The faces looked nervous, I could see veins sprung on their foreheads. The security guard was checking everyone, and with a flashlight, looking every single ID, passport or whatever document people was showing. It was the entrance of the one of the best night clubs in the world, and I was on the line trying to get in.
Inside I would see a lot of celebrities, famous people, very rich people arriving on their Ferraris and Rolls Royces, followed by huge bodyguards, covered with tattoos and tuxedos. People who pay ten thousand dollars for a table inside, in what they call very important people area. And the truth is they are not important, they are just rich and famous. A mathematic teacher is an important person.
Anyways, I was on that line, observing everything what was going on. When I noticed, I was next. That big guy who was taking care of who gets in and who doesn't gazed at me from head to toe and laugh. He waved his head said no, pointed at me and yelled: "Hey people! Here is a good example for what not to wear!". Everyone started laughing and pointing at me and I didn't know why.
I was not understanding what was going on, until I looked down and saw I was wearing my pajamas. When I tried to run, I couldn't, my legs were stuck on roots and people kept laughing, very, very loud. All of sudden I jumped, and when I did it, I got up from my bed, breathing very fast, with my heart beating like a heavy metal drummer.
It was just a bad dream.
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