I dreamed about a hill. Between two houses there was a path. One of the houses looked like my uncle Cone's house in Puebla. The path was covered in snow. A friend jumped on a toboggan and went up the entire hill, defying gravity. Then he came back without the sled, sliding on his back, which bruised from the friction. He overhit his target and when he came back he took his shirt off and revealed his bruised and inflamed back. I cured him.
The next day we talked, and he looked like Jack Black. He said he was the "knight of the dark soul" that appears in dreams, I told him he wasn't, he was the trickster for sure. "How do you know all this?" he asked, "because I've read about it", I proudly responded. We sat on a table were we had left our stuff. He told me he wanted to be my agent. The idea seemed good, but I got distracted for a second and he ran to play a video game that was behind him.
I considered catching up with him, but I couldn't leave the our stuff there. Over the table there was a backpack, and many coats.