18 de abril de 2009
Sueño diurno
Fue un sueño extraño a su manera, no extraño en el sentido de que yo era escocés, sino extraño porque, de hecho, fué totalmente en inglés.
I entered a bookstore/library with my friend, I had this memory of me going in there a while ago and seeing a book, I can't remember it's title but it was some kind of heretical book, it was about the devil, sex, pagan rituals and some other controversies. Anyway, I had this memory but at that time, the bookstore/library had become a christian one.
I walked in and, to my left, there was some kind of waiting room, a coffee table on the centre with an ashtray on it. I picked it up and told my friend:
- Hey mate, this is definetively english
- You think so?
- Absolutely, this is an english-made ashtray
A gentleman was sitting on a couch and approached me while I had the ashtray on my left hand
- Are you shure it's english?
- Of course! it's horrible!
- What? no no... what I see here is... - I interrupted him -
- What you see here sir, is a horrible ashtray! and there's no doubt it's english, I was born in Glasgow so me and my friend can see things you don't, this is horrible, therefore is english.
- You're wrong boy, no matter where you were born, the important thing is...
Then, a nun passed by and I wanted to ask her about the heretic book, just for the fun of doing so and hoping to see her face, so I left the gentleman speaking with my hand and ran behind the old nun:
- Excuse me young lady! - She didn't answer, I was obviously being sarcastic
- Hey! young lady! - I realized she was half deaf, so I approached her right ear instead of her left ear
- HEY! YOUNG LADY!!
- Whoa!! you don't have to shout lad!! I can hear you!!
- Oh, ok ok I'm sorry, well, I was wondering if you, by chance, have this book called...
And then my dad woke me up...
