For some reason, when I can not like seafood differentiate reality from fiction, hopes and dreams of the nails of the horns.
Recently I experienced something exorbitant to dream that was on my way to my home mounted on a swivel chair as it turned shouting “BURUBURUBRU”. As it advanced, and the road was getting rough, the chair was breaking apart, and until this on only one seat with all the irons on my back. Then together the pieces and go up a hill covered with houses for a repairman for the chair, but instead I find myself in the midst of the birthday party of an unknown girl, I offer cake and gift to the girl as the seat did not bring anything with me on that occasion.
When I leave the house the way I’m near to my home, under the streets that were on my forehead and when I go back to ubir on the way, turning back, as usual, turned to the front and I run into a building huge out of nothing, I see again my surroundings and find someplace else again. I enter the building, climb stairs white and I find the girl of my dreams in high school. She had not seen her. I turn to see my reflection in a window and I recognize a much younger than I am now. The eyes see, see me with a serious look, but after a while she smiles and approaches me while I do and we kissed. Long time if they had never tasted lips so soft and seductive like her, to the extent that I am filled with joy and hug, which fall in a plain of grass and sunflowers. That was going to say that I still loved her, but then my alarm clock rang and told me it was time to see Firefly.
Were the seafood?