FIRED BOOT EATER.

Last night I had nightmares.

In one of my nightmares, I was unemployed and had no plans, no educational commitments and no future. See what my nightmares are made off?

My father, seeing me in this horrible and un-dignifying position (since un-productivity is one of the worst things human race has managed to produce, at least on my parents eyes that is), decides to offer me a job in his enterprise. All the sudden, it all looks like the 20’s and a bit Russian Mafia like, though it was still a furniture and appliance mart as it actually is. So, it was my father’s real life furniture and appliance mart, but in the 20’s and with a Russian Mafia twist to the whole thing.

He hired me to do some paper-work, and since I was not quite interested in the task I was assigned, I decided to rely on the fact I was the boss’s son and didn't take my job seriously. I was not showing up, and not being effective at all.

Then there was this pool I went to swim at. I dived in and started doing lengths because I wanted to gain some muscle definition. All the sudden, the pool starts draining till I can’t swim anymore. I was exhausted and starving, so Y climbed off the pool, and picked up a dark brown leather boot from the multiple pairs of leather boots that were lying around the place, and I took a big bite from it, and chewed it slowly, feeling my molars struggle with the rubbery texture. Apparently, eating leather boots was a normal thing in my dream. A few friends of mine showed up right then (girls I don’t really know and I can’t identify right now) and some of them begun puking in this pool I had swam in.

Later on, I saw a couple of kids stealing the camera and the microphone from a group of anchors, and using them to broadcast the news themselves.

When I got back to my father’s shop, and to my supposed job, he showed up, and started shouting at me on the subject of my incompetence. He told me I was fired.

That’s when I realized (or at least that’s what I thought), that he was just kidding. He was just in a character, pretending to be angry, so I followed through, and dove into a character myself too. I looked at him, and I told him I was gonna murder him. Something like – keep your eyes open, cause I might not be good with paper-work, but I one the hell of an assassin.

He stormed out, and later I discovered through my mother, that he was not kidding, that he had actually fired me, and that he was very confused about my threats. I decided to go talk to him, to explain the whole thing and let him know I was not planning to kill him, and when I sat down in front of his desk, all that came out his mouth was a stream of low-key, denigrating words through which he explained to me that I was a hopeless, spoiled, lazy ass looser that would never get a proper job in my life and would have to settle for the most pure form of mediocrity in my life. And then, right after, he compared me to a whole bunch of people that had worked for him, that were complete suckers, and he told me I was worst than all of them and that he wasn’t a bit proud of being my dad.

Then I was in this weird Mediterranean looking house with this mixed-race looking girl that was unapologetically ignoring me while sketching wedding dresses on a note pad. The sun was setting and the whole place felt extremely weird for me. There was this very particular smell in the air, or maybe there wasn’t, but now that I’m recalling the images in my head, my brain is associating them with this certain smell. I can’t really describe the scent, but some people have it.

I have a very bad sense of smell anyways. The thing is that I felt very strange in that place, like if I had lived that already.

Then I woke up.