Sweet dreams to my home ... I'm fine !!

AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A stomach scream was inevitable, fear coursing through every little corner of my bones; would I tremble? Of course I would, imagine yourself in a dark dream, where darkness spreads in your eyes, prevents you from waking up...and suddenly all the control you had over your limbs is stolen and your body feels as light as a kite.

-Ahhhh...what...what the hell!

At last, after straining my joints to the utmost, like a broken spell, the stiffness escapes from my body and the first thing I could move was my lips.

- That dark thing...what the ****!

I was talking about that hole that suddenly welled over me, and like a storm, sucked me from my feet...the dream was so vivid that when entered that blackness I could only move my eyes, the same ones that reached all kinds of wonders: lights that are not possible, colours that I quickly forget and in a strange way, also remember things similar to planets, that was not the terrible thing, what almost made me vomit my soul and my entrails was the speed with which I was sinking into the infinite; a damned dream that almost broke my sanity, that was it, wasn't it?

- Eh? Why... why it's so freezing here..?

-What do you mean why? kid, stone when it gets hot burns like hell, but if you let it cool down it not only gets darker, it also shares the coldness...like a female hahaha

-Are you stupid Canas? Why talk like that about good females...you never met a woman?

-Ahmm! they called me Canas in a thousand beds, I met so many that I got sick of them, besides I must have like a thousand avengers after my head because of that hahaha....

-Oh yeah? weren't you scared of the fact that women had 3 buttocks?

-Ahh! Ahhh...you see...that's part of the charm and the difference, wouldn't two just be the same as a dirty male?

- When you have a family\, it's the hardest thing you can deal with....

-W-weak, I really enjoy th-three buttocks... -I do...

-If ever a fairy lets you out, don't stop, go for those 3 buttocks Canas No stopping!

- Yes!... (*what the hell did he say 3?)

Two scratchy voices resounded with a rather stupid dialogue, but something strange caught our protagonist's attention, he could understand them, but their words sounded weird...

- Hey...what are you doing in my room?

-You what?

-Ahh...Martha!

-Martha...is that the name of rich and Roman people, were you a slave of hers?

-Hey!!! Slave you say... Martha!!! Some weird guys are in... where am I?

Reacting, I could finally observe the whole room...this was not my room; rusty chains hanging, green sheets of moisture mixed with darkness and bars that didn't cover the height of a man, this place was a damn dungeon that even seemed to have rats, because I hear them squeaking....

-Ah! I, I...dream, this is a fucking dream hahaha

-Hey, you just got here yesterday, don't be loud.

-Old man, can't you see he's just a kid? Let it be...rather, tell us, you arrived yesterday asleep so it wasn't possible to ask, but what brought you here? Did you try to run away from that Martha you call?

-N-no...why you your...it's a dream

My voice was shaking in rhythm with my whole body, I knew it was a nightmare, but it feels so real I want to cry....

-Maybe he doesn't speak Latin well...although he looks very much like a Roman, you can't judge Romans as Romans from Rome...Roman...mmmm what was he like?

-Old man, I don't know what you mean, but I do know, so maybe this guy doesn't speak the language well, do you understand me?

- I-I don't speak Latin....

-I see...so you don't know what we're saying, do you?

-How do you ask him that, stupid? Can't you see he won't understand if you ask him if he understands?

-But before he said...

-I don't know Latin, I don't understand !!!

-You see? He doesn't understand...

-Hey kid, but it's going to be a big problem if you can't understand us.

-Yeah... how could you know that we are the bosses here...

- Saying that again old man? I've been here for almost 6 months and the only thing we take turns at is cleaning the corner...plus you always....

-! Shut the hell up, don't you understand that I don't understand?

-But that's not our...wait how do you answer?

-Well, it's a dream, in dreams everything is possible, even knowing Latin and listening to some bums talking about asses...I've had enough....

-Dream you say...hahahahaha

-Yeah...life is a dream, I get it kid.

As one of the bums bursts into laughter the other seems to take my delusions as a weird philosophical perspective.

Yeah, dreams are definitely only real until you realise it's one, and this one has gone on long enough, it's definitely gone on long enough...

With one leap I rush to the small cell, determined to end this, and with an impetuous voice I start:

-Hey guard...guard!!!-Guard!!!!!

-Hahaha ....Eh!!!! Hey boy stop it...

-Don't disturb... guard!

I make a fuss without fear of reprisal, I want to test how creative my mind has gotten with this, they say you can only see familiar faces in your sleep, so who's coming? Martha's husband? One of those assholes from school?

-What?

-Ah... I've never seen you before...

-What?

A guy with a weathered look, and features like a caveman appears in the brown torchlight...who the hell is he? I've never seen someone so... primitive...

"Well...be that as it may, it can also be a product of many faces...hey what the heck! can I think in my sleep?...when you sleep you're thinking, but even imagining while imagining that so...like one of those complicated movies, where they yell in your face stupid...but well...I know what to say:"

-Hey...get me out of here.

-What?

-Are you deaf? Get me out of here and make me the king of rome...hell, just get me out of here....The jailer squints, ruefully considering what I say, and suddenly, his features lighting up, he seems to understand what I'm asking.

-Where do you want the whipping?

-Huh? Hey man you know, I can throw the cells just by wishing, if I can understand you without speaking your tongue...don't provoke me, you're in my dream!!!

-Dream? Hahahahahah...Do it.

-What?

-Drop the cells...

-Ahh... -You sure? If I get out of here, I'll turn you into a donkey...

-I know how to bray... do it hell up...

-Wow...then the boy could be a wizard...

-Or a madman...

They share the bums a little dialogue as they watch me, getting out of here I want to see those three buttocks, jeez what a dream....

-Ahhh!

Without waiting for a second provocation I grab the bars with both hands, screaming like a hero pulling back a sword and...nothing happens....

-Hahahahahaha

-What...what's wrong?

-Hahahaha ammm...that was good...Where do you want the whipping?

-Eh...yo...hey man...tell me, what language am I talking to you in?

-Ahh...every day they bring them crazier and crazier...hey, you in the back, if you don't control your crazies, you'll get whip too....

-Ahh...mister , you see...

-Shut up Roman! If life is a dream then as the boy says...

-C'mon old man, shut up....

-Mmmmsamasma

While the prisoners behind my back struggle and try to silence each other, I am still lying on the floor, trying to understand...

-Am I awake?

- I don't know... maybe you should just ask Mr. Claw Claw...

-Does that guy know?

-Of course, Mr. Claw Claw rips out truths like a bloody butcher...

-So... please... -mmamam!

-Hey come here, don't you know he means his whips? You really are crazy...

The younger prisoner, I assume by his voice, stops me pulling me into the dungeon; the blow to my back is so real that it takes my breath away, I would definitely wake up...this is not a dream.

-If you don't shut up, I'll make stop bringing that vomit you call food for the whole week.

-Excuse me good soldier, as you say we make....

With a spit the guard is lost in the darkness of the corridor and only silence is left, I'm trapped in a dungeon, I really am...damn it!!!!

-Hey...can those chains be rolled up?

-What? Why do you ask?

-Why? I'm a prisoner damn it!!!, I swore I'd never set foot in a place like this in my life, I wanna die!!!!

-Boy calm down, you're too young to be trying to visit the cherubs.

-I...eh!!! The soap!!!!! Don't tell me you're those convicts just waiting for new meat...-I don't want to take a bath.

I instinctively think of the greatest fear when you imagine prison, so I walk away with all my might....

-What is soap?

-Will they let us take a bath? I knew that the water didn't reach the dungeons...

-Ahhh. ...ufff

It calms me down, but I don't take long to understand what they mean, the smell in here is unbearable, even I stink, this is... this is a damned world where I was reborn?

-Ahh! Those rusty chains... I...

-Hey kid, calm down already... and no, you couldn't use them for that.

-Hey! If this is a dream and they'll let us bathe, can I order some wine too?

As the fuss gets out of control, I sink into despair; I'm really awake, I'm not in my bed, in my house, I can even understand a language that I know is not mine, everything is so wrong, how did this happen?

-And with the wine some bread and those delicious ducks cooked in the placenta of other ducks, and more disgusting food, the kind they say is tasty.

The old man, who has a badly played trumpet voice, is still ranting, or so I suppose....

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