posted April 11, 2010 01:15 PM         

While sleeping I dreamt the truth. An evil force, maybe extraterrestrial, was trying to control our minds. That white substance took away our self-control, our ability to think and decide what to do. I then woke up and went to have a shower. When I was in I discovered that I was losing mobility, my body wass not responding, it gradually paralysed… I shouted for help but nobody could hear me… They were all asleep. I threw myself out of the bath and I hit violently my legs against the side. Pain was really intense, as if I had broken a bone, but thanks to it my body started to react. I first had to drag my body but little by little I recovered my mobility… I escaped from there… It’s then when I started to believe that what I dreamed was real. I was feeling observed… It was very dangerous… Would the extraterrestrials know that I knew what was going on?

I came back at the end of the day. I had to help all that people. They were all awake when I arrived but they seemed to be sheep-like, numb… I started to behave like them, as if I was an idiot too, to avoid being discovered.

The organisers gave each of us a little bar of that white stuff, as a palm long small loaf of uncooked dough… (I remember thinking that it looked like a penis Would that relate the white stuff with sex… having it too early because is unbaked?). They told us to share it with the others, to give a piece to the people that had trusted us or the one we trusted, as a kind of gratitude… I divided mine in two to pretend I was like the others but not intending to give it to anyone or eat any piece from anyone.

A man asked me to give two of his pieces to two specific people I didn’t know. One of them was to thank for having borrowed him a ball pen. I thought that was a stupid reason, borrowing a pen was not important, but the I realised that he was brutish.

I moved across the salon, it was full of loges, as a theatre, pretending to be handing out the white stuff, looking for my loved ones. I tried to explain some people what it was happening, whispering while I tried them not to eat the stuff but they looked at me bewildered unable to understand… That is supposed to be a gift, something that shows gratitude from others… The organisers started took at me shrewdly… I had to get out of there… I finally found someone I cared for and dragged that person with me.

Nobody had given me a piece of dough. I felt relieved but at the same time a bit troubled: did that mean that nobody had thought of me, that I meant nothing?