(Un sogno precedente l'ho bloggato per interposta persona)
The most vivid part was that we were at a friend's house and she was crying desperately, she who is usually a cheerful person. She was saying she wanted a divorce. She was fed up. "And he smokes, too!" (Real life friends, but as far as I know they are not divorcing and he doesn't smoke.)
Then there was something about a TV series, maybe Miami Vice, I was getting reacquainted with it and my passion for it. And I was walking at night through a city where a soccer match (?) was going on in a city square. There was the frequent feeling I have, that I was seeing my past like a wonderful dream and that I would never be able to recapture it. |