Dream team : Alice chasing rabbit

What a morning.

I had a dream I was at someone's father's funeral but I was real happy about something else so I ended up not crying and looking like I'm feeling good, and so everyone was very angry at me the whole time. After some years we were watching a video filmed at the funeral, where everyone looked sad, and then when camera focused on me, I had this giggly smile, I looked so relaxed, full of energy, healthy, happy. I felt so guilty for looking that way, I felt that I should have pushed that happiness away from me.

The scene suddenly changed, I was in Brazil, walking in the streets of favela, looking at people's faces. They looked poor, mostly grey, but the girls were beautiful. I was checking out the girls, and whispered ''gorgeous''  to myself all the time. I reached a gas station, went to the toilet and saw myself in the mirror. My whole body, even my face was tattooed with my own paintings. It looked good, a lot like those traditional hawaiian tattoos. I came out of the toilet and started dancing, moving my hips in this circular way, and the cleaning lady was watching me smiling. I felt very strange, never the less. Also all this time I was searching for a man, this man I know, but he kept on disappearing, I saw him walking in the gas station, but he left while I was in the toilet, I could never reach him, though I wanted to see him so bad. Funny thing was that I followed road signs with his name on it and then an arrow pointing out the direction. Like he left those road signs himself, so I could find him, like he made it into a game on purpose. I could feel where he was intuitively though, I knew the sign was there before I saw it. I wanted that man, wanted to find him and kiss him, was chasing him like a predator chases his prey, and the prey is smarter, therefore ends up playing with the predator.

Two of my friends were waiting outside, sitting on a bench, we all sat down, and my friend, this girl, told me that  she saw the man I was looking for. She said he looked quite old and very sleepy, and therefore I should let go off him. He was tired from running. I could feel he was close. I was asking everyone for a phone, trying to call him, trying to reach him with my hands shaking from excitement, but the number wasn't working, I was getting so anxious, like it was impossible to catch him, but I couldn't give up. That's when I opened my eyes.

'' Reality is wrong, dreams are for real ''