🌀 The Nightmare that Smiled

December 07, 2025

I dreamed a nightmare. The walls were made of broken memories, and every shadow repeated the echo of a trauma that never wanted to be born. But inside the dream, I discovered that I could touch time with my hands. And when I touched it, the past opened like a blank book.

What once was pain turned into a stage of laughter. Tears dissolved into flowers of light, and every scene that once haunted me transformed into a dance of joy. The nightmare did not disappear — it bent, surrendered, and allowed itself to be rewritten.

Suddenly, I realized: it was not just a dream, it was a desire becoming reality within the unconscious itself. A déjà vu that did not repeat the trauma, but repeated the healing. The psychoanalysis of my sleep showed me that the past is not a prison, but malleable matter. And I, the dreamer, became the sculptor.

The nightmare turned into a smile. Fear turned into hope. And the life that was never wounded revealed itself before me, as if it had always been made of peace.