In a taciturn encounter of the realm of dreams, my soul was subdued and exposed to horrors of a curious nature and sprinkled with burlesque reality.
I was in my old house, my parents talk to the neighbors next door, the outside bars were the room of talks and experiences told, everything to give a good atmosphere.
Then the sky began to turn a reddish color, similar to the sun at the end of the day, I thought it was already late into the night, I was wrong.
I began to feel like a strange energy enveloping me, protecting me, no one could see her more than I, kept me safe, but safe from what?
From the ground and the trees began to raise a mantle of energy contrary to mine, and began to touch all those who were nearby, no wall or barrier to stop. Everyone began to argue in a negative way among each other, without reason, because nobody understood what the other spoke. The thing became more serious when they began to beat, discussion and fights that arose of the nonsense.
The world had become total chaos. But my vision did not leave me with just that message of hopelessness, it showed me something really meaningless and of any kind mental health.
First I heard it and then I saw it, a march, like a parade, people in three huge rows, with an order and an amazingly correct, almost unnatural synchronization.
They wore black, white and red robes. As a ceremony, and his face, they all wore the same mask, a smiling black jester, every man and woman in the twisted parade wore a banner adorned with the same symbol, that mask that never ceased to laugh. To the rhythm of a song of only 6 notes that were repeated over and over again, I remember the sounds of a defunct accordion and all marched to the sound of it.
Everything was crazy that I wanted to wake up, I continued to contemplate the eternal chaos that I was forced to observe and little by little it all faded away, I closed my eyes and then I woke up, more confused than ever in my life.