Sleepwalking

We saw him strolling right by us. Without noticing we were there, he continued walking down the street. It was very late at night, and by this time, he supposed to be in bed. He was a little kid whom we knew real well, as he was part of our gang; however, we had never seen him this late out of his home. His mother always would call him for supper at around 7 P.M., and eventually she would call him to remain inside home and for preparing for sleep.

He had walked half of one block, when we called him by his name.

¨Joseph, Joseph! ¨ we called him twice.

It was rare that he didn´t hear us. We called him again, but this time we raised the tone of our voice in conjunction; .

¨Joseph, Joseph ¨ there was no response.

This made us think that he was pretentiously playing a joke to us. He continued walking, putting distance between us and him. When he was about to get lost from our  sight, at the end of the block, we stood up and headed towards him. On our frenzy stampede, we continue calling him;

¨Joseph, Joseph, where are you going? ¨

It was obvious that he was not listening. One of us passed his hands in front of his eyes, but there was not response.

" He is asleep," someone said.

" Let´s take him home," another one exclaimed.
Suddenly, he stared at us with uncertainty and right after that he broke in tears. We hugged him and took him to his Mom

The following morning, at the playground, we saw him playing and having fun as if nothing had happened the day before. He probably did not remember the incident and none of us ask him anything.

This was the first time, I had seen someone walking while asleep in my entire life.

Flying in a Dream

It was a dark and lonely night; a forested landscape below abounded everywhere. The line of trees below did not allow staring beyond the cup of the trees. With a single flutter of hands, the man could displace himself along the summits of the trees, just like birds do. The feeling of hovering in the middle of a dark night was familiar to him.

" I have been here before," he would consider.

On the occassions he had had the same dream, he had always felt the sensation of having been there before and the experience of existence was unique at that moment. With a single agitation of his hands, he could elevate himself higher and higher in the firmament. Once above, he could gaze far away in the distance.

" I love this dreams; it´s the maximum freedom, " he would exclaim with delight.
The state of idleness, would cause him to lose altitude, so he would flap his hands harder, wanting to go higher. Soon, the dream would come to an end, when the stupor of tiredness totally triumphed on him.

In the morning, upon awakening;

"Uhhhh, I love to fly!" he exclaimed peering at the ceiling.