecut\u0103. Dar vis mai cretinoid dec\u00e2t \u0103sta nu am avut de foarte mult timp. At\u00e2t de cretinoid, de fapt, c\u0103 nu am izbutit s\u0103 \u00eel uit.<br \/>\nIntrasem din \u00eent\u00e2mplare \u00eentr-un castel uria\u015f de piatr\u0103, mobilat superb cu mahon, \u015fi \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00eentr-o atmosfer\u0103 de basm. Cu excep\u0163ia cur\u0163ii interioare, unde se afla o piscin\u0103 imens\u0103, c\u00e2t se poate de contemporan\u0103 \u015fi dornic\u0103 de \u00eenot\u0103tori. De fapt, dornic\u0103 de mine, pentru c\u0103 eram singur\u0103 cuc prin castelul \u0103la. Singura \u00eenot\u0103toare disponibil\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Aveam un singur bai \u00een lini\u015ftea serii: toate por\u0163il erau z\u0103vor\u00e2te, \u015fi pivni\u0163ele erau goale. Iar mie \u00eemi suna apa (piscinei) \u00een cap de foame. \u015ei \u00een timp ce m\u0103 b\u0103l\u0103ceam io a\u015fa, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 mint singur\u0103 c\u0103 nici nu \u00eemi era chiar a\u015fa de foame, am v\u0103zut deodat\u0103 o pas\u0103re mare, care a trecut \u00een zbor deasupra capului meu, \u015fi a sc\u0103pat din cioc un borcan enorm de mur\u0103turi asortate. Din alea frumos colorate, pe care le v\u00e2nd \u0163\u0103ranii pe la t\u00e2rguri. Ca dovad\u0103 c\u0103 a fost un vis \u015fi nu un film cu pro\u015fti, borcanul nu m-a pocnit \u00een cap, ci a c\u0103zut \u00een ap\u0103, aceasta a f\u0103cut capacul s\u0103 sar\u0103, \u015fi toate mur\u0103turile s-au \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiat prin piscin\u0103. Iar eu m-am scufundat \u00een valuri \u015fi am \u00eenceput s\u0103 le culeg unul c\u00e2te una: corni\u015foni, ardei ro\u015fii, gogonele, morcovi, conopizde albe&#8230; Nu l\u0103sam nici semin\u0163ele de mu\u015ftar s\u0103 \u00eemi scape, pentru c\u0103 b\u0103leam de pofta lor, mai-mai s\u0103 dea piscina pe dinafar\u0103.<br \/>\n\u00cen cele din urm\u0103, singurul trofeu care a mai r\u0103mas prin piscin\u0103 era un imens castravete murat, care mi se tot \u00eendep\u0103rta din cale. Se l\u0103sa spre ad\u00e2ncurile piscinei, m\u0103 ad\u00e2nceam \u015fi eu dup\u0103 el. C\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eel \u00eenha\u0163, \u0163u\u015fti, se ridica la suprafa\u0163\u0103. \u015ei tot a\u015fa de 8 ori (dac\u0103 \u015fti\u0163i bancul cu Ion care a alunecat pe coaja de banan\u0103 \u015fi a c\u0103zut \u00een cu\u0163it.) P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, m-am trezit extenuat\u0103, m-am \u00eembr\u0103cat la repezeal\u0103 \u00een ce s-a nimerit \u015fi m-am dus la non-stopul de la col\u0163. Mi-am cump\u0103rat un borcan de castrave\u0163i mura\u0163i \u015fi l-am \u00eenfulecat pe nemestecate. Era 4.22 noaptea. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I chased a pickled cucumber all night Usually, I keep my dreams for myself. 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