There is a party on a classic hall.
I have my guitar with me.
Someone is paying shots for everybody, so I take two.
They go down smoothly, as it were just water.
But they were not.
Eventually, I go outside for a smoke and someone closes the doors.
I slam them, and then a friend opens them back for me.
Then, a bunch of girls appeared,
but I am invisible to them.
Until I remove my cap, revealing my discolorated hair.
Then, a petite redheaded girl approaches
and asks whether she can have a piece of my phone number.
I say "eighty six" (which is part of my real phone).
She looks at me, waiting for the rest.
Someone screams that a lion is loose on the party.
Everybody starts running, and I can see the lion on the distance.
I find a bathroom and lock myself in.
There is a window there, from where I can see outside.
I cannot see the lion anymore.
Then, I see a famous someone (famous on the dream only, probably)
sending a voice message via WhatsApp.
He is saying that the lion is a fake.
And that made sense to me.
I leave the bathroom to try to find the redhead.
As I am walking on the direction that she ran,
I end up on what looks like a train station.
There is a bunch of the people that was on the party before,
but not her.
In the end, I am on the city that I was born.
I am on my aunt's house, and she is there (She died of cancer).
Then, I am on a small house that my dad have (on my dreams only),
but he is not there.
I am bicicling around the entrance of the city,
and I see some banners that pay homage to a suicided musician
as if he was born there (He was not).
I wake up,
late for work.