La Maldicion De Los Suenos [SAFE]

You become a ghost walking through your own life. Your body is at the dinner table, but your heart is still in that dream. Your hands are typing the report, but your mind is still holding that imaginary face.

The curse ends the moment you stop asking, "Why can't I have that?" and start asking, "What part of that can I build today?"

We are taught from childhood that dreams are the language of the soul. That to dream is to be alive. That the dreamer is the architect of a future no one else can see. la maldicion de los suenos

Because dreams are supposed to be fuel. But when they are too powerful, too pure, they become poison. They show you a paradise you cannot enter. They give you a key to a door that does not exist.

The curse makes you restless. You start to resent the present. Your job feels smaller. Your relationships feel duller. Your city feels grayer. Not because anything changed, but because your dreams showed you a technicolor world that your waking hands cannot build. You become a ghost walking through your own life

You dream of the lover who didn't stay. In the dream, they look at you with eyes full of the forgiveness you never received. Their hand fits perfectly in yours. You talk for hours about nothing, and everything. Then the alarm rings. You open your eyes to the cold side of the bed and the weight of an apology you never got. That is the curse.

You will still wake up with tears on your pillow some mornings. You will still mourn the worlds your mind creates. That is the price of being a dreamer. The curse ends the moment you stop asking,

But you will no longer be cursed.