sognatori anonimizappa associazione
A collection of dreams, received anonymously,
and randomly assigned to be illustrated.
“ I remember a fairly spartan oftalmologic office,
with dark green chair and all the classic ophthalmological equipment.
I’m seated, my chin resting on a telescope and on my nose a pair of glasses with a thousand lenses
and a super heavy frame.
When the visit is over I get rid of it, and suddenly realize the oculist is my father (who died a few years ago, and was a biologist!).
He writes me on the blackboard -8.3, my new gradation: quite pissed off, I tell him it’s not possible my vision has deteriorated so much.
Before waking up, my father tells me these exact words: la realtà non è così come credi di vederla (reality is not what you think to see). ”
