I dreamed with a team in a stadium. Players were very young, I spoke with the coach and he told me he was missing many players because there were really few people who went beyond science, who were "architects" (he said it making the quotes gesture with his hands). I felt proud of being one of "them", even though I wasn't playing on the team. Then I went to an art school, which was old and beautiful. I went from one place to the other, admiring architecture. Some attractive Venezuelan ladies had taken me there. I was too shy to hook up with them. I was also coy about signing up for the course, but I did it in the end. I waited for them outside, but when they came out they had company: a mature woman with a daring dress. Her blouse was completely open, revealing her bare breasts.
I didn't fit in the car, so I grabbed the trunk. But then I told them, since we were in Spain it would be better to get back on the subway. I made eye contact with the Venezuelan I liked, and I knew we'd meet each other again.