Dreaming is NOT free!

I traveled to my mother's village, seeking rest.

She lives in a small village where silence, tranquility and nature take over everything we can experience.

3hs driving, a journey inside everything quiet, except for a single detail. In the middle of the journey, I came across a group of 20 girls in bikinis on the side of the route. I had never seen anything like this, all models running through the middle of the mountain with very low temperatures.

Arriving at the village, I was truly exhausted and I was surprised that at the entrance of the village there were 500 people giving away hamburgers to anyone who tattooed on his arm with the phrase: I love Barreal

Something was wrong. These running girls, hamburgers, tattoo artists…

I did not give much importance, I thought that in the end, the politicians in charge of tourism were doing something for the people…

I arrive at my mother's house and when I open the door I almost faint.

She had dyed her yellow and blue hair for the championship of Boca Juniors... Let me explain, I'm pretty fanatic of Boca, but this was crazy... And more for her!

I understood that perhaps, for a matter of age. She wanted to feel young and so her hair... I did not make a problem.

But everything was not weird. She had prepared my favorite food. And I was famished, the ham and cheese ravioli were going to save my day.

I sit down to eat, I put a little bit of grated cheese on it... first bite...

I didn't spit for education, but the ravioli were sweet. And not just sweets, they had half a kilo of sugar.

I ask my mom: What happened? Why ravioli were sweet?

To which she answers me: The salt was over and it was the closest thing I found...

WTF?? If that was how it was going to be my weekend, I'd better stay home.

I tried to eat a sandwich and despite the fatigue, I prepared to do what I most enjoyed of Barreal, "WALK"...

Slippers, pants, shirt, everything comfortable and I left...

I was enjoying nature when, at a mile and a half from where I started, I saw a stunning brunette coming towards me. She got closer and when I get to see her face, ladies and gentlemen she was Megan Fox...

What did Megan Fox do in Barreal, San Juan??? I have no fucking idea...

She approaches me and in a fluent Spanish tells me:

I know you from steemit. Why don't you ever vote my posts?

Clearly angry...

I try to apologize and without giving myself a chance, she grabs me by the hand and says:

Let's go for a walk, show me Barreal...

I did not utter a word, I trembled to the little finger of the foot...

The thing is, we walk several minutes and in a moment, she slows down. She breathes deeply, enjoying the air and sunshine that hit her face. She turns and starts kissing me…

My friends, it was the best kiss of my short life, and my eyes could not open from the depths I had. And at that moment I started to think: I have to surprise her, my kiss has to be lethal...

I put my soul in that kiss and began to think: I have to look into her eyes, I have to see her beautiful face, I may not see her again...

I open my eyes and see my dog licking my mouth wild. Without understanding the situation…

Where was Meg?

After a few seconds of unconsciousness, I fall into the cruel reality and I understood that everything had been a dream. Weeks suffering and longing for that dream to be true... BUT NOT, FUCKING LIFE!

That's why my friends, dreaming is NOT free.

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I hope you liked it! Have a good Sunday guys!

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