April 17, 2012

I was Ralph Fiennes and was helping Matt Damon pushing two huge car pieces up some hill by the sea. Me and Matt were the protagonists of The Bourne trilogy, although it felt real. Behind us were the Summer sun and the blue sea at Nazaré. It was an extremely hot day and we were both drenched in sweat. While we were climbing, we felt a presence behind us which we thought it would be a car to help us with our load; we looked back and saw only a bunch of male tourists in t-shirt and beach shorts staring at us with a dumb look on their faces.
At some point the hill became quite sloped and one of us was about to give up (I can't remember who), but the other one said it would be a complete waste to quit when we were so close to the top. And in fact we were just at the end. I stopped and looked ahead, resting; the road kept going in front of me, with well kept grass. I saw a tree on my left side and a yellow house on my right side, further ahead.
I started walking, my load wasn't important anymore. I remembered saying to I...  that The Bourne trilogy was one of the best action movie series I knew, although I had not seen any of the movies entirely.
Suddenly it was night. The road was the same, but I was at the other side of Nazaré, now descending. The town was sleeping. All windows were dark, except for one in a building at my right. It was my father's bedroom. I tried to figure out why the room was lit; no one could be seen in the room. I looked to my left, to the other side of the street, at a construction site. It had a wooden cabinet between two parked cars, which served as toilet. It was an exquisite little toilet, red and blue, shaped like a tiny chalet. I approached and noticed someone was sitting there with the door opened. It was my father. He was drunk and trying to get rid of a couple of flies waving his hands randomly. I asked him about him being there when he had a perfectly good toilet inside. He told me, half sleeping, half repelling the flies, half taking a crap, that he enjoyed the fresh air. I argued no more.
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I woke up, thinking I should watch The Bourne trilogy.