Morris - Chicken Nuggets

I seriously don't know how do you do this, people. All I can remember from yesterday's dream was a small chick (bird) nibbling on my balls, claiming "I must be smarter than you!!"

Pompo - Taxi Ride

I usually have trouble remembering dreams but ill give this a try.

I was walking out of some sort of office where I had just delivered a package or message. I needed a ride home, desperately and the city was at its busiest.

While I walked towrds the corner I took put my phone to call mother and tell her I was on my way back. A taxi that had just stopped in front of me was empty and the driver spotted me. I started walking to the cab and the driver smiled at what I thought was my phone, but he could just be smiling because he was happy to get a customer. Almost instinctively did I step backwards and quickly debated within myself wether I was being paranoid and should take the cab or not. Having not come to a decision I step in anyways.

Now I don't know if this is normal among people (specially being male) but I have a natural distrust towards taxi cabs that don't work for a company (I guess it may be particular of Peru because other countries have safer cabs). I have this need to check that the door doesn't have the "baby's lock" on so that I can quickLy flee in an unexpected situation. I wanted to check the door this time but I couldn't get myself to do so.

The ride started and it went on quite normally for a while, I was talking with the driver and he was slowly gaining my trust but something about his smile made me uneasy. On some point, of which the details I can hardly remember or imagine how he managed, he appeared on the backseat quite normally, I didn't even question it, not sure when I noticed but we were still talking and having a good time. The car seemed to go on perfectly well, queerly enough.

I was fiddling with my phone and placed it between my legs and while we were talking he started putting his hand closer and fiddle with it too until he grabbed it. The mood on the taxi was quiete friendly and close to euphoric, and although I still suspected of him, I wouldn't just take my phone from him, he would feel ofended that I thought he wanted to steal it. But after a few more fiddles I grabbed it back. I think I called my mom then, telling her I was almost home (judging by my current position) and this is when I felt we had been circulating close to my home for a while already. I think this made the taxi driver think that I was feeling okay and not suspecting anything.

I gave my mind a rest and then remembered to try the door, I looked at the driver, he was smiling, turned to the door and opened it. "Whew” I thought ruling out any possibility of him wanting to rob me. Closed it quickly (with the car still moving) and turned around to see him grab my head and push it towards the door in an agressive manner. I took the blow and was utterly disoriented, his face became slightly hateful as he delivered that first blow, but seeing as how I was recovering and catching up, as I managed to look at him again with a face of confusion, he showed a primate, almost-demonic expression showing all his teeth and letting out an imaginary scream which I was able to hear in my head he grabbed my skull, forcefully crushing it to some part of the car with such strength sufficient to carve through my skull and brake through my brain.. It must've been the blow that woke me up. It was cold and the light of sunrise made sure I wasn’t getting any more sleep.

(the man reasoned that I wasn’t going to give him the phone playfully (as per his multiple tries) and realized I was distrusting when I opened that door).