AWAKENING
I just woke up from a dream, I woke up whit the distress of that being true. True, something so impossible, so foolish. Why do I, the rationalist, still dreaming? I dreamed that my family was another one. I just recognized my mum, that was my mother. There wasn't a father, or a dad, or nothing like that. There was only a sister, and there was a brother, both younger than me. The four of us went to a exhibition in a crowded museum. I saw my brother run after my sister, but I was more busy trying to gently stole a head that doesn't fit in my bag. Suddenly my mother came to me to tell me that my brother raped my sister and killed her, and that my brother's gonna live with another woman, and that he'll live a life without problems, as if was common being a destroyer and go on living like nothing happened.My mum stayed to see the exhibition, watching the chaos and the arts. I, without my head, returned home.
Me, the rationalist, woke up three minutes later and I console myself. I said to me: “Do not distress, darling, you're gonna move out soon.”
