In my Dreams

My dream is always the same: there I am, with long hair over my ears
and neglected beard, bare-chested, my trousers hardly over my ankles
and bare feet. Phisically I am fine, and even stronger than I actually
am. It is a beautiful day and the sun is shining hard, the sky is blue
and you can't see a cloud. I find myself in the middle of an enormous
soccer field, white as if it was made of chalk; outside the field I can
see the beautiful green countryside, deserted. I start to run to go
away, but I realize I am still there, remaining in the very same point.
I am not afraid of this, so I run faster and faster, but still
remaining in the centre of the field. While running I start to laugh, I
raise my arms towards the sky and laugh again, then, with no force
left, I fall to the ground, still laughing. From here, I raise my eyes
to the sky, panting. I lose consciousness, not knowing if I am dead or
alive. My eyes are shut, with a smile on my face. Suddenly my point of
view rises, and from above I can see myself and I am motionless,
covered in white mould and inconscious, becoming a dot and then
disappearing.

Valentino