Changing the Telephone Chip

I recall a part of the dream. I'm with [person A] at night. It's not clear but seems to be a school during a student reunion.

[person B] has long hair dyed reddish brown, like [person C]. I irreverently order a whisky, creating suspense in the air.

Nobody else does the same, and I don’t think [person A] likes to see me drinking alcohol. But I decided that I want a whisky with ginger ale, because I feel I have a right to drink one. Yet I'm the only one and I hide.

I want to get my freedom back. I escape from [person A] when he comes to look for me. I have mixed feelings. He, kindly comes to look for me to give a ride in his car, but I go in the other direction.

Next, I trust a good man and sincere friend –possibly [person D] the electrician. To open the compartment and remove the chip from my telephone, I take a clip and carefully change the card. He does it first, then comes my turn.

The man turns into a child, and a team of gymnasts goes with me, underprivileged children training on an apparatus improvised with two pieces of wood together like a balance beam. To warm up, they practice dismounts from the beam, simple moves like round- offs.

My friend taught me to change the telephone chip and goes with me to gymnastics training. After gymnastics, I go to buy an ice cream. Since my hands are free, instead of choosing ice cream on a stick, I get a mountain of merengue with whipped cream and cookies, doused with berry sauce. I go through the street eating my ice cream, when the cookie falls way down the stairs.

I find [person E] he's coming back from a "Travesia", one of the school trips. We

have a conversation about a suitor, and he asks me about [person F]. Surprised, I answer disinterestedly that I had seen him today.

[person E] immediately got my point, [person F] has no special value to me, the least would be to say that I have no feelings left for him.

[person F] likes to argue and talks exclusively about himself, when I was with him my natural reaction was to withdraw and retreat inside myself.

Others who witness the scene for the first time might think that he is right. But convinced that [person F] talks with his head not his heart, I prefer to keep quiet. [person E] understands; people who speak without involving their feelings, he says, never go very far.

At the end, my memory takes me back to the first dream. Once again we are with [person G] in a car, going to the reunion, a return to the location of the first dream. The two of us are hugging precisely when my

mother appears, but I don’t care. [person G] lies down on my skirt. When I rest on him he tells me he's hungry. I might guess that he would like some enchiladas, or chicken with mole and say [person G] is hungry.

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