nightmare of last night, was Patty Pravo to sleep, I only have a vague memory, and perhaps the dream itself was confusing, the sum of images rather than meaningful chain of events. We are three: me, my brother and dearest friend of my childhood.
Although we are in, it's night, in an environment teeming with people, whether we are alone.
Every time we approach someone, two beautiful girls, a group of young people, because those are starting to make absurd speeches: the girls are complaining Fassino that obliges you to use its operating system to access its electoral program, young people are talking about such personal things that bother us.
Suddenly, at the side of a basketball pitch, a brawl breaks out.
My friend, worried about me knows that I stay involved if they would not have hopes to survive, I cry to escape, and start to run together in the dark, but we are alone, and then I think maybe my brother before we has already tried a salvation away from that environment that is turning into the bloody arena.
We are approaching a forest ... It is the cry of my brother, his invocation of help to gelarmi blood in his veins.
'Help! Somebody help me! '
Both were desperate, we rush towards the copse.
Not one of the pale moonlight filters the thick blanket of branches, and in total darkness, however, manage to extricate us, and we are finally close to their place of origin of that voice anguished.
There are only a few steps, and here is no longer the 'Help' but 'Be careful, this is a trap, run' the voice of my brother cries out to heaven.
But I also wanted, now I can not stop me, because they are no longer a human being but a monster who just want to make slaughter of unknown assailants, and are now unable to stop.
I wake up scared.
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