I am in a dream, dreaming of a life that is nothing more than another dream
By Alessandro Carosi
I am at work, I have several orders on the counter and my colleague is preparing the milk to pour into the coffees, there is a moment when I look at the receipts to see which coffees to make, and that is when it hits me… a very strong déjà vu, in that familiar moment of already seen, I realise that I have already been in that shop, in front of that coffee machine, in that small space shared with this colleague, the wall, the memory of waking up one morning thinking about the fact that I had dreamed of a workplace I had never been to… until today, months later.
The question arises spontaneously, what is reality… in reality?
I believe it is an illusion that is mistaken for something concrete and important, perhaps it is just a dream where the dreamer does not know they are dreaming, confusing night-time dreams as the only part of the day where the mind, and perhaps even the body, escapes from rules that we can’t decipher, everything is probably a dream, a game, an illusion, where the event organiser hides behind enigmatic answers to the obvious questions of the participants: why do we exist, what is the purpose and what are the real rules of the game called life?
….. anextraordinaryandordinarylife…