Stopping A Uverse Recording

in the elevator of a hotel, with me the hostess of the same, and an unknown number of no importance. She and I talked, laughed, had a good time, we left the elevator, people do not.

We are in a large hall, the roof is like a geodesic dome, thick vegetation, water. We walked a few steps, I make an uncomfortable question to the hostess, if you came from another country, whether it was native there and if I lived alone, was offended, looks at me disdainfully and says that I have disappointed. Casually observe carefully the steps, people sleeping with blankets. As guests of the hotel were filled the room, a couple of people with English traits on one side a family of five on the other, I see the floor at the foot of the stairs, as many people, lying also classmates.

A newspaper on the steps I take, I can not read but speaks of a family that was able to flee in exile in another country, with the help of the consulate. That same family is lying on the steps at my feet.

Next scene, three paramedics, two ambulances, heard shots, the first paramedic falls Incada, the door of an ambulance is splashed with blood, another shot, the same paramedics covered in blood in the manner of Kill Bill and falls to the floor dead. The second paramedic sheds blood splattered on the keys aggressively the aggressor, which is out of sight, the third paramedic records everything on his mobile phone moments after the second paramedic drops dead covered in blood as well, the third drops the camera, more shots, silence, darkness.

Return to the hotel lobby, I talk to the exiled family, they complain of boredom in the U.S., I talk about my experiences in San Antonio, Fiesta Texas, Schlitterbahn, the fishing trips.

The scene changes to a covered parking, blue colors, poor lighting, high humidity, a voice-over claims that towed the boats can not be parked in normal parking, replied that that problem never happened to me. I see the silhouette of a truck towing a boat reflected on the wall just in front of me.

Change again, again the scene of the ambulance, all the same, but in slow motion, I see how it falls back the first paramedic, with an expression of surprise and pain, while the third prepares his camera.

awake, my head off the pillow, completely covered by blankets, bathed in sweat. I dream, to strive to remember this dream, can not remember the last