Nightmares belong to the group of sleep disorders called parasomnias. In my case they are very recurring, intense and distressing nightmares.

These images represent one in particular. They are places from my childhood: my neighborhood, that of my maternal and paternal grandparents that I visited very frequently, my first school and even the building where my cousin lived, the doorway of my house with that storage room that you had to go through a corridor. It was dark and I was terrified to enter. In those places I have lived the most normal experiences but for some reason that I do not understand or that escapes me, they occupy an important place in my dream universe.

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Either way, I  wanted to return to these places that I had not returned to for more than 30 years and photograph them, partly as a therapy and a search for a possible end of these particular nightmares or a search for an answer to such nightmares. The second case has been unsuccessful. The first… only time will tell.

 

And as an anecdote I will tell that in one of the streets of that neighborhood of my childhood I found two establishments together, a bar and a cider house. One which name was my last name (which is not very normal to find in Asturias and even less written with a "v"). And the other one had the name "El Acueducto"... symbol of the city where I have spent the last 20 years of my life. The images in this essay are dark, confusing and enigmatic. Like my dreams.