Incense dreams Journal - ISSUE 2nd - DREAM

Julius, after eight years of engagement, has lost his girlfriend, whom we will
call Hope. I knew Hope when she gave signs of depression and deep sorrow
for the long-lasting difficulty of lack of love and aloofness by Julius, who
tended to undermine her and criticize her for her "too enthusiastic, too
romantic, too genuine" nature ... Hope, who could not eat, sleep, and breathe,
finally left Julius with an act of extreme courage, followed by the anger of
the lost time, not being loved for what she has always been by her boyfriend.
Julius, in spite of being left behind by Hope, follows the suggestion of the
girl and decides to see me.
He finds that his ideal of couple life is fake, he understands that his parents
have been simulating for years how to be a happy and peaceful family
(despite lacking reciprocal gestures or love words) and realizes that love, the
real one, was instead in each of Hope's molecules. He then decides to regain
her heart with kindness and patience, discovering the fragile but rich side of
love he has always kept buried inside for fear of being rejected, as he
experienced with his father.
He decides to deal with the deplorable relationship he has with his dad, along
with whom he works in the family business, and for years has only had
monosyllabicic dialogues in an attempt not to be hurt.
Julius brings in his trans-generational connection, linking aspects of his
world with those of his father and grandfather ...
Finally, after a successful therapeutic pathway, he feels he can face his father
and "hold his head high‖.
At this point, here's what Julius dreams about …
"I'm in the mountains, relaxing on the terrace deck chair, when I hear a slight
rustle. I look at the mountains and see a small landslide in the distance, rocks
rolling down from the slope, and I make it to my grandmother, but she sees
nothing. At some point, I can see how the explosions are, while the rocks
jumping off the mountain reach the terrace. My grandmother and I go home
right away. I stand at the door to look at the stones reaching where I was
sitting quietly before ... I even see my red Vespa that was not there before ...
I also notice that my dog Luis was still on the terrace, all wet though it is not
raining, that gets into my house with me.
Once in the house, I go to my grandfather, but while I'm going to say what's
happening outside to my grandfather, my grandma quiets me (without
opening my mouth, I know she does not want to let him know anything
because he is a very anxious person and prone to worry).
Shortly after, a close neighbor comes in very upset, and before I can talk to
my grandfather, I'll tell him he does not know anything.
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