I was on a bus, riding around Malibu beach with a bunch of Hollywood hotshots. I was writing a computer program that could create scripts for what Netflix would describe as witty suspenseful horror thrillers. The software was already half alive and becoming harder to control every minute. That's when a large doctor sitting next to me started asking me questions I could never possibly answer about motion control technologies. He said he was just trying to figure me out. At the same time, my software opened up a pocket universe in the screen....
I barely remember. I was in the floor, paralyzed on my own doing. Another man was lying next to me. I was also responsible for his paralysis. He looked, however, not entirely human. His features were a bit ape-ish, but in a way that made them finer, more refined, than human, like those intellectuals from the planet of the apes but more real, more like they would be if they were engineered one hundred years from now after what we know today. Standing next to us was a woman like him. She was beautiful and I knew we loved each other she and I. Her mind, somehow, was inside my head, and we were talking, having a conversation about the scene in front of her. "There is no hope for him", I said, "but you can still save me". ...
A very hot woman seduced me in front of my mother and her boyfriend. After that, a remarkably well groomed middle aged man told me my eyes were giving away my severe alcoholism. That's what happens when you read Joe Hill and Peter Watts before you go to sleep....
There were spiders everywhere, and I had a vacuum cleaner....
In a somewhat futuristic house with white curved walls and very long hallways there was a television. The television was on and the content in it was very relevant to me. I actually sat there and took notes of everything I watched, hoping to produce a simplified cut of all the content. Later I learned I was in the house of my friend, with her wife and his mother looking after me, tending to my wounds, changing my diapers, keeping the television alive for my brain. And a ring from my cellphone pulled me back to the world. I was late again....
A quest in a land of mountains and rivers decorated with thick green forests, racing on boats and facing turbulent waters. Political alliances were made with opposing forces. Danger. Then, reality unfolds itself as a game played by another story, a story where the quest was carefully orchestrated by a group of writers. I tried then, to dominate that scene, but got lost in a pointless argument about character, and so the story dissipated into nothing more than a lost memory, a hunch, another dream....
I forgot to hide the computers back at home. I realized this while having brunch at one of those nice places my friends like to show me. Yes, the bacon was good, but the anxiety of having my computer stolen again was unbearable and I took a leave to get back home and properly hide everything of value. Friends were ok with it but I jammed the car in the parking lot....
Some of my right hand fingers were implants from engineered toes. It hurt when it was cold and they seemed to deteriorate every time I worked on the computer, especially when using the multitouch trackpad. The pain, it was dark and cold. It emanated right from the center of my joints....
I had a cat in a bag. The rest I can't remember....
There was only one Dutch allowed in the animal farm. Once let in, this Dutch was not let out, and he felt very lonely with no other Dutch company around. With the help of a spider another dutch man snuck into the animal farm, and for a while the two Dutch men were having fun in the hidden corners between barns. Then they were caught. The spider was crushed with a big hammer, and the Dutch man was made to watch while his Dutch friend was gutted live....
There was something in the deep, trapped under the ice, a sort of nuclear engine that belonged to a broken leviathan. Then, on a tropical island, an expedition in the caves was about to fail. When the gates were closing we could not get everyone out. ...
We went to have dinner in a house in a strange vacation villa in Harvard. The host was an indian professor and the rest of the guests were all very friendly and uncommitted. At some point we all started practicing an obscure variation of yoga that consisted in making funny faces. All through that I noticed my fly would be open and the tip of my dick would show. I'd quickly put it back in and zip it in every time and nobody seemed to notice. Then we wanted to go and we sneaked it without saying wine. I couldn't drive back to California because I drank some wine, not much but definitely more than what conventionally would be accepted for the law and order so I jumped into the trunk of the car and waited for her to come by. Another woman dropped in and I thought I was in the wrong vehicle, and I was, but that was ok and she drove us both back to LA, just in time for the doctor appointment. I was driving amy's car again through the alleys and ventilation pipes between the big buildings of downtown LA. Everything around were carnicerías and laundromats. I dropped her off for her testing and when I tried to go back I misplaced the car in and alley and forgot about it for a second. When I came back to get it I found it was gone and a kid told me it was obstructing he is way and he told his uncle the crook to take it away. Then I sounded desperate. What? Call him back! My laptop and my iPad ate in the car as well as my Nokia vintage brick phone! I'll give you money! You see? He said. My uncle is a real crook and a very bad goy and I would want you to talk to him. He and his gang might hurt you, even more when they find out you have a pregnant wife in the hospital. But I think there is somebody you can talk to, there is some hope. Their shop is that way, and he pointed to some place in the hills close to Griffith park, call the small number engraved in this phone and ask for Pancho Bustamante. He gave me a tiny aluminum cellphone clearly made in Korea and walked to the other side of the street where his shirtless buddies had gathered. Call him! Call him! They all sang. But the 310 number in the back of the phone was not legible enough. After some time of confusion I managed to make them give me the number and dial, only to find I could not understand a thing of what was happening on the other side of the line. It was becoming clear that I would not be reaching mister Bustamante in time. My laptop and Amy's car were probably lost forever. Sigh. I didn't tell them I don't have any ,money and I am unemployed, and one of my biggest fears today, together with ultimate professional failure, is not being able to provide the resources to keep my soon to be born child afloat in this increasingly hostile financial panorama. I told them instead that I have money, and please take me to your uncle crook so I can negotiate with him. But my friend the shirtless kid number one told me his uncles gang has a carte Blanche in LA and they can do whatever they please. They go to MacArthur park at night looking for any babies the junkies might have left behind, and they always seem to find a handful, even un a scarce night, and listen to me you father to be, you don't even wanna imagine what they do to those poor souls in the back of their auto shop. I did not understand why was I living in such a stereotypically racist narrative, but I was curious and kept the dream going, even when I had a chance to wake up and get rid of the whole thing. I was very mortified but deep inside I probably knew that I was at home taking a nap and my laptop was comfortably hidden inside a cereal box in the kitchen. Amy was sleeping next to me, seemingly having less troubling dreams, and her was safely parked in the garage. But inside the dream, it was time to visit the uncle's hide. I didn't bring any cops, and didn't find anybody there, but everything looked like an ironic interpretation of an 8-bit mission video game from 1983. Soon, the druggies and the dealers, the tramps and the hos, started surrounding me and my journey through their labyrinth hideout looking for my laptop and amy's car began. Will I make it to them in time before my wife delivers my first born, without becoming a coke head in the process?...
My last days in Boston. I was stalking a couple of interactive fiction writers. One of them had an apartment in the second floor of a corner building in a place that looked like Harvard Square. He was in the second floor and had the whole building rigged with cameras and motion detectors and all kind of surveillance stuff. I got too close and they noticed me. I knew I couldn't let them capture me so I ran away, but they had motorcycles. My only way to escape was to trick them and somehow get into a bus. This I did, and the threat was gone. In the bus, the driver was been assisted by a beautiful morena with short hair and green eyes. Her chest was naked, giving away a sight of her almost flat breasts. She was extremely polite and gave me a ticket for 25 rides, courtesy of the major. Then we talked about something I can't remember and my turn came to get off the bus. I felt an incredible empathy from her so I hugged her and touched her and said goodbye. She kissed me and looked at me in a way that meant everything. Paths out of synchrony again I thought, and left the bus. Then I tried to figure out how to walk back, mesmerized by the fact that a woman like her expressed such an attraction towards me. Something like hat used to happen when I was younger, but it's not something I'm used to these days. "This must not be real", I thought, "I must be hallucinating or dreaming. Something is wrong". With an effort I bent reality into another situation that I can't remember. I guess it was mundane and didn't include anything remarkable, but it also had hints of it's own unreality. After all, once I bend one reality into the other, what warranty do I have that the second is more real than the former? So I bent it again, only to find myself in bed, pushing my upper body up against the sheets, and a little heartbroken to know that the beautiful girl in the bus was a product of my imagination....
There was a celebration in a kind of villa, and there was a play to be performed by a certain group of members of a powerful family of artists and state men. In the basement, I learned they belonged to the cult of a deceased writer of the occult that goes by the name of Howard Phillips Lovecraft. What? I was in the basement escaping from the play where a beautiful actress of ambiguous identity started haunting me around my seat. I thought I was safer if I avoided the rooms where the play was taking place, but she came down to the basement and sat right next to me, taking her moderately sized breasts out of her little green dress and rubbing her saliva on her nipples with her thumb and her index finger, making me want her so much that it actually hurt. But I managed to escape, and that's when I learned I myself was in the arena of a game, playing against the other elements of the dream to reach a goal I didn't know about. The villa was more like a castle now, and I was running across a maze of book infested corridors when I faced another apparition. A naked woman with a syringe that caught me and tried with all her force to inject me with it's contents. I managed to inject her instead, but he did succeed in scratching me with the tip of the needle. The scratch seemed insignificant, but it didn't take long for it to start oozing some kind of odorless yellow goo. Was I going to be kicked out of the game now? Other players manifested themselves. A few of themselves were lovecraftians, but the others weren't. They all claimed I was part of their mutually opposing sides, but I remained ignorant of the full picture. ...
I was in a kind of tropical rain forest shack, getting some of my suits dry. There was a swimming pool outside, and it was raining. A woman I know came by with a stroller, carrying a kabuki masked baby chimp in it. She left the stroller with me and it fell into the pool. The baby chimp began to swim and got rid of the mask. After that it was mayhem, and I couldn't take a shower....
Driving a car in Boston. Driving through parking lots and very long underpasses. Breaking all kinds of rules, mostly with wrong turns and wrong directions. Then I began to drive in eccentric positions that made sure I couldn't reach the pedals. Like sitting on the edge of the car window, with my upper body outside the car. Sudden stops became a problem, since I could not quickly reach the break pedal. Scary but not a big deal. I lost focus when arriving to the grocery store. Why was I there? I can't remember....
I was lost with a group of strangers in a mysterious campus. We found a map somewhere but we were escaping from something and could not stop to find out where we were. Then we encountered the most dangerous tribe so far. A group of self mutilated tranvestites were hanging out by the pool. We didn't notice they were all welding knife cutters. It was too late for my companions, they couldn't escape. I flew away, but ran out of fly-fuel before long and fell into the hands of a tribe of meatheads that beat me up....
We were going to make a movie about the future in the train station. We had coconut popsicle for everybody. We were only going to do two scenes, one in the station, next to the tracks, and the other one inside a train car. I was waiting inside the car, looking out to the camera crew that was putting together a complicated rig for the scene in the station. Then the train took off with hair and make-up and me in it. And a few other unfortunate people. We left the train in the next station, trying to take everything out of the car with us. What happened? That train was not supposed to be in service. It was supposed to be there for us. Next we realized all our cellphones were malfunctioning. We could not let the rest of the crew know about our situation, and the train back would not come. The world around us was strangely odd, like not-from-this-world....
I was in a box made of ice in a city made of ice. A very desirable woman was taking a shower in a warehouse when I became aware of the bear. It was going to eat her and I knew but I couldn't get there to warn her. All I could do was look at her getting wet, enjoying the running warm water on her back and on her breasts, and wait....
Summertime in a small canadian town north of Ontario. There was nobody on the streets, or in the park, and the grass was slightly burnt. Then she turned from around the corner. I knew her even though she was nobody I new. I wrote her info in my brown leather pocketbook and gave her my card. The sun was casting a nice shadow between her breasts. Elderly people accompanied her....
I don't know how it happened but I was making out with Psylocke from the X-Men. Her mental powers were probing me while I explored the secrets of her body. Later on, I was trapped in a chalet in the mountains, where I happened to be at the mercy of a powerful female vampire. I managed to escape, and hid for a while in the underground steam baths of a mountain climbing resort, but the vampire sent her army of robots to kill everybody, and the only way to escape was to jump into the abyss, hoping the river was deep enough and not too cold....
There were many cats in the villa's garden. I had the feeling I had to chase them around until every single one of them was looking at me from the top of a tree with fear in their eyes. I was interrupted while doing that and climbed a wall to the girl in the window. Why are you doing that? I responded: Fucking kitties. We didn't talk for too long when I realized the cats and the trees were gone. And I realized my family was already there, but the villa had changed, and I didn't know where to find them. Everything was mostly dark, except for some light coming out of a window in another building. I made that my destination. From the outside, I witnessed a typical kitchen scene, with my mother and my aunt busy cooking bacon strips and my brother and my cousins sitting around a counter, probing the recently cooked food. I knocked on the window and they all greeted me. The bacon was delicious and my cousins were sexy. 2 hot girls. I had a conversation with my aunt and then my uncle arrived. He was big and very old and bags of flesh were hanging on his chest under his hawaiian shirt. He hugged me and pressed the side of my face to his chest. I felt his flesh slowly creeping into my ear, like it was been stuffed with peanut butter or something....
Estaba con Becerril y unas viejitas en la cocina de una casa en un Malecón cerca del puerto de Veracruz. Yo llevaba café y Becerril traía un costal lleno de colas de pescado que le había dado su mamá para el viaje. Las viejitas acababan de hornear unas hogazas de pan y estaban preocupadas porque el hospital favorito de una de las viejitas les iba quedando cada vez más lejos con el paso del tiempo. Asimismo, la ultima vez que tuvieron consulta con su doctor favorito no pudieron recibir los resultados que necesitaban porque la maquinaria con que contaban en el hotel estaba ya medio obsoleta. El paisaje detrás del frondoso jardín estaba delineado por una metálica maraña de maquinarias petroleras y portuarias, con aroma de café....
I was witnessing a scene twenty years in the future. I was in it, old and shaved. My hair was longer than ever, and it was yellow like it got burned from a combination of sea water and sun. In some kind of patio, a small crowd of around 35 people was attending to a ceremony dedicated to outstanding mexican filmmakers. Everybody was there, or everybody I know at least. I had a giant belly, significantly bigger than the one I have know, and somebody pointed it out when I had to stand of to receive an ovation. Made me feel very self-conscious. Am I ever going to get over all this stuff? We are getting old, and you are getting older. Later I was in the market looking for a special kind of mango. It had to be very ripe but not too soft. I discovered a batch of incredible vintage wallpapers instead. Later, when I payed for the mangos, I realized I didn't have any coins....
Dos morenas de pelo corto y nariz india se besaban encima de mí. La noche había terminado y el calor de la montaña entraba por la ventana. Desperté, pero no mucho, solamente lo necesario para saber que las morenas y sus besos eran un sueño, una realidad esquiva que pronto habría de abandonarme para siempre....
There were three of us then. We were chasing a creature, a monster, that almost got one of us killed. The monster surprised her from the top of a tree and showered her torso with a machine gun. She was dying. Strangely, she seemed to know exactly where to go next. The driver that picked us up was extremely resourceful. His car, big and black, seemed to have been brought from the future. it was alive and it was helping my friend remain alive, at least long enough to help us capture her murderer. Following her directions we reached a dead end. The narrow road we were following reached the river shore hitting the water. This is it, we thought, but the driver got out of the car, examined the shore in front of us, pushed his car here and there, and came back in smiling. "It's as I thought", he said, "the night is hiding the road from us. It is only a few inches underwater. It's narrow and tricky; we can easily drive into the depths of the lake, but I will give it a try". I could see the road now. It was narrow indeed, and it twisted in many times for no apparent reason, perhaps only to help the ones that do not know it well find their way down the bottom of the river. But we were good. Car and driver took us to the other end of the road were we found a rocky mountain and the entrance to a chamber where there was a big pool of stale water and an arrangement of balconies in it's tall tall walls. Our enemies greeted us there. They captured my friends, but they could not fly as I could do, and I engaged in a battle with them that they could not easily win. Their leader, the monster, offered me to negotiate. I agreed, as long as my friends were safe and alive, and treated well....
I asked the giant if I could pluck one or two of his beards. When he agreed, al the women went crazy. They began jumping around and gathering around the television. I could see they were wearing no underwear. Their tight, delicious bodies awakened my desire to have sex with them, especially the morena wearing the green shirt, but I knew it was impossible....
My favorite vintage books were stamped with huge eighty-percent-off discount labels in the comic book store. I grabbed three of them --French and Italian erotic science fiction from the sixties and the seventies, and happily addressed the clerk at the register to get charged. Seven hundred and seven dollars, he said. My wife screamed at me while I handed my credit card to the clerk. I knew there was not enough money in my bank account to cover that amount, but I did not care. It was just a dream after all. ...
I was cold and was trying to get warm, then I woke up and was cold....
I was cold and was trying to get warm, then I woke up and was cold....
In class my project was to design a vagina, I made it so that when it got warm it would melt an oil that would lubricate it for sex....
In my dream I was running back home....
I had 3 nails between my teeth, they were about 1.5 inches long and skinny, black as well. My teeth felt separated at those spots, I walked down a long set of stairs on a circular staircase that went for several floors, there was a red carpet and they were made of white marble. At the end of the steps I finally took the final of the three nails by pulling them out. I woke up feeling a gap between the teeth that the nails where going thru....
Sitting on the toilet am taking a shit, all is normal and am feeling finished when a huge shit comes out of nowhere and just keeps coming out more and more shit. Amazing dream where I woke up hoping that my underwear was not full of shit. Thankfully it wasn't. :)...
I was eating sopa de fideos with nice tomato and chicken broth. ...
In my dream I was time travelling....
I found myself dating a lady that is very much older than me, about 25 years older, she most be in her late 60s or early 70s, white hair, wrinkled white face and elderly smile. She was supposed to be a friends mom but in reality she is a secretary that I used to see when I worked as a bike messenger in Austin Tx, she works for a lawyer firm and she's very nice.
In my dream she was José Gutierrez mom, we were coming back from a movie I think, in the bus in Insurgentes av. in México city, right by the old Hotel de México, now the mexican WTC, my friends left the bus, there were Lola, Luis and José and I stayed with the lady. She was wearing white pants and shirt, as old ladies do. We got off in a very wealthy area of México city, by San Angel and she got really mad, I think she said I was a goof and that I was not paying enough attention to her. Seemingly I was chatting with some of the bus riders instead of her. She left me there half way into her mad argument, because it was useless to finish it I guess and walked away fast with out looking back. I started to wonder why I was dating such and old woman, thinking that the older they are, more grumpy and hard to satisfy they get....
There was a massive party that was being organized in this mega college and they were asking for computers to let people surf the net and I got suckered into "lending" one of my macs, after I did, the guy told me I had just donated my mac instead, and I got scared and angry, so he made me a letter where it said I had changed my mind. I was riding my bike taxi and had just ridden from about 5 miles or more from the parking lot where my car was. I had a girl on my cab and I told her to wait for me, it would not be even 2 minutes, I parked the bike and ran to the third floor of the building I had lived when I was little, the computer room for the party was there. As I went up the steps I was thinking, what if they erased the 2 hard drives that were inside the mac, they contained all my cycling races in them!! I ran up and hoped for the best, but I had a feeling it was too late....
We had just traveled to México city to visit my mom and brothers, Melissa and me just arrived at my moms house with Tod and a guy we picked up on the road that was nice. Standing in the patio all of a sudden my uncle Danny came up riding a carbon fiber road bike with carbon wheels on the ledge of the wall of the next door neighbor, he lost control and came off the ledge flying down into the patio. By miracle he landed sitting on the bike. But either then or before, his bike had broken, the front hub and front fork stays were cracked and the front wheel was cracked missing a part of the rim, the bars where smashed and bent (he told me it was there before), and the bike was ruined. My friend Tod brought it inside the living room and started looking at it while my mom made food, everyone was sitting in the kitchen table chatting. The old radio boom box was playing mexican music and it was a nice fresh and sunny day. While looking at it, Tod broke the rear hub and the rear chain tube (made of carbon, very brittle it seemed). And I told him to stop fucking with that bike. I think my mom was making arroz con leche. ...
This one is from the gory insides of my mind. (beware its a nightmare).
There is a white kid, skinny, tall and with a skinny long nose, black hair sorta greasy, he is in a class room with about ten other kids, the teacher is making one by one go to the front and out of a notebook with musical notes to sing whats written, the notes are missing all the pentagram lines but one.
When its the kids turn, he is unable to read them, cuz he never really learned and also cuz there is no point of reference, since there are no lines.
The teacher and the students laugh at him and he leaves the small room in shame and anger.
Outside there is a world of grays and browns, the streets are gritty and not paved, he finds his moped and starts it, its a skinny old moped, white and very low powered, the metro much like in mexico, orange and long travels close to where he is, he starts his way into the neighborhood behind the metro, (it reminds me of the neighborhood behind the estadio azteca, very ghetto). The streets go from gray to red under his wheels. The low powered moped goes up a slow incline, he barely can go up. The red street is wet and the buildings around are very dark brown reddish. In my sleep I realize the streets are covered in blood and that area is probably a meat packing area where they kill the animals or something and the streets are stained and wet with the animals blood. The kid keeps going in this uphill road where there are people dressed in white aprons stained with blood, probably the butchers. They all have a big gut and probably mustaches. As he rides his low powered moped the back wheel that has no splash guard keeps splattering his back and butt with red little spots. He gets annoyed but it seems a routine that can't be avoided. At some point, the road starts to get dark brown again and more rocky, the blood is replaced by bigger and bigger river like rocks. The rocks are so big that the separation between the side of the road and the actual road si about 4 inches or so. They are gray and the houses at the side are dark and most aren't visible behind big walls or chain link fences. Its getting darker out. The boy (maybe about 16 or 18) keeps driving his low powered moped through this road which gets more and more difficult for the moped to ride through. The road gets narrow and starts to be very twisty and more inclined. Slow moving he goes through this area, very winding. He feels a bit scared. There is a boy in the road walking on the side of it. Maybe 10 years old or so, they see each other and the skinny kid feels threatened because the slowness of his moped, he goes by the young kid and very slowly goes over the increasingly bigger rocks. All of a sudden the young kid starts to run behind the moped, actually going faster that it. He is welding a tiny knife, so small its not bigger than a designers cutter tool. Behind the moped he starts to try to stab the back of the moped driver. The speed of the moped is ridiculous and the driver realizes that he will get cut if he don't do something. He applies the brakes and makes the young kid crash with him. Then he elbows the young kids face and makes him fall to the side of the narrow road. The young kid seems to be knocked out. His arm half way into the narrow road. The moped driver keeps going forward on the bumpy, rocky and narrow road. In front of him a speeding car, very similar to the ones the undercover cops use, white and unmarked, is barreling down the opposite side of the road coming towards the slow moped. The driver of the moped gets out of the way on the side of the narrow road. The white unmarked cop like car goes flying next to him and the moped driver notices that the kid he just knocked out is laying over the side of the road but his arm is directly in the path of the speeding white car. The car goes over the young kids arm and twists it breaking it and disappears. The moped driver feels remorse but turns around and keeps on his way on the narrow rocky road.
The road soon gets more and more narrow and at some point its not bigger that a walking path. The rocks are so big that his moped can't drive any more on it. The driver gets off the rocky path and drives on the side of it. The side is actually cemented and he comes to the end of the path. There is a nice small patch of grass to the side, very green grass. Some small trees and a chain link fence waist big surrounds the property. Its a two story building with a outside stair made of wood. There are other teenagers hanging out scattered around. He leaves his moped and goes up the stairs. At the top he finds a small room and enters. Its his bedroom. He has a small room with two beds one on each side of the room. there is just enough space to walk though them. At the back there is a small bath room with a sink and a toilet, no shower. The sink and toilet have never been cleaned and there are brown stains all over them. The beds are messy with white sheets on them. The walls are of dark wood panels. The kid sits on his bed and looks out of the only window in the room. He can see the roof of the main house outside. There are a few planters with plants on them on the roof right outside his window. Two older butcher type guys hang out on the roof smoking. They are loud. One of them decides he needs to pee and right there on the roof right outside of his windows starts to pee on the plants, his companion complains and laughs at the same time. The peeing guy tells him to stop bothering him in a annoyed way. His pee smells pretty strong.
The room has a tv on the side and the kid turns it on. He still has this small remorse about the young kid that he hit and was ran over by the white unmarked car. At this point, a bunch of women enter the room loudly and sit on the beds. Maybe 4 or 5 fat women. They are teasing the kid for being so skinny and one of them is obviously interested on the kid. He is now nibbling on a old piece of pizza and sits on the edge of the bed in front of one of the fat ladies. He tries to concentrate on the images on tv. The women are teasing him a lot, he sees the guys outside and they are loud and rude. The woman behind him starts to embrace him from behind, grabbing his chest, with her hand that is fat and raspy going through his forehead and cheeks. She is hissing like a cat behind him. He feels sick and his pizza gets stuck between his throat. Its starts to feel very hot. With trouble he swallows the crusty pizza through his dry throat. The fat woman now is going down his chest, down his belly trying to go inside his pants. Her hands are greasy. She laughs and spit comes out of her mouth and lands on his neck. He gets up in a hurry and avoids her hand inside his pants, but she then grabs his groin outside the pants, his dick moves and grows 3%. He's grossed out and tries to get away. There is a loud and wet fart that goes off.
I wake up...
We drove the Westfalia all over something between Portugal and México's heartlands country, many people were in there. Melissa's father was tim the tool time man, there was a voodu black witch guy, at some point we went to eat and the van got stolen, I was super sad, Paolo was sleeping in my sleeve from then on. He was little, and heavy. Melissa went into an internet café and started to look in the computer for our van, I went with Paolo in my sleeve looking for it in the street. Millions of combis circulated the night but no vanagons, some kids from my swim team hung out with us while we searched. At some point an old black man pointed at a mexican stile parking lot (with broken asfalt, and what looked as a old building lot that was victim of the 85 earthquake), and my westfalia appeared in a corner. I started to cry of joy. Paolo moved inside my sleeve, seemingly happy as well. I drove the van and the guy that stoled my van told me as I drove out of the parking lot that he was very sorry but he thought that it was his own van that looked the same. I shock his hand and went looking for Melissa. She was in the internet café and her father Tim the tooltime man laughed very loud. We all continued in our trip, to the beach I think....
We hid all the cocaine in the burritos....
"We should have some coffee even if we have to miss the train", he said. "We will be relocated in the next train for a insignificant amount of money." I didn't understand how couldn't we wait until we boarded the train to have a coffee in the train's coffee shop, but I obeyed. A while later we took the last train. My friend was actually driving it. The view from the cabin was spectacular. The landscape blurred around us. We approached an area of canyons and I got worried when I realized something had brought down all the bridges. We were speeding up to an abyss. "Haven't you noticed we are not touching the tracks?", asked my friend, and I realized our train was flying, several feet above ground, and when we reached the end of the land into the broken bridge we just kept going, straight, unaffected....
At home, I was building a robot. His brain was the best brain ever built, very smart, creative and difficult. I still had to attach the head to the body when he gained motor control of his limbs, and run amok across the house. Amy figured out that in order to stop the body we should destroy the brain, and started breaking his head with a can opener. Ooze came out....