Once upon a time, a young man who wanted to dream.
That boy was in a time of life where I did not know exactly what to do. Been linked with thousands of people had had coffee with them, sharing their deepest secrets, travel places you never thought would come. He had traveled the world, reached the end of the road, knowing every corner.
had seized every moment with her parents until the day of his death. There was portrayed in paintings, melodies played on a piano, in stories written in different languages, all the experiences that had happened. Arrival at the highest point, the journey to the end of the world for a journey full of way. Love and heartbreak, suffered in his youth. The meeting of beauty wherever he went. For him, life there was nothing more to know, nothing new to wish or discover, until ...
time after starting to work in one of the largest libraries in the city, found a book that spoke of dreams. It was said that some men and women, had managed to control the world of dreams, being aware of it. He explained that with practice and patience, you could stay asleep, being aware in his sleep all that has happened. As you read this, the young man had an idea.
could acquire this practice, pick up that patience and try to get it. Could try to be conscious in dreams, thus, create from nothing unique. Go flying over the mantle of the earth, places where no man had ever trod. Take a cup of coffee, accompanied by the most intelligent cats in the city. Swimming at the speed of lightning, accompanied by the most beautiful dolphins. Create a city, based solely and specifically in love. Publish the book in which he had been working, so make it known to the world. Or why not fulfill his greatest dream come finally disclosed his true love, something that had not yet happened in reality. Could do so much, he thought, why not try?.
Without anyone noticing, I keep the book in his backpack and after leaving work, he quickly returned home. There, lit only by the tiny flame of a candle, began to read. They spent several hours until I finally finished the book. Lying on the couch under a blanket, began working in his dreams.
The first day he could hardly sleep. He was so nervous yet so excited about his new task, he found it impossible to fall asleep. On the second day to get home totally surrendered fell on the bed, falling asleep instantly. But that night, did not dream anything. In the following days made the guidelines that set the book. At times it seemed appropriate, he wondered, "Am I dreaming or awake?. According to the author, this was something very important, because to us that question, our minds begin to doubt what is real and what is not. And so, thanks to that question, we might question the same, once we were in a dream. The days passed and the boy, he kept asking the same thing: is this a dream or is instead the reality?. Just a second after delivering these words, instantly took for granted their response to pinch or be a slap in the face to prove it.
Thirty-four days, were those that had passed since I started with this. And yet, had not achieved anything. In all those nights, sleep quickly, but the awakening did not remember having dreamed anything. One morning, after getting a little annoyed by the loud alarm, took the book and look for something to give him a solution. There, printed on its last page read, "In life, dreams can come true, but in a dream, you first have to wait to fall asleep and then pray not only for dreaming, but I wanted to dream. "After reading that, went back to work declined. I had lost a month for nothing. All he had done at that time had not come to fruition either. He was apathetic, sad, deluded.
that night to get home, jumped on the bed. At around her, could only breathe an air of sadness, because everything that I wanted to dream, was not anywhere, until they inadvertently account fell asleep. That was the night. That was the night he dreamed again. And there, immersed between the worlds of Morpheus, he asked again, "Am I asleep or awake?". This time, the response was different. Felt not one ounce of pain to his pinch, not even notice as his hand slapped his face several times. Which meant that it was achieved. Was immersed in his own dream, one in which could make everything I wanted.
First, he built a city that I call "Love." I invite all who knew her, to enjoy its scenery, the beautiful sea, its vast forests and its people. Finished writing his book, that in recounting his adventures, and published it in one of the most prestigious publishers. He then flew over the Atlantic Ocean to reach Paris, where he would be released for his famous writings. And there, among the crowd anxiously awaited signing of his book, an intense look at the perfect time, shone at all. It was the look of a beautiful woman. One woman, who smiled constantly. There was his love, the love that had always expected. Hundreds of people attended the wonderful event, and just when it was time for the beautiful woman, a full sound now. It was the sound of the alarm, the sound that marked the end of his dream. The sound they make, that this moment would vanish completely, leaving nothing in its path.
The boy awoke and turned off the alarm clock. I was so close to getting it he wanted. A few more minutes and would have achieved its purpose, in one night, all I wanted to achieve. After breakfast and dressed, went to work as daily. There, he ordered all the travel section by author, anywhere. Next, children's books categorized by age. And when they reached the box, where they waited another four hours attending to all customers that pass there, a young man came to him.
- Sorry, do you have the book "A Life of Dreams"?.
- Yes, he said, accompanying her to the shelf where he was.
- Thanks - replied the girl, smiling.
Back in the box The girl came back.
- I'll take it, could you please gift wrap?.
- Yeah right. There are eight to seventy-five. "Cash or card?.
- With card.
The girl pulled out his wallet and put on the card box. The young man saw her, read her name. He was known, but could not remember why.
-Here. Wait a moment while the wrap.
There was, to begin to wrap the book, read about him that name. She was the author of the book. The author of the book that made him lose hope. The author of the book, which first had given him the opportunity to experience something unique while later, he had won all kinds of hope.
- Is that you, right?.
- Sorry, but ... What do you mean?.
- The book is you who wrote it, is not it?.
- Si ... Have you read?.
- Yes ... and I'm sorry, but I can not make any sense. I do not mean a bad book, but it makes no sense. Offer something impossible to achieve. Something much they want to believe, do not lead anywhere. Do not you think?.
- Maybe. But if you think that is why you did not understand from the first moment I started reading it. Or maybe, because you expect to find anything in it. Tell me, what you read whole?.
- Yes, from the beginning until the end of your pages.
- Are you sure? - Said the girl smiling again.
- If I'm not. I have given many turns in recent days and have not found anything that had already seen before.
- Have you read also the page "minus one"?.
- What? - Strange question.
- The page "minus one." In every book, there are at least two or three blank pages, as in it. Instead, this book has a difference and that does not begin with page one, but by the "minus one." You can watch it if you want. The young man took
the book, looked closely at the cover and opened the first page. There, in tiny print as if it were a secret, was written one sentence: "Such dreams can never overcome reality. Since a dream come true, is more than a dream.
After reading that, looked at the girl and she said, smiling:
"In life there is to live a dream, we must dream to live. No need to dream our dreams, but simply fighting for the project. "Indiyon
