My latest dream - MONOMAD

At first, I was excited. It felt like stepping into a new chapter, one where anything could happen. But something was off. As I walked down the streets, people started retreating. They would glance at me, then suddenly back away, eyes wide. They didn’t scream, they didn’t confront me. They just ran. Quietly, urgently, like I was something dangerous that had just wandered into their world.

I checked myself in a window reflection. I looked normal. I wasn’t bleeding or monstrous. I was just me. But that was the thing. It was me they were afraid of.

The more I walked, the more deserted the place became. People vanished into alleys. Doors closed. Markets emptied. Even the stray dogs refused to come near. And still, I kept walking, like maybe around the next corner someone would smile and explain what was going on. No one did.

Eventually, I found myself at a small, crumbling bridge, standing above water so still it felt fake. There was no one else around. Just me and the reflection of a person who didn’t know why they didn’t belong.

When I woke up, I felt... quiet. Not afraid, exactly, but weirdly hollow. Like the dream had tapped into something I didn’t know was hiding in me. Maybe it was about feeling like an outsider. Or maybe it was just my brain pulling together all the moments I’ve felt invisible, or misunderstood, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Well, I am still searching for the meaning of these dreams. Is it something buried deep in me or simply random thoughts accumulated from some movie or book? However, I still can't wait for new travles in future. Let em run ;)

Maybe we all carry a version of that dream. The fear of being somewhere new, hoping to be seen, but instead finding silence.