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I was driving in Santa Cruz (beautiful place in Portugal).
Somewhere else there have been an accident and my dad need to drive there.
I remember being worried because my dad had some problems and was in no shape to drive.
I continue to drive (and apparently ignoring my father ) to a vacation house from a friend and former boss.
There's this big german shepherd running around.
I spot another friend (Chora) and I start to make fun of him telling him it's about time he left his mother's house. He doesn't mind. He left. Apparently he works there just doing stuff.
It's getting weird.
Another friend (Liviu) shows up.
Another german shepherd shows up. This one is a bad motherfu**** He chases and corners me. He's just watching me now. I get up and leave. The badass dog leaves too.
I go inside the house.
There's a lot of people there.
My friend (the owner) appears. He was walking with his son. He's just miserable. Fat, old, with lazy eyes, his little hair is a complete mess. He is with a massive hangover.
We hug and talk for a while.
He tells me that I'm looking great and that milk and gymn are really working (apparently my subconscious is needy).
He is happy to se me.
He leaves to get some sleep.
There's a lot of people there. My niece is there.
My cat Ziggy (Stardust) is there.
This couple with two little kids are petting my cat. They're asking if he's behaves and... the alarm woke me..