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Last night he had a dream. A very good one, one of those that surprises you. He woke up at dawn, and in that state between wakefulness and sleep that we go through when we just woke up, he tried to remember it.
It was a dream like Christopher Nolan movies, complex and challenging. Some parts were clear to him, and others faded as he tried to remember them, as if they were fleeing from his memory. He panicked. That panic that every creator experiences when he feels that an interesting idea is slipping out of his hands.
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He decided that if he woke up completely there would be no way to remember the remaining parts of the dream, that he would lose them forever, so he decided to continue with his eyes closed and dwell as much as possible in that intermediate point of functional sleepiness, stretching it as long as possible so that he could finish remembering the story of the dream, and why not?, finish it. At that moment, all sleepy, it seemed like a good idea, and to be honest, the only one he could think of.
He closed his eyes and forced himself not to fall asleep, remembering over and over again the parts of the dream that were clear to him, as if it were some kind of mantra, a subconscious meditation. Then he tried to tie up the loose ends by rewinding his memories, repeating the story back and forth and vice versa, as if rocking in his half-consciousness, hoping to gain momentum and as he swung back and forth he could decipher more of its beginning. and its end.
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After a while he managed to recover some parts, but the puzzle was still incomplete. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so at times he raised them and looked around him to remind them not to fall asleep, but it began to dawn, and every time he opened them he saw the light go out over the horizon, as if it were the light at the end of a tunnel, as if it were a lightning about to set fire to the forest of memory. Alarmed, he realized that his time was short.
He tried to get up to write down what he had remembered. There were still parts that eluded his memory, but he knew that with a little time he could remember them, or come up with something that made sense and tied the loose parts of the story together. Determined, or at least as determined as he could be, he got up, took a pencil and paper, and with half-closed eyes began to write.
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He couldn't open them completely, if he did he knew he would forget everything. But he couldn't write with his eyes closed in the dim light of dawn either, so he would open them for a moment to see where the pencil was on the paper, and write with his eyes closed for a few seconds, and then repeat the operation. Without him being able to help it, sleep slowly overcame him, and he could feel his body sinking deeper into lethargy despite his efforts.
Today, when he wakes up, sitting next to the desk in his dressing room, he discovers on it, a sheet full of doodles that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot understand. However, he is very aware that he had a dream last night, and he has the strange feeling that the piece of paper has to do with him.
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His memory is blurred but he remembers that in it he did everything possible not to wake up, as if he were fleeing from consciousness, as if he were clinging to something that was in the dream, until the dawn sun hit him in the face and ended his struggle. He tries to remember more, but no matter how hard he tries, nothing else comes to mind for him.
He checks the sheet again trying to make sense of the scribbles, but again he can't. They knock on the door. It's breakfast. He thanks the girl who brings it to him, and as expected, she wants to take a picture with him. Accustomed to it, he agrees and also gives her an autograph.
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While having breakfast, he sees that the girl left him a piece of paper with her phone number among the napkins. He throws it in the trash in an arc in the air, and as the image of a swing comes to his mind, he thinks: "I think I'll give the sheet to Nolan and tell him about my dream, he loves this kind of thing . He might be interested. I might even give him ideas for a scene in this movie that seems like we'll never finish shooting."
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